Stages of Love - Stage Two: Dreaming of It
Author: Star_Sarang
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): fantasized smut, cursing
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"Hyung~~" Sungjong whined. "I hate school!!"
Hoya sighed and closed his book. He was so going to fail his test because of the maknae. "Don't we all, Jongie?" he said.
"But... Hyung~~ let's go play or something!! Studying is boring!!" Sungjong pouted.
Hoya bit his lip. He wanted to say yes to the boy so badly! But if he did, Sungjong would fail his test tomorrow and Sunggyu would be angry. Hoya shook his head reluctantly and made Sungjong sit on his lap. "I'm sorry, but no," he said, wrapping his arms around Sungjong's tiny waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Please, Hoya hyung~~!!!" he begged.
Hoya shook his head again. Pursing his lips, Sungjong got up and walked to the door. "Fine!" he said dramatically strutting out of the room and slamming the door shut.
Unfortunately, Myungsoo was standing right there. "What's wrong, Jongie?" he asked, handing Sungjong his cup of milk.
Sungjong pushed the milk away and Myungsoo set it down. "I'm so bored, Myungsoo hyung.... I want to go to the park!" Sungjong exclaimed.
"Don't you have to study for your English test?" he asked.
Sungjong pouted and nodded hesitantly. Myungsoo giggled. "Come on," he commanded, taking Sungjong's small wrist into his hand and leading him toward their room.
"What, hyung~~~?!??" he wailed as he reluctantly dragged his feet to follow Myungsoo.
"I'll help you study," Myungsoo said. "If you can get through all the questions before 4pm, then I'll take you to the park and get you a watermelon."
"Okay!" Sungjong said excitedly, jumping into Myungsoo's single bed opposite of Sungjong and Sungyeol's bunk bed.
"Let's make it fun," he said. "We'll study like it's a game."
Sungjong just nodded slowly as Myungsoo explained. "For every 3 questions you get right, I'll grant you a wish. For every wrong answer, I get to make you do whatever I want."
"Okay!" Sungjong agreed.
"What does 'dashi' mean in English?"
"Again!"
Myungsoo nodded. "What does 'annyeong' mean?"
"Hi!!"
"Right. What about 'hobak'?"
"Pum-Pumpkin?"
Myungsoo grinned. "That's three. What do you want me to do?"
"Hmm... Dance to the chorus of SNSD's 'Gee'!" Sungjong exclaimed.
Myungsoo did so grudgingly and quickly, but Sungjong still laughed.
"Alright. What is 'yong' in English?" he continued.
"Dra... Dragon?"
Myungsoo nodded. "'Neorago'?"
"Uh... I... I don't know!!"
Myungsoo smirked. "Good. Now give me your shirt."
"What?! Why?! You perv!!" Sungjong screamed, covering his chest.
"Anii! It's dirty!! And I know it's your last clean shirt! So give it! That stain is annoying me!!" Myungsoo exclaimed, trying to wrestle Sungjong out of the clothing.
Sungjong pouted as Myungsoo took off Sungjong's shirt, leaving him cold and exposed. Myungsoo grabbed one of his clean shirts and put it over the still pouting Sungjong. Myungsoo chuckled and curled his arms around Sungjong as he continued, "What is 'sarang'?"
"Love..." he answered quietly.
"Mhmm... 'Choding'?"
"Sungyeol hyung!"
".... Close enough," Myungsoo giggled. "'Molla'?"
"I don't know!" Sungjong exclaimed, excited that he'd gotten another one right, making three.
"You don't know?!" Myungsoo asked, sarcastically shocked.
Sungjong, immediately getting the joke, gaped at his hyung. "Myungsoo hyung~!!! You know what I mean!!"
"But you said you don't know!!" Myungsoo was laughing.
"That's the answer!!" Sungjong yelled, beating Myungsoo with his teddy bear. Myungsoo laughed as Sungjong straddled his waist and hit him with the toy.
"Alright! Alright!" Myungsoo exclaimed. "What do you want?"
Sungjong thought for a while before reaching over and taking Myungsoo's notebook. "I want to read this!"
Myungsoo's eyes widened. "A-Aniyo!! Sungjong!!" he screamed as Sungjong began reading, giggling.
"You're so cute, Myungsoo hyung!" he said. "You wrote about me!!"
"Sungjong!!" he yelled louder, more desperate to get his notebook.
Sungjong climbed off of Myungsoo's waist and ran to Sunggyu and Woohyun's empty room, closing and locking the door before Myungsoo could follow.
"'Ah~! Sungjong is so cute and adorable! He's like a little piece of candy, so sweet!'" Sungjong read aloud, chuckling.
"Lee Sungjong!! Stop this right now!!" Myungsoo shouted from the other side of the door.
"'It's a weird thing. I've started to have dreams of Sungjong... He wasn't sweet though... He was sexy...'" Sungjong reading was getting more curious and interested, slowing to take in the words.
"Sungjong! Stop right now!!"
"'Sungjong would be lying beneath me. Something inside me would just snap and I'd kiss him. Nothing felt more right. Slipping my tongue past his lips, grazing his teeth, sucking on his own tongue as he bit my lip. Soon it was only bare skin against bare skin. I'd rip Sungjong's clothes off literally. His perfect lips were bruised by the time I was finished removing all of our clothes. I swear that his neck was the most delicious part of him other than his lips. I left his neck to trail down his chest, and he would always elicit the throatiest moan I'd ever heard.'" Sungjong wasn't reading aloud anymore. His voice got lost along the way as shock took over. Myungsoo was banging his head against the door in embarrassment, trying to pick the lock on the door.
"Trailing my fingers down his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. I giggle as he gasped at the very touch. Taking one into my mouth while teasing the other with my fingers, all Sungjong could do was moan and writhe pleasurably under my touch. I'd grind my hips down for him to feel my obvious erection. He inhaled sharply. I smirked. Light kisses were placed on his neck, snaking down his chest, making him shiver when I'd reached his hips."
Sungjong felt heat rushing to his lower region as he continued reading. Either Myungsoo was a very good writer or he was just horny as hell. Sungjong tried to ignore the sounds on the other side of the door of Myungsoo's frustrated groans, which sounded so sexual to Sungjong, as the younger continued reading.
"'Hyung~' Sungjong moaned as I placed my hands on his thighs. I could tell he needed it. He was burning hot from all the pent up sexual frustration and so was I. I would've thrust into him then and there if not for the tortured look in his eyes. To see and hear him beg was my goal now. I want him to beg me, plead me, to fuck him endlessly, mercilessly, until he was incapable of movement. But we hadn't the time for that.
'What's wrong?' I asked mockingly.
'Hyung~' he groaned. 'I'm hot. And my cock hurts...'
'Do you want me to make you feel better?' I'd smirk, ghosting my hands dangerously close to his member.
As a response, Sungjong bucked his hips to try and reach my hands. He needed the friction badly, I could tell. Instead of using my own hands to pleasure Sungjong's throbbing erection, I slid my head between his legs and licked the tip of his weeping cock. He shivered and gasped as I smirked at his reaction.
I sucked lightly at his swollen member, taking in more and more as I ran my tongue along the underside and scraped my teeth teasingly along the veins. I felt Sungjong's hand tug on my hair as he groaned. He tried to thrust his hips to bury more of his cock into my mouth, but I held him down with my hands. With my head bobbing up and down, Sungjong could only pant and moan, breathing irregularly.
'Hy-Hyung... I'm going to--'
I took his cock out of my mouth when I'd heard those words. I wasn't allowing the boy to cum until I'd had all my fun. I reached into my desk drawer producing a cock ring I didn't even knew I had and tightened it around Sungjong's growing erection, smirking as he gasped and groaned.
'Hyung~~' Sungjong whined.
I kissed his temple. 'Scream my name, Sungjong...' I growled.
'Hyung...'
I slid my hand down his thin body, halting when I'd reached his bulge, taking it roughly into my hands to play with. 'That’s not my name, Sungjong-ah...' I sang.
'Myung-Myungsoo hyung...' he moaned breathily, voice cracking as I tugged lightly at his shaft.
I chuckled. 'I love you, Sungjong...' I whispered. I didn't even bother preparing him before shoving my cock halfway up his ass, his scream resonating throughout the room.
'Fuck...' I breathed, gasping at the white hot pleasure of his tight ass.
'Oh God... Myungsoo hyung...' Sungjong moaned, rocking his hips. 'Keep going...' he demanded.
I chuckled slightly as I slid myself in slowly. However, slow wasn't what Sungjong wanted. He growled and flipped us so that he was on top. He shoved the rest of my erection up his tight hole and we both shivered.
I took Sungjong's hands that had been mangling the bed sheets into mine and kissed his soft lips. The kiss distracted him from the pain of having my dick up his ass without preparation. Sungjong leaned forward, deepening our kiss, grinding down on my cock. I hissed at the movement. I involuntarily bucked my hips up, slamming further into Sungjong. He gasped.
Sungjong suddenly remembered that he was on top and started bouncing up and down. I bucked my hips in time with his bouncing, both of us grunting in our efforts. Suddenly, Sungjong let out a loud groan and I smirked, knowing I'd hit something correctly. I bucked my hips again to find that spot, judging correctly as he shivered and moaned again.
I flipped our positions a last time, Sungjong bottoming like a good uke, as I snapped my hips forward to drive deeper into Sungjong, who moaned and panted loudly as I hit his prostrate.
'God... Myungsoo hyung!!' he screamed.
'So tight... Sungjong-ah...' I muttered through clenched teeth.
'Hyung... Ah! I have to... Mmph... Take the ring... Ah! OFF!!' Sungjong demanded.
No longer denying the boy's wishes, I slid the ring off of Sungjong's cock and placed it back into the drawer. I threw Sungjong's legs over my shoulder, allowing me to delve deeper into him. His fingernails raked down my back, knowing there'd be bright red marks.
I thrust into Sungjong a final time before we both came screaming each other's names.
'I love you...' I murmured as Sungjong and I shared a passionate kiss.
'I love you, too, Myungsoo hyung...' he'd reply. And we'd sleep together. Whatever happened next... I don't know, because in my dream, being with Sungjong was all I cared about."
Sungjong jumped as the door slammed open and he was tackled by Myungsoo. "How far did you read?" he growled, grabbing his notebook.
"Do you... Really think of me... In that way? In your dream... You said you love me. TWICE! Myungsoo hyung, both of us have agreed to not fall in love. Why would your dream produce something as contradicting in our actual lives as this?" Sungjong asked shyly. His cock was half hard from the passage he'd read, and having Myungsoo in top of him wasn't helping.
"I wrote this a long time ago..." Myungsoo said softly.
"But the date of that entry was just yesterday," Sungjong corrected.
"It's a lie!" Myungsoo shouted unexpectedly.
Sungjong was confused now... He'd never seen Myungsoo break down like this. Myungsoo... His cold faced, warm hearted hyung had never had this sort of sudden break down.
"H-Hyung..."
"Don't! .... Don't speak..." he commanded.
Sungjong and Myungsoo sat in silence. "Yah! What are you doing in our room?!" Sunggyu and Woohyun exclaimed.
Sungjong and Myungsoo gazed at them. They realized that Sungjong was still underneath Myungsoo. They quickly got off each other and dashed back to their room, apologizing to WooGyu on their way.
That night, neither Sungjong nor Myungsoo slept soundly at all. Both now had sexual frustrations pent up inside their bodies, but they were afraid of waking someone up if they went to the bathroom. So they laid in bed, hoping that the thoughts of each other writhing, panting, moaning would subside. But it only grew worse...
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): fantasized smut, cursing
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"Hyung~~" Sungjong whined. "I hate school!!"
Hoya sighed and closed his book. He was so going to fail his test because of the maknae. "Don't we all, Jongie?" he said.
"But... Hyung~~ let's go play or something!! Studying is boring!!" Sungjong pouted.
Hoya bit his lip. He wanted to say yes to the boy so badly! But if he did, Sungjong would fail his test tomorrow and Sunggyu would be angry. Hoya shook his head reluctantly and made Sungjong sit on his lap. "I'm sorry, but no," he said, wrapping his arms around Sungjong's tiny waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Please, Hoya hyung~~!!!" he begged.
Hoya shook his head again. Pursing his lips, Sungjong got up and walked to the door. "Fine!" he said dramatically strutting out of the room and slamming the door shut.
Unfortunately, Myungsoo was standing right there. "What's wrong, Jongie?" he asked, handing Sungjong his cup of milk.
Sungjong pushed the milk away and Myungsoo set it down. "I'm so bored, Myungsoo hyung.... I want to go to the park!" Sungjong exclaimed.
"Don't you have to study for your English test?" he asked.
Sungjong pouted and nodded hesitantly. Myungsoo giggled. "Come on," he commanded, taking Sungjong's small wrist into his hand and leading him toward their room.
"What, hyung~~~?!??" he wailed as he reluctantly dragged his feet to follow Myungsoo.
"I'll help you study," Myungsoo said. "If you can get through all the questions before 4pm, then I'll take you to the park and get you a watermelon."
"Okay!" Sungjong said excitedly, jumping into Myungsoo's single bed opposite of Sungjong and Sungyeol's bunk bed.
"Let's make it fun," he said. "We'll study like it's a game."
Sungjong just nodded slowly as Myungsoo explained. "For every 3 questions you get right, I'll grant you a wish. For every wrong answer, I get to make you do whatever I want."
"Okay!" Sungjong agreed.
"What does 'dashi' mean in English?"
"Again!"
Myungsoo nodded. "What does 'annyeong' mean?"
"Hi!!"
"Right. What about 'hobak'?"
"Pum-Pumpkin?"
Myungsoo grinned. "That's three. What do you want me to do?"
"Hmm... Dance to the chorus of SNSD's 'Gee'!" Sungjong exclaimed.
Myungsoo did so grudgingly and quickly, but Sungjong still laughed.
"Alright. What is 'yong' in English?" he continued.
"Dra... Dragon?"
Myungsoo nodded. "'Neorago'?"
"Uh... I... I don't know!!"
Myungsoo smirked. "Good. Now give me your shirt."
"What?! Why?! You perv!!" Sungjong screamed, covering his chest.
"Anii! It's dirty!! And I know it's your last clean shirt! So give it! That stain is annoying me!!" Myungsoo exclaimed, trying to wrestle Sungjong out of the clothing.
Sungjong pouted as Myungsoo took off Sungjong's shirt, leaving him cold and exposed. Myungsoo grabbed one of his clean shirts and put it over the still pouting Sungjong. Myungsoo chuckled and curled his arms around Sungjong as he continued, "What is 'sarang'?"
"Love..." he answered quietly.
"Mhmm... 'Choding'?"
"Sungyeol hyung!"
".... Close enough," Myungsoo giggled. "'Molla'?"
"I don't know!" Sungjong exclaimed, excited that he'd gotten another one right, making three.
"You don't know?!" Myungsoo asked, sarcastically shocked.
Sungjong, immediately getting the joke, gaped at his hyung. "Myungsoo hyung~!!! You know what I mean!!"
"But you said you don't know!!" Myungsoo was laughing.
"That's the answer!!" Sungjong yelled, beating Myungsoo with his teddy bear. Myungsoo laughed as Sungjong straddled his waist and hit him with the toy.
"Alright! Alright!" Myungsoo exclaimed. "What do you want?"
Sungjong thought for a while before reaching over and taking Myungsoo's notebook. "I want to read this!"
Myungsoo's eyes widened. "A-Aniyo!! Sungjong!!" he screamed as Sungjong began reading, giggling.
"You're so cute, Myungsoo hyung!" he said. "You wrote about me!!"
"Sungjong!!" he yelled louder, more desperate to get his notebook.
Sungjong climbed off of Myungsoo's waist and ran to Sunggyu and Woohyun's empty room, closing and locking the door before Myungsoo could follow.
"'Ah~! Sungjong is so cute and adorable! He's like a little piece of candy, so sweet!'" Sungjong read aloud, chuckling.
"Lee Sungjong!! Stop this right now!!" Myungsoo shouted from the other side of the door.
"'It's a weird thing. I've started to have dreams of Sungjong... He wasn't sweet though... He was sexy...'" Sungjong reading was getting more curious and interested, slowing to take in the words.
"Sungjong! Stop right now!!"
"'Sungjong would be lying beneath me. Something inside me would just snap and I'd kiss him. Nothing felt more right. Slipping my tongue past his lips, grazing his teeth, sucking on his own tongue as he bit my lip. Soon it was only bare skin against bare skin. I'd rip Sungjong's clothes off literally. His perfect lips were bruised by the time I was finished removing all of our clothes. I swear that his neck was the most delicious part of him other than his lips. I left his neck to trail down his chest, and he would always elicit the throatiest moan I'd ever heard.'" Sungjong wasn't reading aloud anymore. His voice got lost along the way as shock took over. Myungsoo was banging his head against the door in embarrassment, trying to pick the lock on the door.
"Trailing my fingers down his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. I giggle as he gasped at the very touch. Taking one into my mouth while teasing the other with my fingers, all Sungjong could do was moan and writhe pleasurably under my touch. I'd grind my hips down for him to feel my obvious erection. He inhaled sharply. I smirked. Light kisses were placed on his neck, snaking down his chest, making him shiver when I'd reached his hips."
Sungjong felt heat rushing to his lower region as he continued reading. Either Myungsoo was a very good writer or he was just horny as hell. Sungjong tried to ignore the sounds on the other side of the door of Myungsoo's frustrated groans, which sounded so sexual to Sungjong, as the younger continued reading.
"'Hyung~' Sungjong moaned as I placed my hands on his thighs. I could tell he needed it. He was burning hot from all the pent up sexual frustration and so was I. I would've thrust into him then and there if not for the tortured look in his eyes. To see and hear him beg was my goal now. I want him to beg me, plead me, to fuck him endlessly, mercilessly, until he was incapable of movement. But we hadn't the time for that.
'What's wrong?' I asked mockingly.
'Hyung~' he groaned. 'I'm hot. And my cock hurts...'
'Do you want me to make you feel better?' I'd smirk, ghosting my hands dangerously close to his member.
As a response, Sungjong bucked his hips to try and reach my hands. He needed the friction badly, I could tell. Instead of using my own hands to pleasure Sungjong's throbbing erection, I slid my head between his legs and licked the tip of his weeping cock. He shivered and gasped as I smirked at his reaction.
I sucked lightly at his swollen member, taking in more and more as I ran my tongue along the underside and scraped my teeth teasingly along the veins. I felt Sungjong's hand tug on my hair as he groaned. He tried to thrust his hips to bury more of his cock into my mouth, but I held him down with my hands. With my head bobbing up and down, Sungjong could only pant and moan, breathing irregularly.
'Hy-Hyung... I'm going to--'
I took his cock out of my mouth when I'd heard those words. I wasn't allowing the boy to cum until I'd had all my fun. I reached into my desk drawer producing a cock ring I didn't even knew I had and tightened it around Sungjong's growing erection, smirking as he gasped and groaned.
'Hyung~~' Sungjong whined.
I kissed his temple. 'Scream my name, Sungjong...' I growled.
'Hyung...'
I slid my hand down his thin body, halting when I'd reached his bulge, taking it roughly into my hands to play with. 'That’s not my name, Sungjong-ah...' I sang.
'Myung-Myungsoo hyung...' he moaned breathily, voice cracking as I tugged lightly at his shaft.
I chuckled. 'I love you, Sungjong...' I whispered. I didn't even bother preparing him before shoving my cock halfway up his ass, his scream resonating throughout the room.
'Fuck...' I breathed, gasping at the white hot pleasure of his tight ass.
'Oh God... Myungsoo hyung...' Sungjong moaned, rocking his hips. 'Keep going...' he demanded.
I chuckled slightly as I slid myself in slowly. However, slow wasn't what Sungjong wanted. He growled and flipped us so that he was on top. He shoved the rest of my erection up his tight hole and we both shivered.
I took Sungjong's hands that had been mangling the bed sheets into mine and kissed his soft lips. The kiss distracted him from the pain of having my dick up his ass without preparation. Sungjong leaned forward, deepening our kiss, grinding down on my cock. I hissed at the movement. I involuntarily bucked my hips up, slamming further into Sungjong. He gasped.
Sungjong suddenly remembered that he was on top and started bouncing up and down. I bucked my hips in time with his bouncing, both of us grunting in our efforts. Suddenly, Sungjong let out a loud groan and I smirked, knowing I'd hit something correctly. I bucked my hips again to find that spot, judging correctly as he shivered and moaned again.
I flipped our positions a last time, Sungjong bottoming like a good uke, as I snapped my hips forward to drive deeper into Sungjong, who moaned and panted loudly as I hit his prostrate.
'God... Myungsoo hyung!!' he screamed.
'So tight... Sungjong-ah...' I muttered through clenched teeth.
'Hyung... Ah! I have to... Mmph... Take the ring... Ah! OFF!!' Sungjong demanded.
No longer denying the boy's wishes, I slid the ring off of Sungjong's cock and placed it back into the drawer. I threw Sungjong's legs over my shoulder, allowing me to delve deeper into him. His fingernails raked down my back, knowing there'd be bright red marks.
I thrust into Sungjong a final time before we both came screaming each other's names.
'I love you...' I murmured as Sungjong and I shared a passionate kiss.
'I love you, too, Myungsoo hyung...' he'd reply. And we'd sleep together. Whatever happened next... I don't know, because in my dream, being with Sungjong was all I cared about."
Sungjong jumped as the door slammed open and he was tackled by Myungsoo. "How far did you read?" he growled, grabbing his notebook.
"Do you... Really think of me... In that way? In your dream... You said you love me. TWICE! Myungsoo hyung, both of us have agreed to not fall in love. Why would your dream produce something as contradicting in our actual lives as this?" Sungjong asked shyly. His cock was half hard from the passage he'd read, and having Myungsoo in top of him wasn't helping.
"I wrote this a long time ago..." Myungsoo said softly.
"But the date of that entry was just yesterday," Sungjong corrected.
"It's a lie!" Myungsoo shouted unexpectedly.
Sungjong was confused now... He'd never seen Myungsoo break down like this. Myungsoo... His cold faced, warm hearted hyung had never had this sort of sudden break down.
"H-Hyung..."
"Don't! .... Don't speak..." he commanded.
Sungjong and Myungsoo sat in silence. "Yah! What are you doing in our room?!" Sunggyu and Woohyun exclaimed.
Sungjong and Myungsoo gazed at them. They realized that Sungjong was still underneath Myungsoo. They quickly got off each other and dashed back to their room, apologizing to WooGyu on their way.
That night, neither Sungjong nor Myungsoo slept soundly at all. Both now had sexual frustrations pent up inside their bodies, but they were afraid of waking someone up if they went to the bathroom. So they laid in bed, hoping that the thoughts of each other writhing, panting, moaning would subside. But it only grew worse...