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Hyuntak had been expecting a nice, quiet evening in. At least for an hour or two, that is; he’s sent Humin on a grocery store errand that’s bound to take him that long, with all the fuss and confusion that comes with picking the right products and brands and whatnot. He also knows he's going to have a raging headache when he sees the the bruised and unripe fruits Baku will inevitably pick out, but some sacrifices have to be made.

“Gogo?”

Which is why his soul leaves his body for a second when his door opens with a small, threatening ‘click.’

If he were doing anything else in the world he might not have been so spooked. But as it is, a giant monster of a cock is in the midst of being sucked in by his pussy. If Baku saw what Hyuntak gets up to when he’s out of the house, he’d never live it down. Not in a million years.

Hyuntak can already tell his pride would come crumbling down if his boyfriend finds out. So instead of coming clean(which he later knows would have been the better choice), he hastily pulls up his shorts, sitting down at a painful angle. As footsteps round the corner to his room, he fans at the air near his scent glands. As an omega, he’s slightly desensitized to his own pheromones and can’t quite tell when they’re stinking up the room. Humin has told him he smells strongly of sweet petrichor- the scent left behind after rainfall.

“Hhnh-!” Gotak intakes sharply. The dildo shifts ever so slightly. It sets his very nerves on fire when the rounded tip brushes against what might be his G-spot. “B-Baku! When did you get home?”

His boyfriend sniffs the air curiously. Raising an eyebrow, his eyes flit down to where Hyuntak is sitting at his desk. And honestly, yeah; it probably looks extremely incriminating. Hyuntak exhales slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. His shorts are pulled on all-too haphazardly, pushing the toy flush to his ass as he squirms on the chair.

“You’re the one who told me to get groceries, baby, and I made pasta.” It’s true. There’s a delicious aroma of tomato and basil drifting from the kitchen. Gotak gulps. His pussy clenches weakly around the dildo. The knot hasn’t quite popped in and the heat in his gut dances languidly for now, but one wrong move and he might expose himself.

“Why don’t you go ahead, Baku? I need to change…”

“Change into what? Your pajamas? But you normally wear sweats to bed,” Baku interrupts. To Hyuntak’s horror, he stalks over to where he’s sat and grabs him by the arm. And with how stupidly strong Humin is, he can’t move a single muscle. He laughs incredulously, almost a scoff. “...fuck,”

Humin walks him to the kitchen. There's an innocent smile on his face, but it doesn't match the grip on his arm. Exasperated, Hyuntak shakes it off with all of his strength and plops down on a seat by the counter.

Big mistake- “Ah-” his breath comes out in a shudder. To save face he clasps a hand over his mouth. “I can't- hah- believe you made this, Baku,” he grits out, a grimace-smile plastering itself across his face. The dildo’s rubber knot shoves its merry way into his leaking hole- it’s honestly a wonder Baku hasn't mentioned anything about the stink of his slick yet- filling him up more than he thinks is possible.

Let it be known that the toy itself is a girthy 7 or so inches, not including the knot. With that in mind, the fact that Hyuntak feels it all the way up near his sternum isn't surprising. In fact, he’s thankful he can produce speech with the way his airway constricts from the pressure.

Humin breaks into another sunny smile; it’s bright enough to light up the moodily lit kitchen but not bright enough to distract Hyuntak from the thing demolishing his cunt.

“Bon Appetit!”

Hyuntak bites his fist as Baku digs in. His boyfriend is suspiciously cheerful about his dish of pasta. Maybe it's a really good batch of sauce today.

He picks up his fork hesitantly and with trembling fingers and digs it into the noodles. Better to get this done and over with- the quicker the better.

He’s never finished a meal as quick as he has just now. Not even five minutes later the plate is sparkling clean(Although the same can't be said for his shorts, which have been soaking up slick and lube slowly. Something sticky touches his inner thigh but he holds back his grimace out of fear of being caught.

Baku looks up expectantly when he stands up on shaking legs. The dildo almost slips out of the gap between his panties and his mound, but Hyuntak pushes it back in with a strained clench of his thighs.

“Done? How were my cooking skills?” Skills with a z, no doubt.

“Mmh-” Gotak nods. His idiot needs to shut up right about a minute ago or he’s genuinely going to come all over the kitchen tiles. “Good- good, it was good.” Fuck, he’s screwed. Humin cocks an eyebrow suspiciously, walks smoothly on over to where he stands.

To his surprise, Humin merely rests a gentle hand on his stomach.

“Looks like you ate well, Gogo,” he hums in satisfaction. Hyuntak just about sighs in relief until Humin’s expression shifts.

“Hm? What’s this?” He runs his hand along Hyuntak’s core, pausing and repeating the motion at his lower belly. “I don't think that this is from the pasta you just ate,”

To Hyuntak's horror, there seems to be a small, oblong bulge protruding through the thin layer of fat he sports along his indistinct abs.

“Wait, Humin,” he must sound fucking desperate. “That’s not…”

“Not what?” His boyfriend innocently smooths his thumb over Hyuntak's thin T-shirt. Then he presses down, hard, on the spot where the tip of the dildo meets his inner walls.

“I’m not, oh!- Oh fuckkk, Baku!” His eyes twitch shut and his mouth opens in a grimace as his already tight channel squirms closer. Humin huffs out a laugh.

“Your reaction tells me everything I need to know, you know?” Hands grabbing his waist until his thumbs circle the spot, Humin licks his tomato stained lips eagerly. “Can I?”

“Oh my god! Go to hell- I can't believe…” He really should get into the habit of finishing his sentences but it’s rather hard to talk when Baku squeezes even tighter. “Ah! I’m telling you, there’s nothing there…”

But Baku’s knowing smirk says he won’t be giving up. There goes Hyuntak’s ‘peaceful’ evening. No such thing as the word when Baku’s around.

“Nothing there? Why don't you show me then? Come on, lift your shirt…” Hyuntak's stomach clenches involuntarily, sending rapid pulses of pleasure as Humin tenderly lifts his T-shirt to reveal a pale expanse of skin.

“Baku,” he mutters, looking up at the other. His boyfriend smiles and stuffs Hyuntak’s shirt into his mouth and he grimaces, suddenly unable to speak. “Mmh!”

Then his fingers are back, torturously light upon his core. He trembles slightly as Humin caresses the skin above his shorts’ waistband. Eyes narrowed, there’s nothing to do but watch with bated breath; long, sturdy fingers tease at the elastic, a thumb slips underneath slyly.

Hyuntak grabs Humin’s wrist with both hands in a halfhearted attempt to still him. Absent-mindedly he notices the way they fit perfectly, not large enough on their own to encircle Humin’s larger circumference.

His teeth clench on the fabric of the T-shirt, unwilling to let go. The bulge under his skin is stark under the dim lighting, and every time snakelike fingers brush past it he shivers.

Suddenly, in sharp contrast to the previously soft touches, Baku pulls down his shorts in one go. They pool, black and white nylon, at his ankles and leave only a pair of white panties covering him.

Baku licks his lips. Somehow he looks hungry, despite having gorged himself on dinner just five minutes ago. Is that a string of drool hanging from his red stained lips?

“Mm, doesn't dessert just sound delicious, Gotak-nim?”

He glares up even as his breathing speeds up. Fleeting fingertips press at the planes of his body; there's Baku’s thumb, pressed up against the dildo’s bulge, there’s his long digits groping the slope of his back where Hyuntak’s ass meets his waist.

“...Can't fucking wait to dig in, you in the mood for some creampies, baby?”

Hyuntak twitches and mouths furiously against the shirt in his mouth. Both of his hands clench against Baku’s large wrists. He digs in his nails but Baku, being the sucker for pain he is, bites back a moan and oh-so casually slips his hands under Gotak’s waistband. His cool fingertips cup his ass.

Then Baku gives his ass a little grab, feeling the soft flesh wiggle. Gotak lets his makeshift gag drop from his mouth. It flutters back to place, covering his stomach.

“You-!”

“Me,” Baku smiles.

“I- you know what, I can't even get mad- this is all my fault,” he closes his eyes. Carefully, he lets go of Baku’s wrists and lets his hands find closure on his boyfriend’s muscular shoulders.

His grip is dangerously close to Baku’s throat. Veins pop out when Baku clenches his jaw. “...Haah… Gogo,” Breath trembling in restraint, Baku whimpers, “Threatening me with a good time?”

Hyuntak squeezes deliberately and slowly. “You better get to work, then,”

“Ah, fuck- keuk-” As hands close in like a vice, not quite circling his entire throat, Baku strokes a single finger against Gotak’s panties. His index finger paints a slick covered line atop the dildo’s smooth base, “Hha- nngh- what's this?”

Only Baku could still sound smug while getting choked out.

The one finger turns to two and both push firmly. Gotak's fingertips press harder against tender, beating skin while his thighs clamp around Baku’s hand. He furrows his brow, an all too familiar movement whenever he’s around his boyfriend. Unfortunately. He’ll be wrinkly by forty.

He breathes, unable to control the speed at which air whooshes out from his lungs. Hyuntak shudders throughout his body when, with practiced precision, Humin strokes his lube-slick-soaked lips. The pads of his fingers smooth out the mess between his legs in a path around what Humin must know is a dildo.

Again, his body betrays him. The tiniest flutter at his clit and his legs buckle. Baku manages to choke out a sentence,

“Let me make you feel good, please?” Or at least, that’s what Gotak thinks he says. There’s a lot more whining and drool, but the puppylike enthusiasm makes him think it’s true.

“Baku!” Flushing, Gotak’s thighs squirm as two fingers sent zings of pleasure up his spine. “Ah…. you fucker…”

Eager fingers scrabble at the dildo. Hyuntak can feel Baku’s short fingernails scratching his flesh lightly, can feel the soft gasp against Baku’s throat as he finally grabs the base and tugs.

His boyfriend can't do anything but stare, wide mouthed, as the toy resists his pull, as he strains to release it. As he keeps working at it, rubbing at Gotak's clit to urge meager streams of slick out.

Hyuntak is pushed against the kitchen counter by the strength of Baku’s arms alone. When the thought hazily registers in his pleasure fogged brain, his heart jumps wildly.

Is it fear? Arousal? Love? Maybe all three.

“Hah-!” Baku gasps. The knot pops out. Gotak follows suit, crumpling halfway to the ground with a weak sigh and releasing his hold on Baku’s throat before the other circles his waist with one massive bicep.

All of a sudden the whole toy in its massive, monstrous glory slides out, opening the floodgates for a sticky, flowing glob of lube and slick to drip out of his ruined cunt. Along with… something else.

“Ah! Nngh-!!” Gotak’s thighs clench around nothing at all. He can feel his muscles tense, quiver, then let go as he squirts. “Baku, baku baku!” Liquid splatters on the ground in a translucent, watery puddle.

Panting out crooked breaths Go Hyuntak has to grip the kitchen counter as he regains his breath. Another small stream of squirt spurts out and he shivers. He avoids Baku’s gaze until Humin grabs his chin and twists.

“Nothing, my ass…” He laughs a hoarse laugh. “This thing is almost as big as I am, Gotak-nim!”

“Shut up, Humin.” He feels his face redden when Baku dangles the dildo in front of his nose. It swings and flails because of its impressive length.

If he thought he couldn't get any redder, he would be wrong; when Baku dips a cautious finger into the pool of creamy white substance resting on the rubber dick’s head and brings it up- up to his mouth- he just barely swallows down a shriek-

“Baku! Oh my god, what the hell?? Get that- get that out of your mouth, fucker,” He swipes out but it's too late. His boyfriend swirls his tongue against his fingertip and licks like a dehydrated man lost in the Sahara.

“...Mm, I really hope that lube was edible…”

“Fuck, I told you not to-!” Dumbfounded, Hyuntak doesn't even register the fact that Humin is encroaching further on his space, backing him into the kitchen counter until it digs into his back, until it’s too late.

“But the more important question is, why were you using a knotted dildo when you have the real deal right here?”

They're almost the same height(even if Hyuntak is a fair bit leaner), but right now it feels like he’s looking up at Humin. He grits his teeth as the grip on his jaw tightens.

“You like this toy that much?”

“Yeah, what if I do?” It's a damn awful idea, to annoy his normally sweet Humin, but Gotak must be in the mood for some trouble. He scoffs. “Made you get outta the house so I could get some alone time, didn't I?”

Baku’s mouth opens in shock. “Oh, you little-” He pauses, shoots an angry glance at the toy.

“Fine! If you like this- this thing better than me, I think I at least deserve something in return. Open up!”

Confused and annoyed, Hyuntak's mouth falls open.

"No, not that one," Humin pointedly glances down. "I mean there."

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Gotak splutters. His cheeks burn as he almost spits out, “What- Baku!” He brings his hands to cover his crotch instinctively, knowing full well anyone with eyes can see the stream of white ebbing out between his thighs.

His inner walls pulse, betraying him. ‘Yes please,’ his body says. “The fuck!” his mouth translates.

“I’ll dick you down until only I'm on your mind, Gogo…” And like the crazy bastard he is, Humin kitten licks the edge of his open mouth. His tongue just barely slips in, a gentle caress. “Fuck that dildo-” he scowls, “Wait, not actually, though!”

“Forming thoughts now, are we?” Hyuntak quips. Yeah, all he wants at this point is to be bent over the kitchen counter until the slick and lube inside is fucked out and replaced with Baku’s cum, but he can't possibly admit that. His boyfriend’s ego would skyrocket past the roof.

But maybe his eyes are too heavily lidded, or he’s panting too heavily, or his hand twitches in front of his leaking cunt, because Baku sees right through him. Again.

“Please? You know you want itt… I’m so hard, Gogo.” To illustrate his point, he flicks a finger across Gotak’s wet folds, feeling for the gap left by the knot. It’s right about now that Baku’s pheromones start permeating his nostrils.

“Oh, fuck,” Hyuntak whimpers. The one finger feels like a surge of electricity on his overstimulated nerves. “Don't be a tease…” he mutters, then spreads his legs. “If you don’t do good I’m taking back that dildo, got it?”

Baku pouts, then mock salutes. “Yessir-!” He flicks his finger, letting the tip nudge inside at Gotak’s walls.

One finger turns to two, two to three, then three to four until Gotak is practically riding his forearm. He’s already short of breath from the kitten-licks-turned-full-on-tongue kisses that feel less like kisses and more like choking, and the way his clit brushes just right against Baku’s arm, the way the fingers scissor, everything makes his head a little foggy.

The ‘schlick-schlick’ of fingers thrusting in and out, pulling out with them drops of slick are unwavering in their rhythm and somewhere along the blurry lines he’s pushed onto the counter- the cold, marble counter- and his legs are shakily pushed open by a single hand.

(That should absolutely not be as hot as it is; nonetheless, Hyuntak’s eyes open a tad wider when he hazily notices)

“Nnh… Am I doing good? Gogo….” A string of drool- spit- whatever- lands from Baku’s red lipped mouth. Like lip gloss. He slows down to ask, almost a whimper. Desperate for sure.

Gotak licks his bottom lip. It’s also slick. Yes, of-fucking-course Baku’s doing good. He’s halfway out of his mind and there’s pussy juice wetting the marble where he sits. Huffing out a laugh when he notices his boyfriend, on his tippy toes to reach his mouth, he dodges the question.

“You gonna fuck me now?” With his thumb he wipes Baku’s bottom lip, collecting the spit and bringing it to his own tongue.

Humin’s brown eyes zero in on the motion and without hesitation he’s shuffling out of his jeans like a man who’s gotta go. Something in Hyuntak throbs when he sees the bulge. ‘For me? Don’t mind if I do.’ Baku’s rich, earthy scent pervades his senses.

“Mhm,” Humin wipes his forehead of beading sweat before taking his rightful place in between Hyuntak’s legs. He slips his arms under Hyuntak’s thighs and wraps them around his waist, oh so casually, like he’s not lifting a grown ass man with practiced ease. The sensitive skin around his scent gland tingles as Humin noses into the crook of his neck.

(Hyoman gets hit by a car. He doesn’t make it through the night.)

Mercifully, blunt teeth dig into his itching gland and bite down.

“I’ll make you feel so good, Gogo… forget about that stupid dildo, okay?” Gotak can’t even nod, not with Baku’s big head nuzzled all up into his space, but he huffs out a laugh.

“I’d like to see you try.”

With renewed fervor Baku whips out his cock, one arm still supporting Hyuntak. He walks the two over to the dining table and smoothly places Hyuntak atop its sleek wooden surface.

“The table? We use for eating on? Really…” he gasps out.

Humin grins. “Gonna be making good memories tonight,” and then he nudges the tip of his dick along Hyuntak’s throbbing, leaking slit. And bites his lip, face scrunched into an expression of ecstasy as hot slick seeps onto his length.

But for all his talk of getting started and fucking Gotak senseless, Humin can’t help but tease a little bit. It’s in his nature, after all. Controlling his rapid breaths before he hyperventilates he slides the head in, then lets it pop back out, releasing a glob of slick. Hyuntak convulses minutely with every torturous stroke until he can’t take it anymore.

“You fucker- Give me back my dildo if you’re not gonna treat me right. In fact, why don’t you watch as I knot myself on it?”
“No, no, no, I’ll be a good boy,” And with a final utterance, Humin sinks in. His head falls onto Gotak’s chest. Gotak lets out a whimper.

The warmth is so much, too much. And so, so good. Hyuntak’s walls grip at his member like a suction, even with all the slick, not wanting to let him go- or let him drive himself in further, for that matter. Humin has to make small, short strokes that punch half-breaths out of Gotak and push his dick in another inch every time.

“Oh- oh!” Gotak smirks even through the erratic thrusts.

“I’ll have to ride that dildo more often if it gets you like this, Baku,”

Humin growls, pulling a delighted laugh in between Hyuntak’s wet pants that quickly hitches into a gasp. His balls almost almost slap against Gotak’s taint, he’s almost buried to the hilt(once he is it’ll take more than King Arthur to pull him out). One last, particularly strong push, and his tip bumps hard against spongy flesh and Hyuntak has to pull away from him as a jolt of pain rushes up his nerves. “Haah!” It’s no use, of course; Baku merely brings him back down upon his entire length once more with an arm curled possessively around his waist.

“Fuck, Gotak, Gogo-!” His fingers creep down the groove in Gotak’s flushed back, splayed wide; fingertips press into Gotak’s tanned skin, leaving little indents that never last as long as Humin wants them to. “God, you feel so good…”

“That’s not my, nngh, name and you know it, Bak- Hah! Hu-”

Park Humin is a absolutely a monster, a freak of nature when it comes to his infinite energy and stamina. Gotak’s all too familiar, remembers the time he genuinely couldn’t walk the day after their heat and rut cycles synced their last year of high school. After all, isn’t 9 orgasms back to back simply unnatural?

It doesn’t seem like he’s lost any stamina, either, since their high school days. Once those hips start to move, they don't stop. Humin just keeps pumping his thick cock inside, gaining speed slowly but surely until Hyuntak really can't think straight.

“Gogo…”

“Ah-!”

“Wanna fucking breed you, please, please?” Something wet and warm; Baku’s tears drip onto his cheek. Or maybe it's just sweat. He takes a couple seconds to register what Humin says.

“-Oh, oh my god…” His tongue is too thick for his mouth, too wet to contain yet Humin sucks at his flesh madly, swallows his spit eagerly and gladly. His face, his waist, his hole, everything has Humin’s mark. His touch will take a while to clear. Not that Gotak wants to forget it.

He can't even talk. Not when Humin is sucking his face damn near off.

Hyuntak loses breath and slaps Humin’s cheek lightly. He pops off of Hyuntak's mouth with a loud, ‘pop’ and licks a stream of drool that runs down his chin. “Can I?”

“Huh?”

“Come inside, can I come inside? Gogo, i’m gonna go- nngh- crazy if I can't come inside, please?” They're not even thrusts at this point. Everything centers around the arm encircling Hyuntak’s waist, scalding hot and strong as steel. Like he’s using a fleshlight, Humin punches Hyuntak atop his cock. Over and over again. There’s no room for rest or reprieve and Hyuntak at some point has given up fully on trying to articulate anything.

The dildo lays forgotten on the dinner table as slick seeps off its rubber frame.

Not fully forgotten, though. Baku sees it out of the corner of his wet eye and hesitates. Then looks down at Hyuntak. His strong and sturdy Gogo. He can take anything Humin throws at him(which is indescribably hot). And who knows if he’ll have another chance to test this out?

Humin maneuvers his boyfriend’s body around so he faces the table and his arms brace himself, limp grip atop wood. Pushing Hyuntak further up the table with his dick, he takes the chance to grab the godforsaken toy. It smells like Hyuntak. Manly and sweet. Rainy.

He's not so crazy as to make Hyuntak take another(huge) dick in the same hole. Instead, he dangles it by the balls in Hyuntak’s dazed face.

“Wha-?” he mumbles. Baku can see his fingernails dig into the table as he recognizes the object.

“Do you think you can take two?” He stills his movements.

“Baku, Baku, fuck, no-” Gotak whimpers. Finally.

“Please? For me? I'll make it feel good, let me try,” He begs. Humin’s nerves are all sparked up, aflame; one wrong move could probably make him dump his load in Hyuntak. But all he can imagine is how good it would feel for another dick to press up against his own, separated only by a thin fleshy membrane. He uses his free thumb to circle Gotak’s unoccupied rim gently. “I'll only put in half, hmm?”

Humin waits for Hyuntak to respond.

“Haah…” Gotak brings his hands down to Humin’s own and grips his bicep like it owes him something. “Do it gently…” Gotak’s head falls forward- like he’s preparing for something.

Humin lights up immediately. Stabilizing his lover so his feet reach the floor, Humin pulls Hyuntak closer to him. His ass slaps flush against Humin’s hips and Hyuntak draws in a breath, clenching around the disturbance.

There’s so much slick, pouring out in droves and streams, so Baku can easily drag his cupped hand up the length of Gotak’s perineum and collect some makeshift lube.

It drips through the cracks between his fingers, cool on Hyuntak’s flushed skin. He breathes deeply to calm his raging nerves and then holds it as Baku’s coated finger nudges his rim.

Baku prods and scissors his fingers greedily, as if he’s not already occupied in Hyuntak. Sighing, Gotak tries to recover his sanity. It’s almost… relaxing? To be fingered so carefully. He could probably forget about the dick in his pussy if it weren’t so big and so deep.

Baku smells nice. He’s probably been emanating his scent the whole time Hyuntak was too out of it to notice. It smells like something warm and comforting that he can't wrap his head around. Hyuntak sniffs, trying to discern the smells.

Hyuntak’s so busy lost in thought that the prodding of a much larger object than Baku’s fingers at his ass makes him jolt in surprise. Its soft tip slides in smoothly, aided by Baku’s controlled pushing. Immediately his greedy hole sucks it up and he twitches forward- as far forward as he can go without sliding off of Baku.

“Ah! Fuck, I’m so gonna make you pay for this later,” he grimaces, then lets out a pained, ‘huh-!” as Baku twists the toy, easing it in gently. Gotak’s shoulder blades tighten as he strains to take the toy.

Baku huffs near his ear. He whispers, into Gotak’s ear, “Promise you’ll follow through, then, Gotak-ssi.”

He tries to laugh in exasperation but a throaty, breathy, exhale is the only thing that comes out of his mouth.

Carefully, and slowly, the rubber knot presses against his ass. All seven inches gobbled in by Hyuntak’s hole. He shudders.

Baku couldn’t be happier. He can literally feel the object through Gotak: it presses snugly against his own dick and moves around with the help of a copious amount of lube. The added pressure only makes his heightened senses all the more overstimulating. Baku can only imagine how his Gogo feels… hopefully pretty damn good, because he’s not going to be able to last much longer at this rate. He whimpers and grinds into the wet heat below him, feeling slick squelch onto his dick.

The burning sensation enveloping his cock spreads quietly as he pounds into Gotak, rattling the dining table under the two of them, until all of a sudden the pleasure hits him like a bolt of lightning and he stops abruptly.

“Gogo, I’m gonna cum, shit-!” Humin whines into Gotak’s ruffled, sweaty hair. Deliriously he inhales his sweet scent as his leg muscles tingle and threaten to give out from overstimulation. Gotak can’t do anything but chant a mantra of, “Baku, Baku, Baku, Ba-ah!” and a litany of “Yes, God,”s

One more earth shattering thrust that makes both Gotak and the table he grips on tremble dangerously, and Humin is completely gone. He sees white. Not just white, but stars, too. They flash and dance across his vision. Humin could get drunk on this. He feels like a damn mad man with how delicious it all feels.

Hyuntak’s hips are still stuttering, though, as he gasps atop the table, so Humin blindly reaches for the toy and gives it a couple rough thrusts as his hips stutter until Hyuntak cries out. The telltale sound of water splashing follows quickly afterwards.

“Ohh… my fucking god,” Hyuntak mutters. His voice is so attractive when it’s ruined, so rough and wrecked, that Humin blushes. Hyuntak’s inner thighs still quiver from his orgasm and a weak spurt of fluid squirts out to add to the puddle making a mess on the table and floor. He slumps forwards, hand in his arms. “...Take it out, Humin-ah…”

“Right!”

“Fuck, I can’t move my legs-” he whimpers(But jolts when the toy is pulled out quickly).

“Sorry, sorry! I guess we got too carried away,” Humin says, breathless.

“And who the hell is ‘we’ supposed to be? My god, you’re insufferable…”(He jumps a second time as Humin pulls himself out, dick sopping wet and covered with sticky cum and slick).

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you, hm? I promise, Gogo,”

“You better…” Hyuntak chances a glance at the dildo. “And while you’re at it, just throw away that dildo.”

“But…” Humin hesitates.

“But what?? Baku, I feel like you’ve definitely made your… point… here,” he gestures at the mess around them.

“But it’s so hot to see you try and take that knot… Next time can we see if you can?” Humin starts laughing before he can finish his sentence. He dodges a weak punch from Hyuntak and picks him up.

“Mind the cum! And if you don’t throw it away, I will!” Gotak shudders as they make their way to the bathroom. That damn toy has been more trouble than its worth. Honestly!

At the same time, though…. He’s definitely fulfilled his wish for a relaxing night in. His limbs are pleasantly loose and the afterglow has raised his mood sufficiently well.

Baku hums, dumb grin on his face. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something ridiculous.

“Hey, you wanna see if you can take two dicks in the same hole?”

Hyuntak sighs. Nevermind. Definitely not a relaxing night…