-"¡callarse la boca!" -"Hazme."

SunKi: feeding on fantisites

An hour ago, when Sunoo invited Ni-ki over to his place for a "study date", he already knew what to expect.

Still, he can't help but squirm in anticipation as he sits besides Sunoo at his desk, trying and failing to focus on the notes in front of him. It doesn't help that Sunoo decided to doll himself up today.

A white shirt that keeps riding up his skin, the tiniest pink skirt he's ever seen, and his usual white thigh highs, completed with a little bow hair clip to hold back his bangs; Sunoo's a wet dream come true.

It's been a good handful of months since they started dating, yet Ni-ki still turns into a beyond flustered mess when faced with the absolute god that is Kim Sunoo in all his hot glory.

He's just eyeing Sunoo's plush thighs when the older boy suddenly taps his arm with a pen. Ni-ki, embarrassingly enough, jumps and snaps his eyes up to him. "Huh?"

Sunoo's brows pinch together at his obvious lack of focus, his glossed lips pouted in dismay. "Ni-ki, are you even listening to me?," he asks, angling his body towards him.

Ni-ki has to gather all the willpower in his entire being to not let his gaze wander down to Sunoo's glorious legs again. He nods jerkily. "Y—Yeah. I am," he replies, knowing he doesn't sound natural at all.

With a sigh, Sunoo drags his chair closer to Ni-ki's until his knees bump into his. "Really? Then tell me what I just said." Sunoo raises an eyebrow challengingly, crossing his arms across his chest.

Ni-ki honestly doesn't know how Sunoo expects him to answer that question when all he can see is the way his tight shirt makes his nipples slightly visible. He swipes his tongue over his lips. "Um..something about..Math?"

To his utter surprise, Sunoo breaks out into a wide smile. He stands up and Ni-ki has half a second to brace himself when he jumps down on his lap. "Yeah! I was saying you did really well on your last Math test and I think you should..."

Ni-ki doesn't hear what he says next, too distracted by the way his thighs are hugging his waist and his hands are splayed across his chest. Sunoo keeps wiggling happily as he rambles on, making Ni-ki's breath hitch everytime his ass rubs just right against his crotch.

The seconds seem to drag on and on as Sunoo keeps talking, and Ni-ki's pretty sure the older boy can feel the way his cock twitches in interest. Sunoo should be using his hands about now, teasing him until he's fully hard and desperate for more friction, but today he seems keen on dragging things out even more than he already does.

Ni-ki barely manages to stifle a groan when Sunoo bounces on his lap a little, his hands itching to grab his tiny waist and guide his movements. "Oh, Ni-ki," Sunoo breathes out with a soft smile that's way too unfitting for the situation they're in. If anything, Sunoo looks nothing like he's even attempting to get in the mood. Truly, he never fails to find new ways to make Ni-ki lose his mind.

"You make hyung so proud, you know?" He cups Ni-ki's face, hands unbelievably gentle and warm. Ni-ki breathes out shakily, hands bunching up into fists in an attempt to keep them off Sunoo as he hasn't explicitly allowed him to touch him yet. "I love you so much," Sunoo whispers, eyes shining.