[One Shot] Lost in Euphoria [English ver.] {BSung}

Title: Lost in Euphoria [English ver.]

Author: Riz Aino

Pairing: BSung (BM + Woosung) (KARD + THE ROSE)

Rating: NC–17

Genres: canon, pwp, smut

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Woosung doesn't usually contact those he considers friends to have sex with them, but for some time now Matthew has been making him feel “things” that he can't control.

Warnings: explicit sexual content.

Notes: story written to complete the Seasons of Bingo 6 “casual sex” box and inspired by these two things they both said recently. (1, 2)

Author's comment: these two gentlemen are a walking time bomb and every time they can they say some wonderful pearls, so, after resisting as much as I could, in the end it was impossible to let all these stupid things they come up with pass without writing them down. I hope you like it.

 

 

Woosung looks at the latest photos Matthew has uploaded to his Instagram and can't help but take his hand to the zipper of his pants and quickly lower it, inserting it into his boxers and touching his member, excited, without feeling the slightest bit of shame for touching himself looking at the half-naked photos of a guy he considers his friend. Maybe he shouldn't do it, but Woosung has never been a person with exemplary morality and Matthew has a body of scandal, a body that he would love to touch, scratch and bite, a statuesque body on which he would like to cum and paint a stain with his semen on his marked abs’ canvas, for that reason, thinking that it’s one of the older's big hands that clings to his member and touches it, Woosung lets himself go and ends up reaching orgasm in an embarrassingly fast way. When he catches his breath a few minutes later, he takes his hand out of his boxers, stained with his semen, and licks it to clean himself, even though he knows perfectly well that what he should do is grab a washcloth to do so and change the stained boxers, what Woosung does instead is open the app's direct messages and he sends one to Matthew, one that he knows the other won't be able to reject. Woosung doesn't usually contact those he considers friends to have sex with them, but for some time now Matthew has been making him feel “things” that he can't control, and in the heat of the moment, he can't do anything but make advances, waiting for the other to accept and, if not, he can always plays the card that it was just a joke.

 

Wanna come and blow me like a saxophone?

Bro?

 

Matthew's response denotes his surprise and Woosung can almost imagine the expression the other has on his face. On many other occasions they have talked about sex, about their own experiences with different people, Matthew has told him how he likes to fuck with men and women and how he participated in a threesome one time and Woosung has told him how, sometimes, he lets go and ends up in bed with anyone who asks him... there have also been many times in which both have joked about sleeping together, not only through their sns, but also when they’ve met in person, both alone and at some random meeting between mutual friends, so Matthew most likely thinks his message is part of the unhealthy flirtation they have from time to time. The minutes go by and Woosung's fingers are burning to write that it was a joke and that he shouldn't take it into account because he's just doing what he always does, to make people laugh, but even though his fingers itch to do it, he doesn't do it and finally, after what seems like an eternity but has only been a few minutes, Matthew answers him.

 

You know what??

I’m an amazing top

I'll be at yours in like 20 mins

 

Woosung takes a deep breath and sends him the thumbs up emoji to indicate to him that it’s totally right for him to go to his house to fuck him. Just a few seconds later Matthew sees the message and his Instagram status is “offline”, which tells Woosung that he's on his way and in just a few minutes, he'll be knocking on his apartment door. Maybe he should get up from the couch, pick up all the mess in his house and change his underwear once and for all, but Woosung doesn't do any of that, he just sits there, looking at Matthew's photos again and feeling how he gets a little excited again, although he only came a few minutes ago. Matthew's naked body provokes that in him, an excessive excitement and he feels hot, very hot, so imagining that in just a few minutes he’ll have that before him, leaves him on the verge of exploding again and without being able to get up to go nothing. If it were a girl he wanted to impress, Woosung would make a point of at least tidying things up a little by picking up the dirty clothes he has lying around, but it's just Matthew, his friend Matthew, who's on his way to have sex with him and that's the only thing that really matters to him.

 

The minutes pass faster than Woosung expects and before he even realizes, his doorbell is ringing, it's only then that he realizes that it's been a little less than half an hour since Matthew told him he was going there, so, he quickly gets up from the couch, stumbling into the entrance, where he has several pairs of shoes, before he can open the door and find the oldest in front of him, cap and hood over his head, hiding his face from the crowd that must be on the streets at those hours because on weekends that area of the city is always a hive of people. Matthew gives him a small smile that Woosung can't quite decipher the meaning of, but he opens the door a little wider and steps aside so he can enter his tiny apartment, taking off his sneakers and leaving them in the mess that is his shoes at the entrance. Matthew doesn’t wait for Woosung to close the door to go directly to the living room because it’s not the first time he’s been in that place and Woosung hopes that it won’t be the last either, although everything will depend on how they solve what they are up to that day.

 

“If you really want me to blow you like a saxophone, you should come here,” he hears Matthew say from the living room and Woosung pops his head in from the entrance. “I'm supposed to meet people tonight.”

"I want you to do it," he replies, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice because the other seemed very willing to do that. “Really.”

 

A smile appears on Matthew's face and a few moments later he’s indicating him with his hand to come closer to him, something that Woosung does without giving him another thought. It doesn't make sense that, just now the oldest is there, in his house after he has accepted his proposal for sex, he should have back down and say no, but he can’t, not now that he’s so close to finally doing one of his little fantasies reality. However, while he doesn't want to miss that opportunity, he also doesn't want to ruin his friendship with Matthew, so he has to make sure of something before moving forward... and he does so the moment he stands in front of the older, his crotch just a few centimeters from the face of the other, who is waiting for him.

 

"No hard feelings or resentments," he saya, although it almost sounds like a question.

“And no feelings,” Matthew adds, nodding.

 

Woosung is completely fine with that, so he takes the last step forward, feeling Matthew's prominent nose against the small bulge that has been forming in his pants and sighs deeply, feeling a slight wave of pleasure running down his spine. A smirk appears on the older's face, before bringing one of his hands to his waist as a form of support, while he directs the other towards the button that keeps his pants closed, opening it and lowering the zipper, letting them slide. They slide down Woosung's thin legs to his knees, where they get stuck. His cock isn’t completely hard, but seeing how hungry the other looks at him, he feels it grow a little more. Matthew wastes no time in starting to touch him, for a few moments above his wet boxers, smiling again at that and not being able to stop himself from making a humorous comment about it.

 

“Were you touching yourself before I arrived?” He asks, raising one of his eyebrows. “Thinking about me and everything you wanted me to do to you?”

"I came thinking that it was your hand that touched me before I decided that I really wanted to try what it was like for you to do it," he answers, sincere and at the same time using his hoarse voice to give a sensuality to what he says that provokes something about Matthew, something that makes his eyes become even more intense when they look at him, full of fire.

“You're even filthier than I thought,” he tells him, making another shiver run down Woosung's spine. “But don't worry, it won't take long to give you what you want.”

 

This is what he adds in a low whisper that gives Woosung goosebumps before also pulling down his boxers and leaving him naked from the waist down before him. Woosung doesn't even have time to experience a little temporary embarrassment because it’s one of his friends who is before him, ready to leave him trembling with pleasure, because instantly he notices around the tip of his member, enveloping it, Matthew's lips and tongue, probing a little before beginning to give him a full-fledged blowjob. His mouth is big, deep, and it seems like he doesn't even have to force it to swallow Woosung's cock whole, his tongue working wonders when it's not her wet cavity doing it, or his lips squeezing it deliciously. It's not the first time that Matthew sucks a guy's cock, it's totally clear that he has a lot of experience in that field and he has Woosung panting and moaning slightly from minute one, without him wanting or being able to contain himself. Everything is even more incredible than he would’ve ever expected and the sensations that Matthew's mouth produces while his member enters and leaves his mouth, are enough so it doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes before he feels his orgasm is about to explode. He can't even speak, warn the older that he's going to cum embarrassingly soon again, the only thing he can do is hold on to Matthew's short hair tightly because he feels like his legs are going to give out and they're not going to hold him and moan much harder, his eyes rolling back in his head, seeing a million stars under his eyelids, at the moment when his member trembles still inside his friend's mouth and he begins to cum. Matthew is quick enough to get it off after the first wave, but he can't get away from him far enough because Woosung has a tight grip on his hair and the next waves fall onto his face and his sweatshirt, staining it. When he comes to his senses a few moments later, his member already flaccid and a little overstimulated, and he realizes what has happened, Woosung feels a surge of pride inside him for having been able to partially complete one of his fantasies, but on the outside what he does is apologize immediately.

 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he says, letting go of his hair and turning to grab a couple of tissues from the low table in front of the living room and wipe Matthew's face. “It was so fast and strong that I didn’t have enough time to warn you.”

"It's just semen, Woosung," he replies. "I'm not gonna die because you came on me." Woosung feels his member getting a little excited again with that comment, but that doesn't mean he stops cleaning Matthew, it's the least he can do. He has to grab a couple more tissues to try to remove as much as possible from his sweatshirt, which he hopes is not very fond of or very expensive because it’s quite likely to leave a stain on it. "What might kill me is not being able to fuck you until I'm completely satisfied," Matthew adds a few moments later, causing the boy to remain completely static. “I assume you have lube and condoms, or you wouldn't have talked to me.”

“I have,” Woosung answers. “Everything is in the room.”

"Then let's go to bed to be more comfortable while I fuck you silly," he replies, with a smirk on his face and slaps Woosung’s ass when he gets up.

 

Matthew doesn't even wait for Woosung to finish processing what he just told him, he knows perfectly well where his room is and goes directly to it, opening the door and entering it, turning on the light key to turn on the lamp in the room ceiling. It takes Woosung a few moments to come back to his senses, wondering why the hell he hasn't contacted Matthew about this sooner because the experience has only just begun, but it's already more incredible than his last few encounters with other people have been. Woosung hasn't felt so excited for a long time, months, since he fucked a black man with a giant cock that destroyed his ass during the America tour, since then everything has seemed insignificant to him, but even though he has never seen Matthew’s cock —and he knows that he can't be bigger than the other— has hopes and expectations because everything about the older one is big, his height, his hands... the least he can do is have a good cock too. The boy can't help the smile that appears on his face just imagining it and then he simply kicks his pants and boxers off a couple of times and walks naked from the waist down to his room, finding that Matthew has taken off somo of his clothes, the stained sweatshirt, and underneath it he only wears a tank top that sticks to his muscular body like a second skin and shows his arms, those biceps that are almost bigger than his head. Woosung knows that he could keep standing for hours looking at his arms and his pecs and the shape of his abs that are visible under the fabric, but he also knows that if he does it he will look like a fucking pervert, even more so, and he would simply prefer that he another fucks him silly, so he looks away before it’s evident that he’s passionate about what he sees to go to the table beside the bed and take out of the first drawer a pair of condoms and the bottle of lubricant that doesn't have much left, leaving everything on the bed.

 

“Be good and get on your knees for me, Woosung,” Matthew tells him at that moment, sending a new electric wave through his body.

 

He doesn't have to tell him twice for Woosung to obey. He's already naked from the waist down, so the only thing he really has to do is get on the bed that hasn't been made since he doesn't know when and position himself the way he told him to, kneeling on the mattress and with his ass raised, so that he can have better access to his rectum and thus prepare it well to put his cock deep inside. Woosung has his back to the door and Matthew, so when he feels the mattress sink a moment later he doesn't expect it and almost loses his balance, but he leans hard on his hands to keep from falling. Behind him he hears the older's light laugh, but he decides to ignore it because the more he talks, the longer it will take him to fuck him, so he simply spreads his legs a little when he hears Matthew open the bottle of lubricant and waits to notice the cold, viscous liquid in his butt any moment, just a few moments later, Matthew's fingers begin to touch his anus, circling it on the outside first, groping, and then inserting one of them. The first finger leaves Woosung breathless because his fingers, like his hands, are big, so it's more than he's used to having first inside his body. However, Matthew seems patient and, above all, experienced in using his limbs and what they do to people, because just a few moments later, the initial slight discomfort turns into pleasure and Woosung is moaning lightly and squeezing, hands in fists, holding on to the sheets.

 

“You like this, right?” Matthew whispers, his voice taken by desire.

"Yes..." Woosung gasps, unable to say another word.

 

More lubricant and a second finger follows the first, penetrating him at different angles each time they enter his body again and again, testing, searching with each incursion for the place where his prostate is located. It doesn't take long for him to find it and make Woosung close his eyes and see stars again behind his eyelids from the damn pleasure he’s experiencing. Matthew's fingers are working miracles on him, opening his rectum so that he can then insert in him much more easily, but also seeking to give him all the pleasure possible in the process, making his member get hard again little by little without him even touch, chills and electric waves running through his entire body every so often, causing the sensitive skin on all over him have goosebumps. When he takes out the two fingers and pours even more lubricant to insert a third finger, Woosung's arms end up giving out and he ends up with his head on the pillow moaning against it because the sensation they cause is perhaps too much for him and they reach so far. They rub so far and so accurately against his prostate that he’s sure that the fire that is beginning to build up in his lower abdomen is going to end in a new embarrassing quick cumshot simply because he’s stimulating his prostate with his fingers. Woosung doesn't want to beat himself up because of the doubts he's had all that time in which, even though he's wanted a thousand and one times to propose sex to Matthew, he hasn't done it in favor of his friendship. He had to have fucked up his friendship or whatever they had before if he could have what he's having now.

 

“I think you're done,” Matthew comments at that moment, removing his fingers from his butt and leaving an infinite void in it that Woosung wants to be filled as soon as possible. “Do you have any toys here so the work I have done doesn't go to waste?” He asks. “I want you to suck my cock for a while before I put it deep in you.”

"That... you don't even have to ask..." Woosung gasps in response. “In the same drawer where I took out the lube and condoms I have a couple of things.”

 

Woosung notices how Matthew gets off the bed and then walks to the table next to his head, opening the drawer where he has all his sexual shit and taking out a standard-sized black dildo that he hasn't used in a while because they’ve only been back in Korea from tour for a week. The oldest goes back to bed and immediately afterwards pours a little lubricant on the dildo before inserting it all the way into his ass, only leaving the suction cup part out. Woosung is left breathless for a few seconds from the pleasure and it takes him a few moments to feel enough strength in his arms and legs to get up again and start moving around the bed. The dildo inside him is flexible and adapts decently to his movements, but it's still uncomfortable to move with it there, so his movements are slow, almost sloth-like, before he can face Matthew and see his cock in front of him, in all its splendor. Woosung licks his lips because yes, it's not as big as that guy's, but it is bigger than the average cock he's gotten used to having in South Korea and he's passionate about that in a way that he doesn't even know how to explain. He doesn't have any events coming up and they don't have any recordings to do for a few weeks, so he can afford to take it as deep as he can and repay Matthew for the favor from before.

 

"I have some tmi I think you're gonna love," he says, bringing his mouth closer to Matthew’s cock, but without stopping looking into his eyes. “I don't have gag reflex so... if you wanna be a little rough with me, you can do it.”

 

Something seems to light up in Matthew's eyes and Woosung feels satisfied for having caused that, so he gives him a smirk before grabbing his member with his hands and directing it towards his mouth. The first time after going some time without giving a blowjob, it usually takes a little while for the muscles of his face and jaw to collaborate the way he wants, but once they do, he goes from just inserting the tip of the cock to slowly insert it into his mouth, licking its entire length as it enters until he finally feels it rub against the back of his throat. Woosung repeats the process several more times until he feels completely comfortable with Matthew's size and fits his mouth perfectly, so he begins to make flourishes with his tongue and his mouth that draw deep moans from the other's mouth, each time higher and higher. Woosung knows what he's doing and, what's more, he likes it, so he doesn't spare Matthew's attention until he finally takes it out of his mouth after a couple of strong thrusts, in which he even moved his hips to reach the deepest part of his throat.

 

Matthew doesn't say anything at that moment, he doesn't even warn him what he's going to do, but quickly and forcefully, he grabs him and throws him on the bed, on his back, and then turns him around and places him with his face on the pillow and the ass raised towards him. Woosung feels a little confused by the abruptness of the gesture, but when he hears the plastic of the condom being torn, he understands that Matthew can't take it anymore and needs to cum as soon as possible. Only a few seconds pass between that sound and Matthew suddenly removing the dildo that had been inside his butt for a while to insert his large member in his place. Woosung is left breathless by the force with which he enters him and the way in which the following thrusts are completely crazy, but the pleasure he feels with them because Matthew is accurately hitting his prostate again and again is enough to having him trembling with pleasure and moaning again and again, without rest, in the same way that the older penetrates him. Woosung grabs the sheets with one hand, but takes the other to his member and touches himself because he needs to cum for the third time that night, he needs to do it while the other thrusts into him again and again, with his hands buried in his bony hips, squeezing so hard that he knows he's going to get a mark, but he doesn't care in the slightest. Matthew doesn't seem to care about anything other than his own orgasm and pleasure either, because he moves madly, the noise their hips crashing into each other make filling the room, while his member moves in and out of him as if that were the only thing he can do.

 

And they can't stand much more, neither the accelerated pace, nor the desire to burst into maximum pleasure. Matthew's hips suddenly go still as a low moan leaves his lips and then he moves erratically inside of him again, as he cums on the condom, still inside of him. Woosung doesn't need much more for his member to stain his sheets this time and Matthew's thrusts against his prostate make his entire body tremble and he can't hold his hips anymore, falling weightlessly on the bed and feeling the viscosity of his own cum against his stomach as Matthew finally finishes in him a few moments later and leaves his body, leaving him with an empty feeling that Woosung hates with all his might. However, he can't say anything, he can't even speak to protest because he needs a lot more of that... no, the only thing he can do is lift his face from the pillow, turning it to the side, to try to catch air and breathe normal again, his mind much more clouded with pleasure than it has been in some time. It was a good fuck, a great good fuck. One that Woosung wouldn't mind repeating a thousand more times, without any ties... and it seems that Matthew thinks the same as him, or at least that's what his words denote.

 

“Not gonna go with my friends tonight,” he says, his deep voice breaking the silence of the room. “I wanna keep fucking you until we are dry or sleepy, whichever comes first.”

 

And Woosung nods because, what else can he do? Tomorrow muscles in his body may hurt that he would never have known existed otherwise and he may not be able to walk because his ass is open, but in the euphoria of the moment he wants nothing more than for Matthew to continue fucking him all night without a break.