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Sunghoon is slowly realizing that he gets turned on more whenever he sees Sunoo crying.
It’s rare to witness on any normal occasion, but he cries often whenever they’re in bed. So when he fucks Sunoo, he fucks him relentlessly. Sunghoon pounds his hips so hard that their skins never fail to create those filthy noises which reverberate in their shared room.
He’d always want to do it with Sunoo facing him, bare and gasping, watching how his face contorts in both pain and delight, and always waiting for his tears to pour—only to lick them off and enjoy the salty taste while peppering the trail with feathery kisses.
And Sunghoon knows very well the way to see more of it. As soon as Sunoo grows desperate, he starts rolling his hips to meet every of Sunghoon’s rough thrusts. That is the sign he’s getting close—which makes Sunghoon deliberately slow down his pace.
“H–Hoonie? No! Please, I need it! Don’t slow down.” Sunoo whines and follows it with a loud sob as he grips on the pillow beside his head, trying so hard to not stroke himself to climax as that would upset Sunghoon.
Sunghoon doesn’t stop though or move faster, still moving his hips but at an extremely slow and agonizing pace. Sunoo frustratedly groans and tears begin to fall down his cheeks.
Heat grows so intense in Sunghoon’s whole body and he senses his cock twitching inside Sunoo with interest. He is indeed getting turned on from seeing his boyfriend crying.
The sick feeling bubbling in his stomach yet his arousal dominating his mind and body. He inches closer and kisses Sunoo’s tears away then moves up to place some on his eyelids.
“Sorry,” Sunghoon breathes; “I just wanna see you cry for some reason.” then goes back to his fast pace, pistoning his hips hard and burying his cock into Sunoo’s hole up to the hilt.
Sunoo, taken aback, moans and tries to form words but comes out inaudible. Sunghoon doesn’t need to know what his boyfriend is trying to say. Just the way his hands latched on his shoulders, digging his nails and scratching his skin, and the increasing need in his voice are enough to push Sunoo to his climax quickly; shooting his cum on his abdomen and few reaching his chest.
Despite his hole nearly strangled Sunghoon’s cock from his release, Sunghoon doesn’t pause and keeps fucking him.
Body too sensitive and hole puffy and abused, Sunoo with his shaking hands attempts to push Sunghoon off on his shoulders.
“S–Sunghoonie, I just c–ca—ah!—me! No more!”
His pleas are ignored and Sunoo’s weak arms fall limp on his sides; unable to do a thing but cry as Sunghoon uses his ass as he pleases. His entire body aches in pain and that’s exactly what Sunghoon is aiming for.
He slams, ruthless and feeling that foreign hunger seeping in his veins as he stare and engrave in his memory the image of Sunoo looking so arousingly beautiful with tears making a mess on his face and pleading wet tired brown eyes looking only at him, and no one else.
And that brings Sunghoon to the edge. He gives one final hard thrust before coming inside Sunoo and painting his abused hole in white.
“You’re rough today.” Sunoo pouts and softly glares at his boyfriend, who stretches a tiny grin and panting to catch his breath then pulling out after a moment after his release subsides.
Sunghoon nuzzles his nose on Sunoo’s soft dark locks, whispering apologies from what he did before his eyes transfixed on Sunoo’s bleary ones.
“Promise me, Sunoo.” Sunghoon says as soon as he regains back his composure, gazing intently in Sunoo’s eyes.
“Don’t ever cry in front of someone else, other than me.”
Sunoo stares at Sunghoon as if he just suddenly grew another head; nevertheless, he gives out a weak cheery chuckle.
“You’re an idiot.”