Sangwoo x Yoonbum: If Things Were Different

Heavy (NSFW)

Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to portray the following as healthy and/or fully consensual, please do not take it that way. It is a bit tamer than the original comic though...

Yoonbum's breathing became heavy and erratic as strong hands began removing his jeans.

He felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack, the sharp discomfort in his chest growing. He like Sangwoo, he really really liked him, but this was too much, too fast.

"S-Sangwoo..." Yoonbum quietly tried to get the other man's attention, but was ignored. As soon as his legs were free from both Sangwoo and the jeans, Yoonbum pulled himself back up into a sitting position and pulled his legs up to his chest.

Well, one leg anyway. Sangwoo had grabbed Yoonbum's left leg at the ankle. The look he gave Yoonbum said that he was surprised. After a second of looking into Sangwoo's displeased eyes, Yoonbum looked down, resting his forehead on his knee. He tried to pull his other leg up but Sangwoo wouldn't let go.

"L-let go... please." Yoonbum mumbled.

"No." Sangwoo said bluntly. His thumb rubbed the side of Yoonbum's ankle. There were a few moments of silence before he continued, his brown eyes intently focused on Yoonbum. "Why are you being so difficult?"

Yoonbum didn't move or make a sound. Sangwoo moved forward, moving his hand up Yoonbum's leg as he did.

"Hey." Sangwoo used the hand that wasn't on Yoonbum's leg to grasp a handful of black hair and pull back. It wasn't especially rough, just enough to make Yoonbum look at him.

His pale face was flushed with red, and he refused to meet Sangwoo's intense gaze.

"You love me, right?" Sangwoo asked, not releasing his grip on Yoonbum, but twisting dark hair between his fingers. "You said so yourself."

"...Yes..." Yoonbum said quietly. "I just..."

Yoonbum's words trailed off as Sangwoo's lips suddenly met his. It was a soft, quick kiss before he trailed up Yoonbum's jawline, ending right below his ear. "Don't you want to make me happy?" He spoke directly into Yoonbum's ear, making him shudder.

Yoonbum wondered if Sangwoo could hear how frantically his heart was beating. He sat there, unable to speak or move.

"You don't even have to do anything..." Sangwoo continued, pushing Yoonbum's jacket off of his shoulders, but keeping his mouth at Yoonbum's ear. "Just stay there and let me fuck you, alright?"

Yoonbum thought for a moment before nodding.

Sangwoo immediately starting trying to pull Yoonbum's jacket off, and he not only let him, but moved so that it was easier to remove. Then he resumed his reclined position from before, relinquishing control to other. He felt Sangwoo's hands wander about his body, up his shirt and in his hair.

This... is this happening? Why is my mind trying to wander? I want this to happen... this time... and it's so different... but... it's kind of making me feel the same as...

Yoonbum's train of thought was broken as Sangwoo's teeth bit at the tender flesh of his neck. He flinched, but that didn't seem to bother Sangwoo at all. Sangwoo continued his assault, biting and sucking, leaving marks on Yoonbum's neck and shoulder. His breathing became shallow, and Yoonbum was more than aware of his growing erection.

Sangwoo pulled back away from Yoonbum's neck, looking the feverish man up and down. "You're so worked up already?" He teased, but it was apparent that he liked having Yoonbum all hot and bothered underneath him.

Yoonbum looked into the eyes of the man above him, trying to commit the moment in memory forever.

"Unfortunately though, I just realized I don't have any lube." Sangwoo said. He was calm, but obviously a bit frustrated. "Heh. Maybe I forgot for a moment there that you aren't a woman." Sangwoo's eyes noticeably glanced down at Yoonbum's crotch as he spoke.

Yoonbum felt another wave of heat flood his face. "I- Thats ok..."

Sangwoo put a hand on his own hardened cock, over the fabric of his pants. "What do you suppose I do with this then?"

"No... I mean- You still can... without..." Yoonbum awkwardly muttered.

It would hurt for sure, but... if it makes Sangwoo happy...

The two looked at each other for a long moment, each trying to read the other.

"Or I could give you a blowjob... if that's... what you want." Yoonbum could no longer look Sangwoo in the eyes, but it seemed like Sangwoo's stare got more ínstense.

"What the actual fuck." The tone in Sangwoo's voice was hard to determine. Frustrated? Surprised? Angry?

Yoonbum's eyes widened, assuming he'd done something wrong. "I'm- I'm sorry if that's not-"

Sangwoo suddenly bent down and kissed Yoonbum on the lips, hard and heavy this time. Hands aggressively pulled at Yoonbum's underwear, taking them off and most likely stretching them out a bit.

Sangwoo's body was pressed on top of Yoonbum's; it felt heavy, and warm. It was as if Sangwoo was encasing Yoonbum, claiming his entire body for his own.

That was, until he suddenly broke their kiss, pulling back and pushing Yoonbum to roll over. Yoonbum got into position, using the arm of the couch for support. At the same time, Sangwoo stood up briefly to remove his bottoms.

"You sure you don't have anything important tomorrow?" Sangwoo asked, returning to the couch.

"What?" Yoonbum furrowed his brows for a moment before realization hit.

"Cause I'm telling you now, this is going to hurt." Sangwoo said this, but didn't sound necessarily concerned.

"Oh. I- I kn-"

Yoonbum's words were cut short by Sangwoo's member making contact. It didn't make it in really at all, but the touch alone sent a startling shock through Yoonbum's body. Wasting no time, Sangwoo began pushing himself into Yoonbum's entrance.

Yoonbum dug his fingernails into the soft fabric of the couch arm as sharp pain accompanied intense pressure. Sangwoo had one hand on the back of the couch and the other one firmly on Yoonbum's hip. Sangwoo would press in as far as he could and then pull out completely; at such time he would add more of his own personal lubricant to the area.

It wasn't long before Sangwoo was at steady brutal pace. Trying not to make too much noise, Yoonbum bit at the inside of his mouth and dug his nails even further into the plush of the couch.

After keeping the same pace for some time, Yoonbum felt Sangwoo's second hand on his back. It tracked up until it reached his shoulder; right by the base of Yoonbum's neck. Pressing so hard it felt like he was going to leave his fingerprints, Sangwoo used this new leverage to increase both his speed and force.

It felt wonderful, being handled like he was, but Yoonbum wasn't sure how much longer his arms could hold up against the man mercilessly pounding into him.

Sangwoo took what he wanted. He was rough. He left marks. He acted as if Yoonbum's only purpose was to satisfy him...

... and Yoonbum didn't hate it.