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A dull throbbing pulsed in Wooyoung's skull as his consciousness crept back. The world around him was a haze, the kind where reality seemed to hover just out of reach. Shapes and colors swirled in a fog, refusing to form anything coherent. He lay still, disoriented, as fragments of a chaotic memory flitted through his mind—books whirling through the air, papers torn from desks, furniture crashing, then an abrupt, bone-jarring impact that had plunged him into darkness.
A groan escaped his lips as he squinted, trying to make sense of the harsh light piercing through his closed eyelids. Slowly, his surroundings began to take shape, blurring from a hazy smear into something more distinct. The cold bite of the floor seeped through his clothes, and he became acutely aware of the hardness beneath him, the cool surface amplifying the ache in his body.
He rubbed at his eyes, the motion sluggish and heavy. The room sharpened into focus—still the same classroom, but bathed in an unsettling, dim light that made the familiar space feel foreign. His head throbbed harder, each beat sending a wave of pain through his temples. An attempt to sit up sent a surge of dizziness crashing over him, forcing him back down. He lay there, letting the disjointed images in his mind attempt to form a clearer picture.
After what felt like an eternity, he managed to push himself into a sitting position, teeth clenched against the discomfort. His eyes roamed the room, anxiety clawing at him as the emptiness pressed in. No familiar faces greeted him, no reassuring presence nearby. The silence felt oppressive, broken only by the faint sound of his own unsteady breathing.
He muttered to himself, the words trembling as they left his lips, "Where is everyone?" His hand instinctively went to the sore spot on his head, and the sharp pain that followed made him wince. The ache wasn't just physical; it was the gnawing worry that settled in his chest, growing heavier with each passing second.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stand, his legs shaky beneath him. The room, though now in focus, seemed off—too still, too untouched, as if the chaos that had erupted mere moments ago had never happened. The air was thick with a stale, metallic tang that turned his stomach, feeding the growing unease gnawing at the edges of his mind.
With each step toward the door, his heart beat faster, matching the rhythm of the pounding in his head. His fingers fumbled with the handle, frustration bubbling up as the door refused to give. He tugged harder, his breath hitching, a sense of helplessness creeping in. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, the sting of tears threatening to spill as panic began to take hold.
But then, cutting through the suffocating silence, a voice reached him—steady, familiar, grounding. "You know that door won't budge, yet you keep trying?"
Wooyoung froze, the tension within him unraveling slightly. He turned, slowly, and relief washed over him as his eyes landed on Yunho, casually perched on the desk at the front of the room. The sight of his friend was like a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of panic. The knot in his chest loosened, and for the first time since waking, a small, tentative smile touched his lips. As he moved toward Yunho, the fear that had been tightening its grip on him began to ease, step by step.
A sudden breath caught in Wooyoung's throat as his eyes landed on Yunho. The sight of him was like a lifeline, the flicker of hope that had been eluding him all this time. His feet moved of their own accord, urgency threading each step as he closed the distance between them.
When he finally reached him, Wooyoung's fingers clung to Yunho's shirt, trembling as he buried his face into the familiar fabric. The warmth of Yunho's body, the strong arms wrapping around him, had always been a source of comfort—until now. What started as a gentle embrace quickly turned into something far more sinister. Yunho's arms became an iron vice, squeezing tighter and tighter until Wooyoung could feel his ribs groaning under the pressure.
Panic clawed at his chest, a wild, desperate feeling that sent his heart racing in an erratic rhythm. He tried to pull back, to push away from the suffocating grip, but Yunho's hold only grew stronger, more unyielding. Each breath came shorter, more labored, as if the very air was being stolen from his lungs. Wooyoung's eyes darted up, meeting Yunho's. There was no warmth in those familiar eyes now, only a cold, unsettling gleam that sent icy tendrils of fear winding through his veins.
The words that fell from Wooyoung's lips were barely more than a breath, a soft, broken plea. His voice was strangled, caught between the need for air and the desperate hope that Yunho would relent. But the grip around his chest didn't falter. Instead, Yunho's gaze intensified, the softness Wooyoung had always known replaced by a dark hunger, a twisted satisfaction that made his blood run cold.
Yunho's voice slithered into the space between them, each word carefully measured, dripping with a venomous edge. "You're smarter than you give yourself credit for, Wooyoung, but you play the fool so well, don't you? All for your friends..."
A shudder rippled through Wooyoung, his resolve crumbling as the gravity of Yunho's words sank in. A tear slipped free, carving a path down his cheek, unnoticed until Yunho's thumb brushed it away with a touch that sent chills racing down his spine. It was almost tender, the way Yunho's fingers combed through Wooyoung's hair, but there was a possessiveness in the gesture that made his stomach twist with dread.
Wooyoung's breath hitched, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself, but the proximity, the way Yunho's lips curved into a cruel smile, left him paralyzed. The fear was a living thing, gnawing at his insides, as Yunho leaned in closer, his voice a low, seductive murmur.
"You're breathtaking," Yunho whispered, his thumb tracing the outline of Wooyoung's trembling lips. The touch was light, almost feather-soft, but it burned like a brand, searing the sensation into Wooyoung's skin. He wanted to recoil, to pull away from the cold fire that danced in Yunho's eyes, but his body refused to move, caught between fear and the remnants of trust that had been shattered.
Yunho's gaze bore into him, unwavering, as if trying to pull the very soul from his body. "How far would you go to save them, Wooyoung? Your precious friends..."
The question hung in the air, heavy with implications that sent Wooyoung's heart into a wild frenzy. His lips curled into a defiant snarl, anger flaring up to mask the fear. "What kind of question is that? I'd do anything!" The words came out sharp, edged with bitterness. "I came with them, and I'll leave with them."
But even as the words left his mouth, Wooyoung could feel the smirk tugging at Yunho's lips, the way it seemed to deepen as if Wooyoung's bravado was nothing more than a game, a challenge to be conquered. The confidence in his voice wavered, his pulse thundering in his ears as he realized just how precarious his situation had become.
Laughter filled the air, a loud burst that seemed to bounce off the walls, its resonance thickening the already tense atmosphere. Yunho's laughter was abrupt, a jarring sound that cut through the silence like a knife. But as quickly as it came, it vanished, leaving behind a silence that felt heavier, colder, as though the very air had turned to ice. His expression shifted, amusement melting away to reveal something darker, more sinister.
The sudden change was palpable, a chill that ran down Wooyoung's spine, making him stiffen. His eyes widened as Yunho's hand shot out, fingers curling around Wooyoung's chin with a grip that was anything but gentle. The force of it was unexpected, painful, and Wooyoung couldn't help the gasp that escaped him, his body instinctively recoiling from the pressure. He tried to pull away, but Yunho's hold was unyielding, fingers digging into his skin with a strength that left Wooyoung feeling helpless, his attempts to resist nothing more than a futile struggle.
Yunho's gaze bore down on him, a gleam of something dark flickering in his eyes, and for a moment, Wooyoung's breath caught in his throat. The smirk that tugged at Yunho's lips was anything but friendly, a twisted mockery of a smile that sent a wave of unease crashing over Wooyoung.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" Yunho's voice was laced with a cruel amusement, his words a taunt that made Wooyoung's blood run cold. But there was something else in that tone, something that promised this was far from over. "But don't worry," Yunho continued, his smirk widening, "I know just how to handle you."
Without warning, Yunho's grip tightened, and with a rough shove, he sent Wooyoung sprawling to the ground. The impact was harsh, the cold, unyielding surface of the floor sending a jolt of pain through Wooyoung's body. He barely had time to process the fall before Yunho was on him again, a hand fisting in his hair, yanking him up with a force that left Wooyoung's vision swimming. The pain was sharp, searing, and Wooyoung's breath hitched, a small, pained sound escaping his lips as he struggled to keep his balance on his knees.
His hand flew up to his scalp, fingers trying to soothe the burning sensation radiating from where Yunho's grip held fast. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, one slipping free to trail down his cheek, the sting of it mixing with the ache in his scalp. Wooyoung's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one a desperate attempt to gather himself, but Yunho's presence was overwhelming, his strength a force that Wooyoung couldn't fight against.
Yunho's smirk only grew, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he looked down at Wooyoung, who clung to his thighs for support. Wooyoung's body was tense, muscles coiled tight with a resignation that made his chest tighten, a quiet acceptance of what was to come.
"That's better," Yunho murmured, leaning in closer, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent another shiver down Wooyoung's spine. "Now, I think it's time I break your little head in."
The next movement was deliberate, slow, as Yunho's fingers moved to undo the tight black pants that clung to his frame. Wooyoung's breath caught in his throat, panic rising within him as the fabric slid down, revealing the bulge beneath. The reality of what was coming next hit him like a wave, the humiliation of it mingling with a deep, gnawing fear.
The sensation of the fabric against his face was suffocating, pressing down on him with an intensity that made his pulse race. Wooyoung's mind screamed at him to fight back, but his body refused to move, frozen in place by the overwhelming dread that coursed through him. He could feel the weight of Yunho's arousal against his lips, the warmth of it, the scent filling the air as the strain of it pressed against his nose.
A dark stain began to spread across the white linen, a tangible mark of Yunho's desire, and with each movement of Yunho's hips, the scent grew stronger, more potent, wrapping around Wooyoung like a vice. The weight of it all was crushing, a reminder of just how powerless he was in the moment.
Yunho's movements grew rougher, the rhythm of his body grinding into Wooyoung with an intensity that sent ripples of sensation through the smaller man. Each push and pull seemed to carve out the air in Wooyoung's lungs, leaving him gasping for breath, the weight of Yunho pressing down more insistently. The proximity was suffocating, but it was the raw force of Yunho's arousal, the heat and hardness of it, that demanded Wooyoung's attention. There was no retreat; every inch of space had been claimed by Yunho's presence, the scent of him thick and intoxicating in the close quarters.
Yunho's voice, low and commanding, cut through the tension as he gave a simple order, "Open wide." The words hung in the air, an expectation laced with authority. But Wooyoung's eyes narrowed, defiance sparking in his gaze. He clamped his mouth shut, challenging Yunho with a silent refusal. Instead of reacting with anger, Yunho merely laughed, a deep, resonant sound that sent a shiver down Wooyoung's spine. With a shrug, Yunho dismissed the challenge as if it were a minor inconvenience, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he murmured, "Suit yourself."
The response was maddeningly casual, and Wooyoung's defiance wavered when Yunho's arousal brushed against his lips, the contact electrifying. The sensation was subtle at first, almost teasing, but the pressure steadily increased, the blunt tip nudging against Wooyoung's mouth with an insistent rhythm. He could feel the heat of Yunho's desire, the weight of it heavy and demanding. It lingered just out of reach, tantalizing him, each stroke against his lips a silent plea that stirred something deep within him.
Wooyoung's breath hitched as he caught the scent of Yunho, a potent mix of sweat and musk that filled his senses, making his pulse quicken. His resolve faltered, the primal urge to yield rising as his body responded to the heady combination of scent and sensation. Despite the fear that twisted in his gut, a traitorous part of him craved more—the taste, the fullness, the undeniable pressure. And with every slow, deliberate brush of Yunho's arousal against his lips, that craving grew stronger, the anticipation coiling tight in his belly, ready to snap.
As the hand clamped onto his hair with increasing intensity, Wooyoung felt the pressure compelling his lips and teeth to part reluctantly. Despite his resistance, the sheer enormity of Yunho's member coerced his jaw to widen to its fullest extent, barely accommodating the colossal girth within his small mouth.
With each inch that plunged deeper, his tongue was flattened against the invading length, leaving him no choice but to rely solely on breathing through his nose. The overwhelming fullness made swallowing impossible, causing his saliva to mingle with the slickness of pre-cum, inundating his mouth with a familiar, salty taste. Unable to contain the overflow, drool cascaded down his chin, a humiliating testament to his inability to fully handle Yunho's size. Yet, amidst his struggle, he couldn't help but notice the intensity of Yunho's gaze, filled with primal desire.
" you look so pretty with those pretty lips spread around me....You're making a mess of yourself already"Yunho's voice, laced with amusement and satisfaction, broke the air as he observed Wooyoung's struggle. His fingers, tapping impatiently against Wooyoung's cheek, urged him on, pushing him to take more of him in. Yet, Wooyoung's panic was palpable from the start, his instincts fighting against the intrusion.
Despite Yunho's firm grip on his head, Wooyoung attempted to resist, his body recoiling from the invasion. But Yunho only pressed forward, driving himself deeper into Wooyoung's throat with each thrust of his hips.
He convulsed violently, every muscle in his body contorting as he struggled against the obstruction in his throat, yet nothing could escape with the cock lodged firmly in place.
"Oh, it seems you're having quite the difficulty," Yunho taunted with a malicious chuckle, exacerbating the situation. Tears streamed down Wooyoung's face as he sobbed silently, his cries stifled by the presence of Yunho's member pressing against his throat. A primal fear gripped him, the sense of impending doom intensifying with each moment. He despised his vulnerability, resenting Yunho's dominance over his instincts and the manipulation of his senses, all for the sake of entertainment.
Yunho began to thrust, eager to witness the reaction of his swollen member pushing against Wooyoung's mouth, eliciting more saliva and pre-cum. The sight of Wooyoung's slender throat moving with each movement filled him with a perverse satisfaction.Wooyoung's tortured sounds grew louder, revealing his lack of control over his gag reflex, a testament to his inexperience. Desperate to produce more wicked noises from his throat so he could revel in his audible humiliation, he jerked his hips and gave three slow, but vicious strokes, each one deeper than the last.
Wooyoung's breath hitched as a dense, inescapable weight seemed to press down on his throat, each breath slipping from his grasp as Yunho's movements gained urgency. His body quivered, caught between a shiver of discomfort and a surge of euphoria that threatened to tip him over the edge.
Every time Yunho pushed forward, the world around Wooyoung blurred, the edges softening, until all that remained was the rhythmic pulse of the pressure tightening inside him. His senses were tangled in a storm, the sharp sting of discomfort mixing with an undercurrent of pleasure, coiling deep within. The tempo quickened, and with it, the intensity swelled, drowning out everything but the visceral sensation that held him captive.
Wooyoung's fingers curled, grasping at anything within reach as he teetered on the precipice, the overwhelming flood of sensation crashing over him in waves. His mind buzzed, caught in a relentless whirl, each pulse echoing louder than the last, as his body seemed to surrender completely to the chaos, unable to resist the powerful lure that both thrilled and unraveled him in equal measure.
Yunho's breath was ragged, each exhale almost a growl as he gazed down at Wooyoung. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, an expression both teasing and predatory. His voice, low and edged with dark amusement, wrapped around Wooyoung like a velvet noose. "You're enjoying this, aren't you, doll?" Yunho murmured, his tone dripping with mockery. His eyes gleamed as they took in the sight of Wooyoung's face, slightly slackened with pleasure, pupils blown wide, and a light sheen of sweat accentuating the flushed skin.
Wooyoung's mind swirled, his senses on high alert as the rhythm of Yunho's hips continued, each thrust deeper and more deliberate than the last. The heat radiating between them was almost suffocating, but Wooyoung found himself unable to pull away, his body responding on instinct. A soft blush crept up his cheeks, painting them a delicate pink, as the sensations overwhelmed him. His eyes fluttered shut, but the image of Yunho's intense gaze was seared into his mind.
He felt his lips part involuntarily, and a small trail of drool escaped the corner of his mouth, the physical response only heightening his vulnerability. Yet, there was something intoxicating about the way Yunho's dominance held him captive, an insidious allure that left him craving more even as his body trembled with the overload.
A desperate sound escaped Yunho, his voice trembling with the effort to maintain control. "Fuck... so close..." he breathed, his pace quickening, the intensity of his movements leaving Wooyoung's senses reeling. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, and the room around them blurred as the force of Yunho's thrusts threatened to push him over the edge.
Wooyoung's eyes rolled back, a deep groan ripping from his throat as he felt the warm liquid surge past his lips. It was too much, too fast. The heat, the pressure, the heady mixture of pleasure and pain—it all swirled together, making him dizzy. The world spun as the sensation grew overwhelming, his vision darkening at the edges.
Gasping for air, Wooyoung finally pulled away, his chest heaving as he sucked in deep, desperate breaths. His mind was a haze, the remnants of the moment lingering in the throbbing heat that coursed through his veins. He blinked rapidly, trying to steady himself, but the room still spun in disorienting circles. The need for oxygen had brought him back to reality, but the shadow of Yunho's dominance still clung to his skin, leaving him both shaken and yearning for more.
Wooyoung collapsed onto the cool linoleum floor, his chest heaving with every labored breath. His forehead glistened with sweat, beads of it rolling down to mix with the drops of cum that escaped his parted lips. The fluid gathered in small, translucent pools, darkening the white tiles beneath him. He struggled to steady himself, his fingers clutching at the hem of his shirt as if the fabric might somehow anchor him, might somehow pull him back to the reality that seemed to be slipping through his grasp. But his body betrayed him, the rush of arousal lingering, settling like a heavy, unyielding fog in the pit of his stomach.
Knees pressed into the unforgiving floor, he lifted his gaze, wide-eyed and desperate, to the figure towering above him. His confusion was palpable, etched in the furrow of his brows, the quiver of his bottom lip as he tried to make sense of the disarray inside him. "W-what did you do to me...?" he stammered, the words escaping him in a broken whisper, his voice raw and trembling.
Yunho's lips curved into a smirk, his amusement barely concealed as he looked down at Wooyoung. "You humans," he mused, his tone laced with a mixture of disdain and curiosity. "So fragile... so easily undone." He tilted his head, observing the way Wooyoung unconsciously pressed himself against his foot, grinding slowly as though seeking out the remnants of whatever fleeting pleasure had just consumed him. "Just look at you," Yunho continued, the mockery in his voice sharp. "You've turned into a needy puppy, and all it took was the simplest touch."
Yunho's hand reached down, fingers tangling in Wooyoung's hair with a practiced ease, giving it a light, almost affectionate tousle. The action sent another wave of helpless desire crashing through Wooyoung, his body shuddering as he leaned further into the contact. Yet there was something almost pathetic in the way he whimpered, his hand sliding up to grasp Yunho's knee as though it were a lifeline. His fingers trembled as they fumbled with the fabric of Yunho's black jeans, his touch hesitant and uncertain, reflecting the turmoil inside him—confusion, longing, and a touch of despair, all tangled up in the overwhelming need that Yunho had so effortlessly ignited within him.
Yunho's fingers moved with deliberate gentleness as he tipped Wooyoung's chin upward, his touch light as a feather but commanding in its insistence. The world around them seemed to pause, the dim light catching the slight furrow in Wooyoung's brow, a silent confession of the discomfort he was trying so hard to mask. But the faintest quiver of his lower lip gave him away.
Wooyoung's eyes, wide and searching, met Yunho's gaze. They were swimming with a raw vulnerability that tugged at something deep within Yunho. Without a word, Wooyoung's hand drifted up to his cheek, where the echo of Yunho's earlier roughness lingered like a ghost. His fingers brushed over the tender spot, a gesture as instinctive as it was telling. He pressed his face against Yunho's thigh, seeking refuge in the warmth there, his breath hitching as he nuzzled closer, a silent plea hanging in the air between them.
Yunho's lips curled into a smile that carried a hint of something darker, something that danced on the edge of amusement and control. His voice, when it came, was a low murmur, threaded with a teasing edge that sent a shiver skittering down Wooyoung's spine. Wooyoung's body responded before his mind could catch up—a tremor of anticipation, a flush of heat that spread across his skin despite the faint protest that escaped his lips.
The sound of Yunho's laughter filled the space around them, rich and resonant, as he effortlessly drew Wooyoung to his feet. Wooyoung stumbled, his legs unsteady beneath him, but Yunho's arms were there, strong and sure, keeping him from falling. The air between them crackled with the unspoken, a tension that tightened as Yunho began to peel away Wooyoung's loose shirt. The fabric slipped off Wooyoung's shoulders, exposing him to the coolness of the room. He shivered, not just from the chill, but from the intensity of Yunho's gaze that raked over his form, lingering in a way that made Wooyoung's pulse quicken.
Wooyoung's gaze flickered upward, momentarily locking with Yunho's—a brief but intense exchange that carried a thousand unspoken words. His cheeks reddened, the flush intensifying as time lingered, charged with the weight of silence. Yunho's face drew nearer, their breaths intertwining, warm and mingled. When their lips met, an electric jolt surged between them, pulling them into a closer embrace. The kiss was tender, a contrast to the forceful grip Yunho had previously held around Wooyoung's throat. Yunho's lips moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each caress sending tremors through Wooyoung. Wooyoung's fingers threaded through Yunho's hair, pulling him closer, immersing himself in the sensation. Each kiss was a whisper of promise, each touch a silent plea for more, rendering any thought of retreat impossible. Yet, this gentle moment was quickly overshadowed by Yunho's more forceful touch.
Without warning, Wooyoung was spun around to face the grimy classroom window. Desperation marked his expression as he clung to the window frame, the cold air brushing his flushed skin. Behind him, Yunho pressed his hips forcefully against Wooyoung, each movement deliberate and intense. Yunho's hands traveled upward, dragging nails along Wooyoung's spine before pinching his nipples with an intensity that made Wooyoung gasp and shiver.
Wooyoung's breath hitched sharply as a new wave of sensations surged through him. His fingers, once clinging tightly to the window frame, began to slacken, the metal growing cold against his palms as his grip faltered. His shoulders stiffened, a shudder rippling through his frame, each shiver an involuntary response to the mounting pleasure that overwhelmed his senses.
"Yunho... please," Wooyoung's voice trembled, rising in pitch and edged with a desperate urgency that seemed to echo through the room.
A low, dark chuckle rumbled from Yunho, rich with a taunting amusement. He leaned in, his breath warm against Wooyoung's back, and began to trace a slow, deliberate path of kisses along the curve of Wooyoung's spine. Each tender press of Yunho's lips against Wooyoung's delicate skin spoke volumes of his intent—an unspoken promise to draw out every inch of surrender from Wooyoung as he continued to craft an intricate dance of pleasure.
Wooyoung's voice emerged as a trembling murmur, a blend of longing and urgency that colored the room with its softness. Yunho's response was swift and decisive, his hand striking Wooyoung's backside with a resounding smack that reverberated through the space. The stinging aftermath of the impact blossomed across Wooyoung's skin, a flush of warmth spreading outward from where Yunho's hand had left its mark.
Yunho's breath was a whisper against Wooyoung's ear as he leaned closer. His fingers explored Wooyoung's chest with deliberate slowness, tracing over the firm contours of muscle that quivered under his touch. Each caress seemed to awaken a heightened sensitivity in Wooyoung, the gentle strokes evoking a symphony of shivers and electric pulses that coursed through him, creating a palpable tension in the room.
With one hand, Yunho found Wooyoung's nipple again, gently teasing it, while his other hand mirrored the action on the other side, eliciting soft gasps from his lover. Yunho's lips followed a tender path along Wooyoung's jaw, planting butterfly kisses that soon evolved into gentle, tingling love bites. He trailed these nips down to Wooyoung's shoulders, each kiss heightening the sensitivity coursing through Wooyoung's body.
Wooyoung was so caught up in the tingling sensation on his skin from Yunho's kisses that he didn't even notice when Yunho's finger slipped inside him. The sudden jolt of pleasure was electrifying, and Wooyoung instinctively bit down on his knuckles to stifle the moans threatening to escape his lips. Yunho noticed this immediately and was not pleased. As the kisses enveloped him, Wooyoung's senses were consumed, leaving him oblivious to Yunho's advancing fingers until a sudden surge of pleasure jolted through his body. His immediate reaction was to stifle any audible response, sinking his teeth into his knuckles to suppress the lewd moans threatening to escape. However, Yunho was quick to notice, and within seconds, Wooyoung felt the sharp twist of his wrist, sending a jolt of pain coursing through him. The sudden movement caused him to lose his balance, his grip on the window slipping, and his body pressed firmly against the cold glass once more.
In that moment, Wooyoung was engulfed by a whirlwind of sensations, each one more electrifying than the last. The frigid air against his heated skin sent shivers cascading down his spine, intensifying the growing heat within him. With each touch from Yunho, his body responded eagerly, betraying his attempts to maintain control. His voice wavered as he struggled to articulate his desires, every word punctuated by gasps and moans that reverberated through the empty classroom
As Yunho's finger explored his insides, pleasure continuously shocked through him, electrifying every inch of his skin and his insides with that delicious addictive heat. Each tender caress is met with a fervent response, his body surrendering willingly to the exquisite sensations. When the elusive sweet spot is finally discovered, a rush of euphoria floods his senses, prompting a primal, involuntary igniting every nerve ending with a fiery passion. His back arches in response, a silent plea for more as his mind becomes consumed by the overwhelming desire coursing through him.
Yunho's third finger slides into
Wooyoung's body, the sensation of being stretched and filled overwhelming his senses. With each thrust, pleasure courses through him, leaving him unable to contain the sounds of ecstasy that bubble up from deep within him.
Wooyoung writhes beneath Yunho's touch, his moans betraying the intensity of the pleasure coursing through him. As Yunho's fingers press against his prostate with increasing urgency, Wooyoung's attempts to stifle his cries become futile. He bites down on his lip, the taste of blood mingling with the overwhelming sensations, as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control.
Yunho's voice cut through the tension, a potent mix of authority and desire. "Let me hear you," he commanded, his words like a command. He punctuated his request with a sharp slap to Wooyoung's backside, a jolt of sensation that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. The sting was quickly overshadowed by the wave of pleasure that followed, coaxing a deep moan from Wooyoung's lips. The sound was spontaneous, escaping him in a breathy rush, further intensified by the moist warmth of Yunho's lips brushing against his earlobe.
Wooyoung's breath came out in ragged bursts, each inhale a struggle as sweat formed at his hairline and trickled down his skin. His moans were punctuated by sharp intakes of breath, his body a blend of tension and need. "Yunh—Mh!" he gasped, his voice faltering as he clung to the edge of a precipice. He pressed harder against the cool glass behind him, his knees quivering with a mix of anticipation and need. Just as he neared the peak of his pleasure, Yunho's fingers retreated, leaving Wooyoung on the brink of ecstasy, teetering in a void of unresolved longing.
Wooyoung's eyes widened in disbelief as a soft, almost helpless whine escaped his lips. Yunho's laughter, light and mocking, seemed to ripple through the air with an unsettling edge, intensifying the knot of anxiety in Wooyoung's chest. As Yunho's fingers loosened their hold on Wooyoung's wrist, the faint rustling of fabric hinted at his preparation for the moment ahead.
"Put your hands against the glass and don't hold back your voice," Yunho's voice was firm, slicing through the tension. Wooyoung obeyed, his palms pressing against the frigid glass, the icy surface sending a shiver through him. His breath quickened, each exhale a misty whisper as he fought to stifle the sounds bubbling up inside him. The sensations were too overwhelming—Yunho's touch ignited a storm of conflicting feelings, a blend of pleasure and a sharp sting that caught Wooyoung off guard. A soft, involuntary gasp escaped him, swallowed by the heavy silence of the room.
" please...."
"You're so cute when you're begging for me...don't worry...I'll feed you just like you want " Yunho whispered, gently kissing at his partner's nape.The taller of the two males readjusted himself, leaning back slightly to position his length at the front of Wooyoung's entrance. His hands held a vice-like grip against his partner's hips as he pushed in firmly. He bottomed-out in a smooth movement forcing two toned moans out of the duo. Wooyoung eyes had rolled back feeling the harsh stretch mixed with the addicted feeling of the heavy member rubbing at his insides. Yunho hissed moaning lowly in his throat at the sensation of wooyoung's wall's tightening around his member, utter bliss coming soon after that satisfying smack of his balls against skin.
" Mm—Fuck!" Wooyoung moaned out pushing even closer to the cold window. He didn't get a moment to relax because with one harsh thrust Wooyoung felt his body being pushed forward making him bump his head into the window for a moment at the intensity, but that didn't matter because the feeling brushing that unfamiliar set of nerves made him hiccup and claw at Yunho's arm that was on his neck. The thrust were so slow but entirely too deep which made Wooyoung feel even more delirious to what was going on besides the logical side of his mind screaming for him to not give in. But that was too late. Wooyoung was a virgin and feeling such pleasure like this as a virgin makes him beg for more. Soon, their bodies were rocking against each other, pant's and lusty moans were heard in the empty abandoned classroom. The aroma of sweat and musky sex sprouted in the air, mixing with intensity of everything going on.
" Yun-oh—Ah! Please I it's...mhm!" Wooyoung sobbed. By now he was completely caged in by the window and Yunho's chest forcing his back to arch and his head to look up into the dark orbs staring back at him. The pleasure was already too much but the intensity of the eyecontact mixed with the coolness against his warm nipples was pulling noises he hadn't made even when masturbating
Yunho's fingers slid purposefully along the back of Wooyoung's thighs, pulling him closer and leaving Wooyoung balanced precariously on one leg. Wooyoung leaned heavily into Yunho's chest, his breath hitching with every shudder that ran through him. Yunho felt the tremors in Wooyoung's body, the way his dark eyes fluttered, exposing the whites as he approached the edge.
"Yunho! I'm gonna cum if you don't stop!" Wooyoung's voice cracked, thick with desperation. His insides seemed to burn and twist, a fiery sensation building uncontrollably within him.
Yunho's response was a steady murmur, "I'm not stopping... take it, baby... let it out." The command resonated deep within Wooyoung, sending him into a maelstrom of sensation. His body convulsed with the force of his release, each twitch amplifying the intensity. His head lulled, thoughts dissolving into a haze as Yunho's soft, persistent voice enveloped him. The words pulled him further into a vortex of sensation, erasing the boundaries of reality until everything else faded into obscurity.
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Demons release aphrodisiacs I won't tell you when but you'll just know when the main character starts to like the treatment they're receiving