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In the middle of the night, the distant hum of passing cars blends with the sounds of the city. You’re starting to get aggravated by the whiny and needy boy beside you.

“Can you please…” Heeseung pokes your shoulder. He’s acting like a total child while you mindlessly scroll through your phone, not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. He just keeps on tugging on your shoulder.

“Heeseung, I’m busy right now. Can’t you see?” You huff. You kind of regret what you said, but the words are already out. He lets go of your sleeve as his face drops to a slight frown.

“I… okay,” he mumbles. You suddenly feel guilty, but he was annoying the hell out of you. The room suddenly tenses into a quiet atmosphere, filled with shame and tension between the two of you. How vulnerable is heeseung, really? He’s always the one who has to be sulking and self-conscious when his lover says something that’s slightly off, even if they’re not intentional.

“Hee, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” You scoot closer to him and grab the side of his waist when he slightly shudders at the touch.

“I’ll do what you want. Tell me, speak your words.” He doesn’t look at you or say a word. As if he doesn’t dare to respond. You realize that it’s him silently hurting deeply inside. Your hand lets go of him to at least give him space.

“I’m really sorry for what I said, baby. I’ll make it up to you.” Heeseung immediately feels the absence of your hand that’s been touching him. No, he doesn’t want you to let go, in fact, he craves skin to skin contact.

“Finally giving in? Do you wanna tell me what you want?” He bites his bottom lip nervously. His fingers tighten around your arm, speaking the words he can’t bring himself to say. Maybe he’s still trying to find the right thing to say, something that won’t come off as needy.

“I really missed you. I need a release. I can’t do it without you, please…”

Such a whiny man. Heeseung’s pouty lips tremble as the words escape his cute little mouth. You take the chance to cup his jaw and place a soft kiss on his lip. He feels his heart pound faster as he pushes himself onto you, needy for your lips.

"More, please,” he gasps. He tries to dominate the kiss even though he’s the one whimpering the most. He starts embracing you to find some sort of warmth around your body. Your fingers curl at the back of his hair as he gasps. His sensitivity is at a high level right now.

“Mhm, I’ll give you more,” you say softly, rubbing his cheek while he’s all flustered and hot. Your thumb feels the heat radiating on his skin that could be mistaken for a fever. You close the gap between your lips again before he could even say anything.

He feels your hand moving between his thighs and makes a small noise he couldn’t hold back. His cock is already hard against his jeans, not surprising since you’re giving him the best kissing session right now.

“Mfh—“ Heeseung feels embarrassed to open his mouth, kind of cute of him, honestly.

You unzip his jeans and pull them down. Then breaking the kiss to turn him around, his back pressing against your body. You run your finger around his nipple and then slowly pinch it.

“Mh, don’t— don’t…” he whines.

You can’t help but find it so adorable. The way he just complains at everything you do to him with no apparent reason, even if it was what he wanted. Your lips trail his neck and place small kisses around it. Worse, his cock is trembling and needy while you keep ignoring it. Just kissing his neck and leaving wet trails against it. All heeseung can do is whimper at your mercy.

“Pl..please,” his lips tremble, “I wanna cum.”

His words are obvious already, desperate for a release from you. You finally give his cock a good stroke, and his sensitive body squirms at the touch. Then you firmly press your thumb on the tip of his cock, making him gasp softly.

“Why are you so sensitive, my baby? It’s adorable.” Your hands wrapping around his warm cock makes his legs tremble slightly. He starts to breathe heavily as your hands pump up and down his length until he can’t hold back his noises anymore. Small whimpers come out of his mouth as you stroke him at that normal pace.

“That feels so good…” he whispers, but it was audible. His hair falls down while he’s becoming more flustered at the sensation of your hand.

“It does. Doesn’t it, baby?” Heeseung nods. You start moving your hand faster and wrapping it tighter on him. It chokes a moan out of him, even his whimpers are getting higher pitched. He’s seriously overwhelmed and feels his body getting weaker.

"Ah— yes... please..." His cock pulses against your palm and leaks pre-cum as you pump it faster. The filthy, slick, wet noises of your hand going up and down on him fill the room. You don't stop and squeeze his cock tightly, making him moan louder as he didn't expect it. His tip leaks out more. He can't help it when he's so needy for you.

“Mm, fuckfuck... can I please cum?” You even feel yourself throb at the way he asked for permission in a whiny tone.

“Yes, you can. Didn’t have to ask.” Your breathing stops for a second, continuing to stroke him faster and play with his leaking tip. He didn’t even care to hold back his moans anymore. They’re either too loud or soft gasps, but mostly he’s whiny and rambling too much.

“‘M gonna cum... I’m cumming—“ His legs start to shake when he’s about to release. He closes his eyes shut as his cum shoots out in spurts on the bedsheets.

You kiss the side of his cheek while sweat is dripping from his forehead. He's still gasping and moaning from that good release he just had, all worn out and flustered.

“I love you, my sweet baby.” You hug him from the back.

He’s still whining. His words are coming out inaudible.