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"Um... what--?" Sungyeol's mind had gone blank. He stood there,  gaping at Woohyun, who was looking steadily at him. It  almost made him want the floor to swallow him up. "You can," Woohyun says, slowly, his eyes never leaving Sungyeol's. Sungyeol swallows. "You can top me."And it sends a jolt through him, through his chest, his head, and down south. Fuck you, Woohyun. He can't take the image of Woohyun--woohyunbeingfuckedwoohyunbeingfuckedbyme out of his head and he feels like he's about to faint. He looks at Woohyun and he looks so sure, so earnest, that Sungyeol wants to cuddle him except he's suggesting something so--When he said he wanted somethingbspecial for his birthday, he hadn't expected it to be this-- much. "Woohyun, what, I'm not--" Sungyeol's brain still isn't properly working because, yes, they've fooled around a lot before, but they stuck to sloppy blowjobs and rushed handjobs between schedules. He had never thought of actually having sex (okay, maybe he has, but it's always just in his sleep when he wakes up with wet sheets). This was something too-- too intimate. Especially since they were ppractically both virgins in the sex-with-actual-penetration thing. Or  at least he is. Has Woohyun done this before? Maybe he already did and he's going to laugh at me for sucking at it and-- "Are you sure?"Woohyun laughs. He actually laughs and Sungyeol wants to punch him in the face for laughing because this is serious and you can't laugh at this! "Of course." Woohyun says it like it's nothing,  like having sex is nothing-- and fine, maybe others do it like it's nothing but its not nothing to Sungyeol and he's freaking out now because he can't but he wants to and Woohyun is moving closer to him and god,  he smells so good. He's close enough that Sungyeol can feel his breath on his cheeks. He's still a few centimeters shorter than him, so Woohyun has to look up. "Stop freaking out."'Stop freaking out?! How can you tell me to stop freaking out when--'  His thoughts are cut short when Woohyun presses his lips to his and those lips (lips that he's familiar with, lips that he's kissed more than a few times, lips that he's had around his cock), they always feel  so good and taste so good. "Have you um," Sungyeol starts when they pull away. "Have you done this before?"Woohyun looks at him and smiles. "Not this, no," he says,  shaking his head before diving back in to capture Sungyeol's lips. Woohyun loves this, kissing Sungyeol, because the younger is always so eager,  always so willing to learn and to take what he can get. Sungyeol takes his lower lip in between his and Woohyun groans low in his throat.They move to the bedroom easily--even without actually seeing where they were going-- the years of blindly stumbling into their dorm at four in the morning finally paying off. There's nobody else around in the dorm, the others heading off to buy a cake and other party favors for Sungyeol's birthday. With the traffic jams that keep happening in the highways of Seoul and the amount of time to get the members in the van after scattering in the mall, Woohyun figures they've got a few hours. The back of Sungyeol's shins hit the bed and he stumbles backwards, Woohyun falling on top of him. They kiss in fast, hungry movements of their tongues sliding against each other. Their noses clash when Woohyun tilts his head and Sungyeol tries to not be reminded of how their features are so contrast-- Woohyun sharp where Sungyeol was soft. He sucks Woohyun's plump lip in between his and bites down. Woohyun's hand travels downwards, palming slowly at Sungyeol's crotch. He tugs at the hem of Sungyeol's shirt and he pulls it off, their liplock cut off for a few  seconds when Woohyun tugs the shirt off over his head. Sungyeol bucks his hips into Woohyun's hand, a whine muffled by their kiss. Sungyeol flips them over and now Woohyun is panting underneathe him. He kisses him once more, before he tugs Woohyun's shirt off too. Half-naked and tangled in the sheets, Sungyeol realizes just how unprepared he is. He's never done this yet, and he'd only just realized he was attracted to Woohyun a few months ago, after all. He must've looked a little too lost, because pretty soon Woohyun is chuckling and getting up to get something from the drawer--lube, Sungyeol realizes. "I got this," he says, and he's taking his pants and boxers off in one go. He lies back down on the bed and Sungyeol doesn't know where to put his hands or what to do,  so he's very thankful when Woohyun smiles and tells him to 'just watch'.Woohyun's hand travels down the ridges of his own abs, circling each bump, teasing himself, before slowly finding its way down to his cock. He gives himself a few sharp strokes before he lubes up his other hand. Sungyeol watches, amazed, when Woohyun reaches between his legs, past his cock, to circle lazily around his hole. The sounds he makes go directly from Sungyeol's ears down his own member. He's just watching, and Woohyun is looking up at him with hooded eyes and everything is just really hot. His pants are still on, and his erection feels really painful right now. He's sitting on the bed, and Woohyun is right there but his hands aren't moving and he wants to touch Woohyun so bad. He watches as a lubed finger starts poking its way through Woohyun's puckered hole, and his hands reach out to touch his thighs. Woohyun is groaning, and Sungyeol thinks it must be very painful, but Woohyun's face doesn't show any sign of it-- just discomfort, but not pain. Sungyeol is stroking his thighs, and Woohyun whines. He watches with wide eyes as Woohyun pumps his finger in and out of himself."Fuck," Woohyun hisses, and Sungyeol's eyes widen even more. "Does it hurt?" he asks, worried. Maybe this was a bad idea, after all. But Woohyun reaches out and pulls him closer into a kiss. "If you kiss me, it gets better," he says when they pull away. Then, he reaches for Sungyeol's hand and guides them to his member. Sungyeol gets the message and starts stroking slowly. Woohyun moans, and it's music to his ears. Woohyun's got three fingers in now, and he's pumping so erratically that Sungyeol's amazed his wrist hasn't snapped off yet. He's watching, entranced, his hand still  stroking Woohyun, when he's stopped. When he looks at him, Woohyun is motioning him to go closer. When Woohyun grabs his cock, it's unexpected and sends a wave of sudden pleasure coursing through Sungyeol. He doesn't even remember when Woohyun pulled his pants down to his ankles. He moans, and it's loud,  too loud, maybe, but no one really cares when Woohyun is spreaing lube on Sungyeol's cock and he's whispering into his ear seductively."I'm ready, birthday boy," he says and Sungyeol would barf if he wasn't hard and desperate for some action. He kicks his pants off fully and kisses Woohyun.  It's a bit sloppy, but he's trying to distract Woohyun. He hovers over him, encasing Woohyun in his long limbs. He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he guides his cock to Woohyun's entrance and pushes in slowly.It's tight, really tight, and the sound of their moans mixing together will forever be stuck in his head. Sungyeol feels hot,  and he wants to kiss every part of Woohyun because this feels really good, and it takes all of his willpower to not fuck into him immediately. He braces himself with his arms, and Woohyun looks so beautiful underneathe him. "Move," Woohyun breathes out, and Sungyeol has to tell himself to slow down when he starts moving. It's slow at first, and it feels so good, and he can tell Woohyuns enjoying himself too, because he's whining every time he thrusts. He holds Woohyun's thighs apart, allowing him better access. "Nggh-- Yeol, ah-- faster--" and Sungyeol moves faster, as fast as his hips would go, and he groans. He sets an unforgiving pace and the sounds of  their skins smacking, together with their moans, all contribute to the force pushing him to the edge. He tilts his body a little and it does something beautiful to Woohyun. His whole body arches up and he lets out a long whine of Sungyeol's name. He starts fucking Woohyun in that new angle and Woohyun is positively coming apart under him, his moans so wanton that Sungyeol could come just from the sounds. Fuck, Woohyun.Sungyeol is starting to see white spots in his vision from the way Woohyun feels around him, and with a few more thrusts, he comes. It's warm and wet and disgusting, but he pulls off slowly,  and hears Woohyun whine. He flops down on the bed beside him  and starts pumping Woohyun to orgasm. His hands are more familiar with Woohyum's body, and he's coming in a few thrusts. Sungyeol smiles in the afterglow of their orgasms."Happy birthday, Yeol," Woohyun grins. "Thanks, hyung." And really, that's all Sungyeol can say right now because his mind is still reeling. Woohyun is absolutely the best fucking birthday gift ever.