Gunwook had always been a light sleeper, his body attuned to the subtle shifts in his surroundings. So, when he heard the faint sound of rustling sheets, his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light that painted the dorm room. He took in the sprawled figure in front of him, the way the shadows danced over the curves of an almost naked body that was both new and intimately familiar. It was Matthew, lost in the depths of a dream, his breaths deep and even, the picture of unguarded tranquility.
Gunwook felt his chest tighten with something akin to reverence. He had dreamed of this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now, here it was, laid out before him like a feast. Matthew was vulnerable and open, his body a canvas yearning to be explored. His skin was a soft, moonlit pale, contrasting his dark tattoos, with a fine dusting of dark hair trailing down his abs to the waistband of his boxers. His handsome face was relaxed, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of his pouty lips. The desire to touch washed over him, a need so potent he could almost taste it. He reached out, his fingertips brushing through the nape of Matthew's hair, feeling the soft strands slide through his grasp like silk.
The boy shifted, his eyes fluttering but not quite opening. He murmured something indistinct, his body arching into the soft touch. It was all the invitation Gunwook needed. With the grace of a man who had done this a thousand times before, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Matthew's shoulder, his teeth grazing the tattooed skin lightly. He watched as Matthew's body responded, the muscles tensing before relaxing again into sleep.
Gunwook's eyes traveled down with his hands, taking in the lines of Matthew's back, the dip of his waist, the swell of his ass; tracing the contours with a touch so light it was almost non-existent. The sight was too tempting, and with a quiet growl of need, Gunwook leaned in closer, his cock now fully erect and pressing into the fabric of his sweatpants.
Gunwook leaned in, his breath hot against Matthew’s ear as he whispered sweet nothings, the words lost to the silence of the room. He slid his hand down further, his fingers finding the hem of the elder’s boxers. He tugged them down with care, exposing the plump curve of his ass and the promise of what lay on the boy’s front.
Gunwook took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, his own arousal growing. He slid his hand down the front of Mathew’s torso, feeling the warmth and the rise and fall of each breath. His thumb grazed the pink tip of the boy’s cock, causing it to twitch slightly. The younger smirked to himself, knowing the effect he had, even in sleep.
Gunwook felt a thrill of power, knowing that he could elicit this reaction from the sleeping man without a proper word or a touch.
Slowly, so as not to wake him, Gunwook pushed the tip of his finger into Matthew’s opening. The ring of muscle resisted for a moment, then gave way with a soft sigh. Matthew’s body jerked slightly, but the sleeping man didn't stir.
With a gentle nudge, Matthew's legs parted slightly, offering Gunwook a glimpse of his glistening hole. The sight was like a siren's call, and Gunwook didn't hesitate to answer. His thumb brushed over Matthew's slick hole, sliding two of his long fingers into the warmth of the boy’s entrance. Each digit that entered brought forth a whimper, a sound that sent shockwaves through Gunwook's body, making his cock throb even more.
Gunwook felt the heat of his arousal, the tightness of the unconscious man's body, and he pushed in deeper. His two fingers slid in easily, lubricated by the precum that had gathered in the slit of Matthew’s cock. He pumped in a third, following in a steady rhythm, his own cock now throbbing in time with the beating of his heart.
With his free hand, Gunwook pulled down the front of his sweatpants, reached in and freed himself, his cock springing forth eagerly. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on the sight of his fingers disappearing into the other’s ass.
The air was thick with lust as he added a fourth finger, stretching him open with a gentle, insistent pressure. Matthew’s breathing hitched, but his eyes remained closed. Gunwook leaned down to kiss his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. He could feel the sleeping man's pulse quicken under his lips, the throb of desire matching his own.
Matthew’s cock grew with each curl of a finger, reaching its full length. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, glistening in the moonlight. Gunwook’s own cock was now fully erect, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
With a deep sigh, he pushed aside the last of his hesitation and positioned himself between Matthew's legs, his own cock pulsing with need. He took his time, teasing Matthew's hole with the tip, watching the way his body reacted with every touch. He didn't know if Matthew was dreaming of him or someone else, but he intended to make sure that when he woke, it would be to Gunwook inside him.
He pushed in, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as Matthew's tightness enveloped him, and immediately the smaller man's hips jerked back into him, a soft moan escaping his lips. Gunwook stilled, afraid to wake him before the real fun starts. He pushed in further, feeling the tightness give way to him. It was a slow, delicious slide, inch by inch, filling Matthew with his length. The sleeping man's body was pliant, accepting him without protest.
His hips rocked in a lazy rhythm, his long, thick cock sliding in and out of Matthew's gaping hole, the wetness echoing in the quiet of the room. Matthew's ass, unconsciously pushing back into the younger’s thrusts, his body begging for more, and Gunwook was more than happy to give it to him. He watched the younger man's muscles tense and relax with each stroke, his own pleasure building with every inch of penetration.
Matthew's ass was a perfect fit for him, tight and welcoming, taking all of Gunwook's length with an ease that made him want to whine. He watched as the sleeping man's cock grew even harder, bobbing with each movement, slick dripping out of the pretty pink tip. He could feel the warmth of Matthew’s insides, the tight embrace that was driving him closer to the edge.
The room was filled with the sounds of lovemaking, the slap of skin, the wet noises of Gunwook's dick filling Matthew, the deep groans that escaped the younger man's throat. And even when the dorm grew louder, with the threat of Matthew’s awakening, he didn't stop.
Gunwook's thrusts grew deeper, more demanding, his desire for Matthew overwhelming any sense of decorum or self-preservation. He watched as Matthew's unconscious body responded to him, his abs tightening with every push, his cock leaking more ans more pre-cum onto his stomach. He knew that his lover was close, he could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles clenched around Gunwook's cock.
With a high-pitched whine, Matthew awoke.
His eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, glinted with a yearning that seemed to pour from him like a slow, deliberate pulse. They roamed, tracing every detail, a silent invitation wrapped in unspoken desire. The curve of his lips hinted at something deeper, a hunger restrained just enough to be teasing, but unmistakably smoldering beneath the surface. His gaze lingered, searing and intense, as if he was reaching out with his eyes alone, drawing the connection closer, asking wordlessly for more.
For a heart-stopping moment, Gunwook froze, but instead of anger or fear, he saw something else in Matthew's eyes. It was a look of pure need, a silent plea that went straight to his core. He began to move again, his thrusts growing deeper but more urgent, the anticipation of their shared release almost too much to handle. Matthew's eyes rolled back, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he came, painting his stomach and the soft sheets with ropes of cum.
Gunwook followed, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside Matthew, the feeling of the elder’s body clenching around him sending him over the edge, his own cock pulsing inside as he emptied himself completely. They lay there, panting, their bodies sticky and entwined, the silence of the room the only witness to their transgressions.
When Matthew finally came back to himself, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes wide and shocked. But instead of pulling away, he reached up, his hand finding Gunwook's face, and pulled him into a deep, searching kiss. "Hyung’s not mad?" Gunwook murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Matthew's eyes searched his, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Mad? No," he breathed. "This was…fuck."
