You like the sound of Hyuck's voice.
When he's singing, when he's talking– when he's moaning.
You kiss a trail up his stomach, marvelling at his golden skin now marked up with loving dark colours, courtesy of your lips, nails and teeth. He's muttering curses under his breath and his hand runs through your hair as you rake your teeth lightly on one of his nipples.
He's flushed and tired, having been teased for over an hour now and you feel his erection twitching against your thigh when you grind, once, against it. He's got that familiar glaze in his eyes, half-lidded and zoned out as they stare up at the ceiling. You leave a soft kiss at the swell of his throat before he swallows hard, tongue wetting his lips before you nip at his earlobe.
"Refusing to beg, baby?" You whisper, and you feel him shudder at the heat of your breath beside his face. He swallows again and you see his head reeling for words to say.
"I don't want it that badly." But his voice is rough, low with weariness and it sends a thrum of pleasure into you at how different it is compared to his pretty, clear voice.
You click your tongue at his denial, the pad of your thumb flicking his bottom lip down for a second. He eventually parts them as you lean even closer, the surface of your lips feathering his and he exhales a shaky sigh, warm eyes barely concentrating on yours, at the edge of being unfocused, mind overwhelmed and foggy at the way your nails drag up his thigh.
"We'll see" Your hands grab at his waist, pulling his naked body up to meet yours and he lets out a surprised gasp, back arching off the bed and the sweetest moan of the night escapes his throat. You barely contain your own moan, feeling his length slide between your folds, rocking your hips ever so slowly against him. You tilt his chin to face you when it lulls to the side and you hold it in place, lips so tantalisingly close and you see his control slipping in his eyes with each slow grind of your hips on his.
Your hand slides from his chin to wrap delicately around his throat and his mouth parts even farther when you give a good squeeze. Hyuck's eyes roll to the back of his head when you push your hips harder against his, your arousal and his precum mixing and slick on your thighs as you slide his member through your folds even painfully slower. His fingers audibly drag against the bedsheets, and you love watching him fight a losing battle, eyes screwed shut, willing himself to not lose control.
But then you squeeze a little tighter, the tip of his throbbing cock finally prodding at your entrance and he loses it, a loud sob wracking through his chest. His hands shoot up to your waist and you let go of him when he rolls the both of you until you find yourself laying on your back. You feel the air knock out of your lungs, red-hot fire igniting in your gut as he groans - primal and needy. His head is buried into the sheets with his grip bruising and you bite back a hiss.
"You..." He starts but he trails off and his heavy breathing is all you hear for a few, heart-beating moments.
"Go on." You can't fight the pleased smile when you realise you've won, running your fingers up and down his back and it elicits a whimper, his face burying further into the crook of your neck.
"I need you." He whispers so lowly and you reply with an innocent high hum.
"You what?" And he shakes his head into your shoulder in shame, not wanting to say more and instead his hips lower. You feign ignorance, taking ahold of his dripping member and giving it one long stroke from base to the bottom edge of his engorged tip.
He curses loudly, hips thrusting into the tight circle you made and he lets go of your waist in favour of keeping him barely steady up on the mattress. "Say. It." You punctuate each word with a slow stroke and he sobs this time, arms wrapping around you in desperation as he cries.
"Please," He hoarsely whispers, littering your neck with praising kisses, hips thrusting now with abandon. "I want to fuck you. I want to feel you around me so- so badly." And he's reduced to a sobbing mess when you line the tip of him to your entrance and he wastes no time slowly easing in, biting into your shoulder and you coo at him despite the pain - telling him what a good boy he is and you feel the hot flush of his cheeks.
"Come on, baby, not going to go any faster?" And you know why he can't and it shows in how tense his whole body is on top of yours. He's practically trembling, a second away from breaking. "I thought you needed it..." All you want to see is him falling apart. "Let me help you, baby."
And he has no time to react or reply through his clenched teeth because, without warning, you pull him down quickly by his ass, effectively bottoming him out, clenching your walls purposely around his entire length and he yells, stilling and cumming inside of you. Hot strings of cum paint your walls, filling you up until you're satisfied and more, Hyuck emptying loads of himself inside of you with each and every pitiful sob.
He collapses soon after, cock still buried inside of you as he greedily gasps for air, arms holding you still in fear you'll start moving again. And then he curses between deep breaths, hiding his face yet again and you assume embarrassment is flooding him as he sobers.
"Oh, it's okay Hyuck." He groans again but this time it's in shame and you giggle, encouraging him to look at you. When you meet his eyes, they're welled up with fresh tears and his eyelashes are stuck prettily together with one. "You did so well for me, baby." He furrows his eyebrows at the praise, frowning and you kiss his lips until it's gone.
"I mean it." You cup his cheeks, making your voice sound sincere as it can, thumbs rubbing soothingly across his face until his breathing evens and his body relaxes, eyes softer and calm now. It always surprises you how different such a loud and bratty Hyuck can behave at the end of the night. If anything, it's your favourite thing to witness, how he breaks down the longer you make him wait.
"Baby, there's nobody else who can take it like you can." And you think his after-sex glow is sexier after you praise him, a little bit of his ego returning to him, a playful light back in his eyes.
"Ah, but you have to treat me to more." He whines, the teasing lilt in his voice is something you know intimately and you love him more for it. "You're so mean to me, I'll have to tell Mark on how badly you treat me." And you giggle, kissing his cheek before he rolls onto his back beside you, his erection now limp and soft, laying on his stomach.
"Oh, I'm sure he'd love learning about all of the things we get up to." And a devious smirk finds Hyuck's lips, pulling you into another tired kiss and into his arms before you both slowly fade into sleep.
