-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

SunKi - Baby

Ni-ki's gonna die. He's for sure going to be dead by the end of the night.

There's an incessant, throbbing ache in his arms from holding himself up for who the hell knows how long, and he's definitely gonna feel it tomorrow too. His hair is all sweaty and sticking to his forehead. Some black strands are poking his eyes, but he can't blow or brush them away. Don't even get him started on his damn legs. He has a basketball game tomorrow for fuck's sake.

But, most of all, the thing that's currently driving him near insane, is his fucking cock that's buried deep inside his boyfriend's ass.

Don't get Ni-ki wrong. He loves Sunoo with all his heart. Nothing in the world compares to him. But in times like these, he wishes he could just go ahead and-

Nah. Who's he kidding? He couldn't. Not when he's beyond in love with the older boy.

They're the classic popular jock and cheerleader couple, as basic as it gets. Ni-ki's kinda cold, reserved and quiet, but somehow still very popular. On the other hand, Sunoo seems to be everyone's best friend.

It didn't take long for them to go from lingering looks and subtle touches to heated makeout sessions under the bleachers and rushed handjobs in the locker room. The thought of getting caught made Ni-ki nervous, but Sunoo is just too damn tempting, always walking around in pretty skirts and skin-tight shirts.

One might think Ni-ki, being taller and visibly stronger, is the one incharge in their relationship. But when it comes to the bedroom, he is somehow always reduced to a pile of mush by Sunoo.

"Are-Are you done yet?," Ni-ki chokes out, barely managing to keep his voice from breaking.

"Just a minute, baby," Sunoo replies, lazily tapping on his phone like he's been doing for the past..Ni-ki's not sure anymore.

It's been a while since they've fucked, and Ni-ki had been eager to please his boyfriend as always. They'd started out slow and sweet, but soon, Ni-ki's patience had run thin.

He'd been so close to reaching his peak, so was Sunoo, but then Sunoo's phone had dinged with a text and he told Ni-ki to "hold on for a sec, babe" like he wasn't moaning in his ear to go faster and harder just two seconds prior.

And they haven't resumed since.

All Ni-ki wants to do is throw Sunoo's goddamn phone at the wall, pin his wrists above his head, and pound into him until he cries. But all he's done is stay still like Sunoo told him to.

He takes in a breath, but it does nothing to keep him sane. "You said that ages ago," he dares to argue. "Just put it down already."

Sunoo throws him a look from above his phone, eyes narrowed just a bit, but it's enough to make Ni-ki swallow thickly. "What?"

"Nothing," Ni-ki squeaks with a jerky shake of his head.

Sunoo smiles, sweet but laced with warning. "That's what I thought," he says and turns his attention back to his phone again.

It's not like Sunoo hasn't done this before. If anything, he's the biggest tease in the fucking universe. Sometimes, he'll ride him at a torturously slow pace, and just when Ni-ki is this close to his orgasm, he'll stop, get off and tell him to fuck him instead.

Or, sometimes he'll call him over so they can study together and spend the entire time perched on his cock. Maybe that's why Ni-ki fails tests so often.

He'll suck him off so good then stop at the last minute, he'll let him fuck his thighs but shove him away when nicely asks if he can fuck his ass instead, he'll grind their cocks together then complain about doing all the work and sulk off.