WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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"When I step out. I'm gonna be happy." Soobin announces. Yeonjun chuckles, while not so discreetly shoving something under his bed.

"Yeah? You gonna wash away the negativity?" He laughs again. Soobin huffs. "Yeah, I'm gonna be like- brand new."

"Yeah you are."  Yeonjun hums, going to lay down down on his bed. Soobin stands in the bathroom, in his room, door ajar. He clutches onto a towel, eyeing Yeonjun.

Yeonjun notices, so he sits up. Staring back. He smirks, head tilting to the side. "You're really sexy, by the way. You know that?"

Soobin's eyes visibly widen and he freezes. "U-Uh-" he stammers, "Thanks?". Yeonjun rolls his eyes, "Go shower. I miss you and I'm bored now." He sighs, flopping backward to lay on the bed again.

With that, Soobin nods curtly, swallowing as he closes the door shut.

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"Oh, Yeonjun- yes!" Soobin gasps, head thrown back, he moves hip in rhythm with Yeonjun's. He couldn't help but think I'm getting the hang of this. Soobin lets out a sweet moans of ahhs and oohs, droplets of sweat sliding down his neck- it entranced the boy below him. Yeonjun's hair is also matted against forehead as he looks down at where their bodies connect. He focus on moving his hips, moving upward, hitting Soobin inside. It was so good it made them both delirious.

"Oh- ah, fuck baby." Yeonjun pants, grabbing the boys hips. Soobin bites his bottom lip as he squirms, his chin bumping against the top of Yeonjun's head.

Yeonjun takes advantage of the position, leaning in to suck on the side of Soobin's neck.

"Ahh, fuck! fuck!" Soobin squeaks as Yeonjun begins to thrust particularly hard. Suddenly he's being flipped around, being laid down on his back, Yeonjun comes in closer between his legs to not disconnect them.

Yeonjun wraps a hand around Soobin's throat, pushing him into the mattress. Yeonjun smiles as he drives his hips forward.

Soobin's mouth parts, he can't breathe. He can feel a warm tingling in his calves, slowly building up to his thighs, and then higher, and higher.

"God- you're so fucking good." Yeonjun says through clenched teeth. Soobin's eyes roll into the back of his head as he chokes on his moans. It was hard to let out noise but his body still willed it, feeling too hopeless to try and be quiet. Not when Yeonjun treats him so rough, so perfect for him. This position has proven to overwhelm the both of them in ways that caused their heads to spin and their muscles tighten.

Yeonjun notices Soobin's brows furrowing, the younger bites his bottom lip, his noises quieting. Yeonjun licks his own teeth, and can tell he's hurting him. Soobin can't breath, and he feels his eyes prick with tears when Yeonjun's ministrations continue, more unforgiving.

Soobin's tears reluctantly slip from the corner of his eye as he lustily pants.

"I'm close-" Yeonjun grunts. Soobin whimpers when Yeonjun begins to thrust sloppily, getting himself off. It hurts, Soobin squeals, panting for air. Fuck- it's too good. He's too good. Soobin's eyes closed, he couldn't think, he couldn't see. He felt free.

He made me free.

In that moment Soobin would worship him as a god- on his knees if he asked. Luckily, Yeonjun was unaware of Soobin's thoughts.