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They will be shooting a Dom/Sub scene today. Seungcheol had announced it two days ago, and the studio has been buzzing with excitement at the news. Apparently Dom/Sub scenes are the most sought-after throughout the company’s history. The number of viewers attracted by a single Dom/Sub scene is equal to the total number of viewers accumulated by three to five usual scenes. The company is one of the best in the industry, and with the company enjoying its rise to the golden age, Seungcheol has been making sure that the next Dom/Sub scene will live up to their name. It’s understandable that every scene has to be prepared thoroughly, more so with a Dom/Sub scene, but for some reason Seungcheol had scheduled the scene to be shot three days after the announcement, saying that he still needs to bring some extra ‘spice’ to the scene. He had given all the details to the production team, such as the cast and how they will do it. After discussing the ideas and casting one of the company’s stars, Jimin, in the scene, Seungcheol was gone, leaving the rest of the preparation to his assistant, and didn’t come back until yesterday evening. Jeongguk had been called to Seungcheol’s office right after the latter arrived. The young boy was nervous that he had done something wrong, only to be told to be present in the studio during the Dom/Sub scene’s shooting. When Jeongguk overcame his initial shock and excitedly expressed his gratitude by showering Seungcheol with kisses, Seungcheol had grinned fondly and said that Jeongguk is now 20 and has the right to be allowed inside the studio. Jeongguk, although still a virgin up until now, has always been Seungcheol’s favorite, and that Seungcheol has prepared something special for the boy’s first time in the studio. So now here Jeongguk is, sitting on the couch at the corner of the studio, his stomach flipping with excitement. If only Seungcheol was here, Jeongguk would shower him with thousands of thanks again, but he already did that yesterday when the older man said that Jeongguk will be allowed to see the shooting of a scene. Since he first joined and trained in Seungcheol’s company, Jeongguk has only been able to see the finished products. Now he will get to see how exactly a scene is made and he couldn’t be more excited. Jimin always says that there is a huge difference between watching the videos and actually being there. Dubbed the ‘kitchen of sin’ by everyone in the company, the studio is where the magic happens. It’s where the art is produced before being polished to perfection to be presented to the world. Most people call the finished products ‘porn videos’ (and in some ways those people are right), but for Jeongguk, those ‘porn videos’ are more than that. He thinks about all the effort the company has put in every single one of the videos, how they always make sure that everything is flawless in order to create an art that is sure to make every sensible human being feel that kind of heat in a certain area on their body. Jeongguk smiles (with the same smile that has been present on his face since he entered the room half an hour ago), mentally praising everyone around him as his wide, doe-like eyes follow every movement as the crewmen walk around the dark studio in hurried steps. Jeongguk’s train of thoughts are halted when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up and finds Seungcheol giving him his signature wide smile. “Seungcheol-hyung!” Jeongguk stands up and wraps the older man in a hug. Seungcheol is stunned for a fraction of second before returning the hug back with a fond smile. “Alright, alright, you’re welcome, Gukie,” he gives an airy chuckle before sitting down and gently pulls the younger down to sit back down as well. After a little while of silence with both of them sitting there observing all the activities around them, Jeongguk is practically bouncing in his seat, and Seungcheol lets out a laugh. “Excited, are we?” he asks between chuckles. Jeongguk nods furiously, his grin getting wider. “Patience. Jimin is still getting prepped there,” Seungcheol says, pointing at Jimin who is now currently sitting at the corner of the room. Jeongguk follows Seungcheol’s finger and sees a woman applying final touches to Jimin’s make-up. Jimin blinks repeatedly after the woman is finished with Jimin’s silver eyeshadow before looking around and catching Jeongguk’s eyes. Jimin immediately smiles widely, and Jeongguk returns the gesture with an equally-wide grin along with two thumbs-up. “You remember when I said I will bring something to spice this up?” Seungcheol’s voice suddenly reaches Jeongguk’s ears. The younger boy looks at him, humming a response. “Well, the spice will be here in ten minutes,” Seungcheol glances at Jeongguk, a smirk blooming on his face. “and he had asked for the camera to be already rolling when he comes through that door.” Jeongguk cocks his head in confusion. He? Seungcheol throws a knowing smile towards him before standing up and shouting orders. Everyone quickly shuffles about, already knowing where to stand and place themselves. Seungcheol talks for a bit with the cameramen, giving additional instructions and making sure they get it. After he is sure the production team is set, Seungcheol makes a beeline towards Jimin. He guides the actor to stand up and walk to the bed in the center of the set, all the while telling Jimin this and that and every detail of what the actor will need to remember. Jeongguk watches as Jimin repeatedly nods and giving Seungcheol two thumbs-up. Seungcheol kisses Jimin’s cheek and throws the actor an encouraging smile before he returns to his seat beside Jeongguk. “So,” Seungcheol says before clearing his throat. He looks at the Rolex around his wrist. “Seven minutes.” Jeongguk only nods, unsure how to react. He looks at the stage and his heart slightly jumps when he sees a crew member undressing Jimin completely and wrapping a piece of black cloth around Jimin’s eyes. “Dom/Sub scene, remember?” Seungcheol leans and whispers in his ear. Jeongguk gulps and nods, a weird feeling of excitement pooling in his lower stomach. He keeps his eyes on the stage as the member puts Jimin’s hands over his head and chains them to the bedpost. Jeongguk suppresses a shudder. He bites his lower lip as a cameraman walks up the stage and starts recording Jimin’s naked figure on the bed. He has never seen a Dom/Sub scene before, yet he knows the gist and, judging from the set-up, it is obvious that Jimin is the Sub in this scene. His stomach flips a bit at the mere thought of being in Jimin’s place, which brings the question– “Where is the Dom?” he whispers to Seungcheol, who only smirks in return as the cameras begin to roll and the lights slowly go out, leaving only enough light for the focal point of the scene: the figure of Jimin, naked and restrained, slightly writhing on the bed. Jeongguk stills, and he feels a weird tension settles in the room, as if everyone is waiting for something—or someone. He glances at Seungcheol and, through the dim lighting, watches as the older man looks at his watch again before his lips mouth a silent, drawled ‘one second’. As if on cue, the door of the studio opens and a set of heavy footsteps echo through the quiet, now-dark room. Not a single head is turned towards the source, and Jeongguk doesn’t want to burst the bubble, so he waits until the intruder of the silence reveals themselves. It is the voice that first sends a big jolt of electricity all over Jeongguk’s body. The voice is undoubtedly dark, deep and sinful, rich with pleasant rumble and laced with a slight nasal lisp as the tongue rolls out… “So.” …a simple, one-syllable word, spoken in a husky drawl to make an emphasis, yet it is certainly powerful enough—sensual enough—to make Jeongguk’s lower stomach heats up along with his now suddenly-twitching cock. “A little birdie told me that my baby is waiting for me.” Jeongguk sees Jimin shudders, his body beginning to writhe and his glistening lips parting in a silent gasp. Jimin’s dick is half-hard now, and Jeongguk marvels at how the mere voice of this person can cause such degree of arousal—if his own twitching dick is another proof. A cold breeze tickles Jeongguk’s side, and a silhouette of a man walks past him and towards the stage. Jeongguk’s gaze is instantly drawn to the figure, who is walking real slow, clearly enjoying the view of the restrained figure on the bed. Some of the light falls on the man, revealing inch by inch of his features. “Look at you, Jiminie baby,” the man coos.
Slim figure, at just the right height. Messy, silky, jet-black hair, must be soft to the touch.
“Naked.”
Pale, flawless skin. Strong, beautiful hands, with long fingers.
“Tied up.”
Black velvet suit, with white shirt underneath. Oh, the two first buttons are off. Chest, collarbones, an inviting dip at the bottom of the neck.
“Helpless.” Plump, very, very kissable lips, with a hint of a natural pout. A pink tongue darting out, dripping with sin. “And getting hard just from Daddy’s voice.” A deep chuckle reverberates throughout the room. Jimin lets out a loud moan when the newcomer suddenly grabs Jimin’s dick, now fully hard. Jeongguk shudders and feels his own dick strains against his jeans. He gulps when he sees the man teasingly rakes his fingers all over Jimin’s body, sending the Sub to arch to the touch. Dark strands of hair cover the man’s eyes, obscuring his whole face from view. Jimin whimpers and whines pitifully as the man starts to pepper wet, bruising kisses on his neck and all the way down to his hipbones, leaving marks here and there. The man then withdraws, flipping his hair out of his eyes in one graceful motion, and that’s when Jeongguk sees the rest of his face, that’s when Jeongguk sees–
Two identical orbs of obsidian, swirling with lust and shining with clouds of starlight. Abyss-like, never-ending twin oceans of black. Sinful, inviting, drowning…
The man dives again to Jimin’s body, but not before sending a glance through the dark room, and for a split second, his eyes—those beautiful, dark eyes—meet Jeongguk’s blown, doe-like ones. The man’s wet lips curl into a smirk so devilish that waves of sharp, electrifying arousal instantly shoot through Jeongguk’s body and pool heavily between his legs.
So this is the Dominant.
And that is how it is, that Jeongguk suddenly finds himself sitting there with his mouth slightly parted, completely transfixed as a mixture of dirty moans and filthy words filled the dark studio. His doe-like eyes are blown wide, their gaze solely on the focal point of all the cameras in the room: two individuals engaged in the most heated pre-sex ritual Jeongguk has ever seen. Foreplay has always been interesting, sure, and yet with this particular dark-eyed man as the Dom, Jeongguk vaguely wonders how it is exactly that Jimin, with his eyes blindfolded and his hands chained above his head and his cock rock-hard with arousal, can withstand the assault of teases the dark-eyed Dom is sending to his body. Even from this distance, judging from the way Jimin moans and writhes and trashes around on the bed with three of the Dom’s fingers deep in his ass, Jeongguk is convinced that Jimin is reaching his limit. “Daddy, oh my God – ah!” Jimin lets out a high-pitched moan as the Dom shifts his fingers inside of him and brushes a certain spot. Jimin’s moan is met with a chuckle, a pleasant deep rumble that sends electrical current throughout Jeongguk’s entire body. “Are you close, baby? You want to come?” the Dom’s voice is teasing, and Jimin struggles not to buck his hips when the man curls his fingers, deliberately pressing against Jimin’s prostate. “D-Daddy, please – ah, want your cock – ah, please –” Jimin’s stutters are silenced with a velvety “Words, baby. I don’t speak moans.” Jimin silences himself and lets out a choked sob. “Please give your cock to me, Daddy. I’ve been a good boy for you, please, Daddy, please…” The Dom chuckles darkly before pulling his fingers out, the digits wet and glistening with lube. Jimin whines at the loss. “See? That’s not so hard,” he says, deep voice reverberating through the room. Jeongguk swallows heavily as the Dom moves so that he is on all fours above Jimin, who is now whining and writhing underneath the Dom’s still-clothed body. Jeongguk’s eyes follow the Dom’s pale hands as they guide his throbbing cock, lining the head to Jimin’s twitching hole. The Dom presses the tip of his cock just a little, and it takes all of Jimin’s willpower not to grind his hips down. “Daddy–” Jimin whines, and the Dom silences him with a hungry kiss, hot enough for Jimin to wildly tug at his bonds and stutteringly buck his hips. The Dom snakes his left hand around Jimin’s hips, fingers pressing against the skin with one rough grip, and Jeongguk finds his whole body involuntarily jerk in his seat when the Dom completely buries his cock into Jimin in one sudden thrust. The room is instantly filled with Jimin’s wails and high-pitched moans as the Dom snaps his hips forward ruthlessly, unsheathing his cock almost completely before slamming back into Jimin repeatedly, his hands gripping Jimin’s hips in one bruising hold. Jimin is openly crying by now, and the Dom reaps more advantage from Jimin’s sensitive body by running his mouth and tongue all over the Sub’s upper torso; kissing, licking, sucking, biting, marking, and – oh, Jeongguk shifts in his seat, trying to relieve the strain in his now-hard cock. His blood rushes further south whenever the Dom slams into Jimin, and he can almost feel the way Seungcheol shudders beside him, along with all the people in the studio, who without doubt are sporting the same certain heat down there. “Such a good boy. You’re so good for Daddy, Jiminie baby,” the Dom says between grunts and heavy breaths. The words are aimed towards Jimin, who is currently impaled with the man’s cock, yet for some reason, in Jeongguk’s head, he wonders how it will sound like if Jimin’s name is replaced with his. “D-Daddy, Daddy, let me come – ah! Please, Daddy…” Jimin cries, his body writhing and tensing uncontrollably. “Alright now, baby boy,” the Dom chuckles, then lowers his mouth to Jimin’s ear. He licks the earlobe and says in a low, deep voice: “Come for Daddy.” Jeongguk almost chokes, and he swears he can hear both Seungcheol’s quiet curse and the collective hitches in the production team’s breaths. All eyes are glued to the stage as Jimin’s cock spurts hard after hearing the permission, painting both their stomachs with white, staining the Dom’s suit. Jimin convulses violently under the Dom as he unloads, the word ‘daddy’ rolling off his bruised lips multiple times. “Fuck, baby,” the Dom grits his teeth as Jimin’s hole clenches around his cock. He holds himself in place and spits out a string of curses as he comes inside Jimin, before pulling himself out and lets the rest land across the skin of Jimin’s flushed ass… …and Jeongguk keeps holding a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding. He continues to stare, wide-eyed, as the Dom lays on top of Jimin, both of them still riding their orgasms together. The silence is palpable in the studio, with the attention still on the two individuals on the stage. Somehow, Jeongguk gets the feeling that everyone in the studio is thinking the exact same thing; that the show currently running is so unlike a show, given how natural it is, how arousing, how – “You really are something else, Jiminie baby, always so good for Daddy,” the Dom says, ending his words with a satisfied grin. “I will be anything you want, Daddy,” Jimin responds weakly, his breathing still heavy and his entire body limp. The hungry look in the Dom’s eyes softens, replaced by a look of adoration. “Sure you do, baby. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” Jimin manages a weak, gentle smile. “Only for you, Daddy.” The Dom reaches to untie the blindfold. He removes the black cloth and throws them mindlessly to his side. Jimin blinks at the Dom, his eyes wide and glistening with tears. Licking his lips, the Dom stares at Jimin, his gaze settling on the Sub’s plump, red lips. “For me,” he whispers darkly, his voice dripping with a residue of lust and obsession. “For Daddy.” The Dom dives down to kiss Jimin, this time gentle and loving and– Jeongguk can barely hear when the director yells ‘cut’ over the sound of his pulse racing and his blood thundering in his ears. Even when everyone in the room shuffles about to wrap up the shooting process, Jeongguk sits still, his dick undoubtedly raging red inside his jeans. Jeongguk blinks, slowly taking his surroundings. Seungcheol has gone from his side and is now walking towards the stage. Jimin is already sitting up on the bed, still dazed from the sex, his body wrapped in a fluffy, pastel-colored robe. The cameramen are all talking with each other, the noise drumming on Jeongguk’s hazy mind. Jeongguk glances around, silently amused when he sees that almost all males in the room are sporting a visible tent on their crotch. At least, he’s not alone in this suffering, which is caused by a certain dark-haired man – wait, where is he? “You look perplexed.” Jeongguk looks up and his heart begins to hammer. The Dom is now in front of him, with a glass of martini in one hand and a smirk on his face. Up-close, the man’s intimidating yet alluring aura is somehow more palpable, heightened. It doesn’t help when the man’s hair is disheveled, with his expensive suit sporting a few creases. His skin is flushed, with traces of sweat glistening on slightly-heaving chest. Jeongguk swallows. Jeongguk must be staring for a good three seconds, for the man chuckles with amusement at the way the young boy’s eyes are blown wide. The man’s smirk softens into a smile. “Did you enjoy the show?” he asks. His eyes, which were so dark and lustful just minutes ago, are now gentle and searching. “I-I did, Sir. It was very, ahem, moving.”
Smooth, Jeongguk. Real suave.
Jeongguk is not at all prepared when the man suddenly laughs. His laugh is surprisingly pure and endearing, not at all like his sexy smirks and devilish chuckles. Jeongguk looks up. Jeongguk looks up and his heart jumps to his throat when he sees the way the man’s mouth curl into a wide grin, gums and all, showing rows of pearly-white teeth. “Really?” the man grins. “Moving, huh? Does it also move something upward?” Jeongguk’s face immediately heats up. He stammers over some incoherent words, and the man just laughs. After his laughs die down, the man’s eyes settle on Jeongguk, his gaze searching and examining. The man is an inch shorter than Jeongguk, yet Jeongguk feels so small under his scrutiny. “Are you one of the actors here?” the man asks. Jeongguk only nods, biting his lower and lip and refusing to meet the man’s eyes. “Ah,” the man drawls. “Seungcheol never told me about keeping a bunny.” Jeongguk looks up. “A-a what?” “A bunny,” the man repeats, his smile widening at the sight of Jeongguk’s blush. Jeongguk can’t stand even another second under the man’s intense gaze. He slowly looks down at his feet. “I’m not a b-bunny.” “Oh, but you are,” the man quickly says, his eyes twinkling. “A really cute bunny, with wide, expressive eyes.” Well, Jeongguk didn’t expect that. He carefully looks up and catches the exact moment when the man’s gentle eyes suddenly narrow with something predatory. A pink tongue darts out of the man’s mouth, swiping to the right corner of his mouth before wetting his bottom lip. The man smirks, his boyish features highlighted in such an intimidatingly gorgeous way that Jeongguk can’t help but stare. It isn’t until the man winks at him suggestively that Jeongguk feels a ball of fire explodes in his face, its heat burning to the tips of his ears. The man downs the rest of his drink, his eyes never leaving Jeongguk. “I’ll see you around, bunny.” And with that, the man turns around gracefully and walks away, out of the door, leaving Jeongguk with a deep blush on his face and a fast hammering in his chest. “You might want to take care of that, Gukie.” Seungcheol’s amused voice makes Jeongguk jump. He looks at the older man. Seungcheol smirks and nods towards the visible tent on Jeongguk’s crotch. Jeongguk looks down and lets out a slight yelp, his blush increasing tenfold. He has completely forgotten about his hard-on, which means – His face immediately burns with embarrassment. The Dom must have noticed Jeongguk’s erection. Now the smirks and the reference about ‘moving something upward’ make so much sense! Seungcheol’s amused laugh doesn’t help either. Jeongguk frowns, his face still red. “Oh my God, Jeongguk!” the older man wheezes. “Cheolie-hyung,” Jeongguk whines, shifting and fidgeting. “Nah, don’t worry,” Seungcheol smiles and pats Jeongguk’s head. “It’s not your fault. He has that effect on people, even me.” Jeongguk’s eyes trail down, and he stifles a laugh at Seungcheol’s bulging erection. “Don’t blame me,” Seungcheol playfully hits Jeongguk’s shoulder. “It’s not my fault, either. Suga is just really hot.” Jeongguk perks up. “Suga?” “Yeah,” Seungcheol nods. “The name of that sin on legs is Suga.” Jeongguk freezes. His eyes are wide, unfocused. His mind immediately buzzes with the name.
Suga.
Seungcheol then rants about something, but Jeongguk’s hearing cannot function properly over the certain syllables now drumming against his ears. Jimin joins them, face flushed and beaming. He begins to gush over the Dom, how good he was, how sexy, how alluring, how – Jeongguk can only blink.
Suga.
“Yeah, hello. The usual place?” “Of course, hyung. I’m on my way there now. How’s the shooting?” “Great.” A pause. “Great?” A deep chuckle. “Oh no.” “I’ve seen an angel, Joonie.” An exasperated sigh. “You already have Taehyung, hyung.” “Yes, yes, Tae is the whole package, but Joonie, you should have seen this boy.” “Hyung, please stop breaking Taehyung’s heart.” A pause, followed by a laugh.
It’s almost half an hour after midnight. Jeongguk tosses and turns on his bed, uneasy and tense. Earlier, Seungcheol had called him to his office sometime after the shooting. He remembered walking to the elder’s office, wondering what Seungcheol might want to talk about with him. He didn’t have to wonder for long, though. Seungcheol had greeted him with a tight-lipped smile when the younger entered. Something was off, Jeongguk could feel it, and his hunch was confirmed when Seungcheol informed him that, with the fact that Jeongguk is already 19, Jeongguk will have to undergo his first time before officially entering the industry as a full-fledged porn star. But it wasn’t the idea of having his hole penetrated with a real dick for the first time that had stunned Jeongguk; it was the following statement.
“Fuck, Gukie. People will be willing to pay big for you.”
People. Rich people. Rich men.
Jeongguk groans, burrowing deeper into the soft sheets. For some reason, his stomach is flipping at the very notion of having his first time with some snobby rich guy. Seungcheol always says that Jeongguk is his most prized baby boy in the company. Surely his hyung will not give Jeongguk’s first time for someone unfavorable, right? His mind is buzzing. Trying to push down a heavy feeling in his chest, Jeongguk turns to what he usually does when there are too many crushing thoughts running in his mind. His hands are shaky as he takes off his shirt and throws it aside. Jeongguk sighs and his eyelids flutter. He guides one hand to roam all over his bare chest. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, a soft gasp escaping his mouth. He slips his briefs down, his crotch already tight. He wraps his fingers around his hardening dick, quickly stroking himself. It’s dry, but Jeongguk couldn’t care less. He shudders with every movement, his own sighs filling his ears. Jeongguk closes his eyes. His mind instantly flies away in an effort to imagine a scenario where someone else is there with him, making him feel good, making him feel– Exposed porcelain skin, warmly flushed and pleasantly soft to the touch. Long, pale legs straddling his waist, imprisoning him within invisible cage. Beautiful hands, fingers gentle yet strong enough to pin him down, travelling all over his skin. Dark, abyss-like eyes looking up at him, the irises swirling with lust and starlight, half-hooded behind lids smudged with black eyeliner. Plump lips parted, marking his skin, a pretty pink tongue darting wild and dripping with sin. A familiar face, sculpted without flaw, sharp but soft boyish features highlighted under the dim light. Suga.
Fuck.
Jeongguk comes, thick and hot across his toned stomach, his lips parting and a certain name rolls off his tongue in one hitched breath.
Suga Suga Suga Su–
Jeongguk can no longer count how many times the name escapes his mouth in breathy whispers, filling the room with his unspoken desire. Jeongguk licks his dry, quivering bottom lip, his hand still wrapped around his softening cock. The name dies down in his mouth and yet continues its reign in the back of his mind. Jeongguk looks down at himself, at his come still cooling on his warm skin, and his hazy mind recalls the name that drove him over the edge. Realization settles in, and Jeongguk discovers what it is exactly that he wants. He will ask Seungcheol tomorrow – hell, he will even beg for it. Jeongguk takes his shirt and sits up to clean himself off. After he’s done, he throws the shirt to the floor, promising to put it with the rest of his dirty laundry tomorrow morning. He falls back to the mattress and quickly curls into himself, the air cold against his bare skin. His heart is thumping quietly, and he’s not really sure of the cause. After spending a good five minutes trying to find a comforting anchor for his mind to hang on to, Jeongguk falls asleep with a certain velvety, slightly-lisped voice echoing in his head.
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If there is anyone who could set fire to Taehyung – to his skin, his heart, his loins, it would be Suga – Suga, with his deep, velvety voice and his eyes of nebulous darkness, the only one who can make Taehyung forget everything—even his own name—and can only remember the name of the man who repeatedly lifts Taehyung up and immediately slams him down on his raging cock. “Ah, ah, D-Dad–” Taehyung’s delicious moans are drowned as a pair of plump lips crashed against Taehyung’s bruised ones. There is this thing about Suga; his lips are always, always so soft, completely contrasting with how rough he can be, how cruel he can be, and Taehyung abso-fucking-lutely loves it whenever Suga is kissing the fuck out of him. Not stopping his rhythm, Suga draws back, and Taehyung whines. Suga stares at Taehyung and hums in appreciation at the sight of his lover so fucked out with his red, throbbing dick neglected and upper body littered with bite marks. Taehyung winces when Suga digs his fingernails deeper into his waist and lifts Taehyung up, only to bring him down in a particularly hard slam. Taehyung cries out when Suga’s dick hits a certain spot within him that makes him see stars. “You’re so beautiful, Tae,” Suga licks at Taehyung’s right ear, his voice sending goosebumps all over Taehyung. “So fucking beautiful that it should be illegal.” Taehyung whimpers, his wrists straining against the leather strap that binds them behind his back. He hisses when he feels Suga’s teeth scraping on the skin just below his ear. The older man bites down on his neck hard, and Taehyung lets out a cry. His dick throbs and twitches painfully, having been untouched the entire time. “D-Daddy, please, please…” Taehyung whines, pathetic and needy against Suga’s ear. He lets out a yelp when Suga’s fingers latched on one of his nipples and twists. Taehyung’s breaths come in ragged puffs and his whole body is aching from his impending orgasm, ever building but not yet granted—not until Suga gives it to him. “Please what, Tae baby?” Suga coos, his pretty tongue darting out and licks Taehyung’s upper lip. “T-to-touch – dick, hurts – please, Daddy…” Taehyung stutters. The overstimulation has left his whole body hyper-sensitive. It hurts and feels so good, and Suga loves it whenever Taehyung is helpless and overly responsive to the slightest of Suga’s touches—and if Suga is happy, then Taehyung will take it all. A kiss from the older man suddenly pulls Taehyung back to the present; the present where he is being fucked to oblivion. The kiss is surprisingly gentle, and Taehyung’s eyes re-focused, finding a pair of dark eyes looking at him questioningly. Suga sucks Taehyung’s bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. The gesture is supposed to be rough, yet it is so, so gentle—something that only Suga can do. “What’s the matter, baby?” Suga whispers against Taehyung’s mouth, his erratic movements have ceased. Taehyung only lets out a whimper, his walls clenching around Suga’s dick. “N-nothing, Da–ah!” Taehyung’s voice breaks into a high-pitched choke when Suga jerks his hips upwards, hitting a certain spot that sends a huge wave of pleasure throughout the younger’s body. Suga chuckles and muffles Taehyung’s broken moans with a rough kiss. He pulls the hair at the base of the younger’s neck and pulls, exposing Taehyung’s neck. Suga dives right in, kissing and biting and marking everywhere. Loud moans break free from between Taehyung’s moist lips as his dick throbs. Suga sets up his earlier pace, wild and rough and oh so good for Taehyung, whose breaths are becoming rapid as a familiar knot begins to coil in his lower stomach. His toes curl and his fingernails dig into his palms as Suga continues to abuse his sweet spot, making his vision swim and his body shake. “Daddy, I-I’m clo-close, Daddy – I – ah, ah, ah!” Taehyung’s stuttered moans are only met with Suga’s chuckle and loud breathing as the older quickens his pace. Taehyung jerks at the hard pinch on his sensitive nipple, and when Suga’s mouth finds his neck and collarbones, Taehyung is not sure if he can hold on any longer. Suga bites down, and suddenly it becomes too much for Taehyung, who cries out as stars explode behind his eyes and his dick unloads hard between their stomachs. His body becomes limp, but he holds on as Suga continues to abuse his hole. Ignoring his oversensitivity, Taehyung can only moan and whimper as Suga chases his own release. Taehyung clenches as hard as he can around Suga’s dick, prompting the older man to brace himself by holding on to Taehyung’s body even tighter. Suga grits his teeth, forcing his release back down. Taehyung whines, nibbling at Suga’s ear. “Baby, I need to–” “Daddy, I want – come inside – please, inside – Daddy, please…” Suga curses, too far gone to protest, and Taehyung can’t help the smile blooming on his face. He unclenches his walls, only to clamp down again around the older man’s throbbing dick. Please come inside me, pleasepleaseplease– Suga continues to pound once, twice, and – oh, Taehyung shudders as Suga comes inside him, his grunt muffled on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s body gives out, collapsing on the bed, bringing Suga with him. They stay like that for what seems like an eternity, each of them breathing hard as they come down from their high. Taehyung’s mind is hazy, and it’s Suga’s rumbling chuckle against his heaving chest that brings him back to the land of the living. “Beautiful,” Suga murmurs, his mouth tracing patterns on Taehyung’s chest and up to his neck. His hands begin to trail at Taehyung’s sides, peppering gentle touches, as if not yet satisfied despite their release just minutes ago. “You’re always so beautiful, Tae, my baby Taehyung.” And how Taehyung blooms with the praise, and despite the state he’s in—drops of cooling cum on his stomach, his disheveled appearance, and just being completely fucked out—right now, Taehyung smiles. He looks down and sees Suga kissing his upper body, with the older’s hands going up and down along Taehyung’s sides. Taehyung raises his hand and tangles his fingers in Suga’s dark locks. Suga raises up and hovers above Taehyung, their faces inches apart. The older man flashes a smile, and Taehyung feels his world stops for a fraction of second. His heart begins to beat furiously, and he is sure that Suga can feel the thumping under his palm, which is located right above Taehyung’s heart. Taehyung’s eyes trail down, to the beads of sweat on Suga’s chest, to his now-rumpled white shirt, and to the still-open zipper on his trousers. It is always like this; that Suga will make love to Taehyung—very naked, very bare Taehyung—with his own body obscured by a layer of clothing, sometimes two, and no matter how much Taehyung begs, Suga would never go further than unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt and releasing his dick from his pants or shorts. Maybe it’s his preferences, Taehyung had thought. Maybe Suga wants to give Taehyung his most sensitive body part while at the same time not letting Taehyung enter beyond a nickname and a layer of silky fabric, which somehow feels more like the wall of a fortress to Taehyung, who wants nothing more than to touch the man behind the name Suga – skin and more and– “I need to go, baby.” …and no matter how much Taehyung tries, the man he loves is there; obscured by a being called Suga, hovering so close above him and just a tad beyond Taehyung’s reach. A lump instantly forms in Taehyung’s throat, but he finds himself nodding, his fingers still carding through Suga’s hair. “I’ll call you again tomorrow.” Taehyung’s smile grows wider, and his heart breaks just a little bit more. He swallows and hums, pressing a kiss to the older man’s lips. Yes, he can have this – this, the only side of Suga that he can claim as his; and who knows, maybe tomorrow will be kinder.
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“Pizza is life.” Hoseok stares at the man in front of him. He couldn’t help his amazement and confusion at the way the man stuffs his face with another large slice of pepperoni pizza and still manages to look exceedingly desirable. Suddenly, the title ‘worldwide handsome’ doesn’t sound like some ridiculous exaggeration as Hoseok had once thought it was. “Don’t look at me like that, dongsaeng,” Seokjin said through a mouthful of food. “You know that pizza is one of the greatest gifts there is for this rotten world.” Hoseok can only nod before letting his mind wander, his eyes trained on the plate of fettuccine in front of him.
Pizza, huh?
He used to like pizza, which—quoting his hyung—is ‘one of the greatest gifts there is for this rotten world’. He remembers the time when he was still in high school, when everything still made sense to him – him, the Hoseok who was once full of laughs and jokes and a penchant for breaking rules. Once every two weekends, that younger Hoseok would find himself in the vast apartment room of another certain hyung, filling himself with slices of pizza that the older had ordered even before Hoseok arrived. That boy—now obviously a man—would always berate Hoseok for eating almost all of the pizza, but whenever it came to the last slice, the elder would always shove the slice into Hoseok’s mouth, claiming that he wasn’t hungry anymore after seeing the dongsaeng’s way of eating. Hoseok can’t remember his favorite pizza, but he still remembers why he doesn’t like that piece of heaven as much as he once did anymore.
Why he once stood in a heavy rain in front of a very familiar door, crying and screaming until his throat bled, with a box of huge pepperoni pizza in his shaking hands.
Speaking of which – “So, how’s Yo– Suga-hyung?” Hoseok asks, correcting himself instantly in the middle of the question. Seokjin’s eyes glance up briefly to meet Hoseok’s expectant ones before he continues to munch on the remaining crust of his fourth—or is it fifth?—pizza slice. “Good, I guess,” he replies, taking another slice and ignoring the way Hoseok’s eyes widen slightly. Hoseok is silent for a while before pursing his lips. “Just good?” “Yeah,” Seokjin nods, his pizza slice inches from his mouth. “Fucked up, but good.” Hoseok blinks.
Fucked up, but good.
Somehow, that phrase couldn’t get more perfect in describing the life that Suga has chosen since a few years ago until now, but certainly that phrase was nowhere near Hoseok’s first impression when he first met the man. Hoseok was still a wee lad when he was first introduced to the boy—the boy before Suga—that day in the playground, with Hoseok’s little hands clinging to Namjoon. It took exactly two and a half hours and one gloriously-tripping-over-nothing-until-his-knees-bled for little Seokie to finally get over his fear of the intimidating boy, and by the time the pale, raven-haired little guy with those dark, swirling eyes had put a Mickey Mouse bandage on each of Hoseok’s knees, Hoseok had already babbled the whole narration of how his greatest dream was to become a good Godzilla so he could defeat all the bad monsters. It seemed that it was just yesterday that little Hoseokie had built a three-tiered sandcastle with the boy-before-Suga at the beach on that warm weekend while all the other boys cheered and clapped at how pretty the sandcastle was. Now, 23-year-old Jung Hoseok is a young entrepreneur who is on the way of building his empire and there is no one – absolutely no one who doesn’t know the famous Suga: the fucked-up-but-good billionaire-playboy-rapper-producer who can hold his liquor, crashes in the beds of expensive hotel rooms with a different individual almost every night, and is friends with everyone and no one at the same time. “Do you want that?” Hoseok blinks once, twice, and finds Seokjin eyeing him questioningly, with the older’s pointer finger hovering above the last slice of the pizza they had ordered. Hoseok shakes his head and motions for Seokjin to help himself. Hoseok’s lips tug into a small smile at the way Seokjin’s face lights up. “I heard that he went to a recording at Cheol’s a few days ago,” Hoseok says after a second pause, jabbing a piece of salmon with his fork. “Oh, yeah,” Seokjin responds briefly. Hoseok stares at the older man for a moment before sighing. This is going to be hard. “Who is it this time?” Hoseok asks. “Someone called Park Jimin or something.” “Oh.” That syllable gives way to a silence that is slightly uncomfortable. Hoseok distracts himself by eating another forkful of fettuccine. He mildly wonders if he is forever destined to be that one ball of sunshine that always has to break any silence ever presented to him when Seokjin clears his throat. Hoseok looks up at his hyung questioningly. “Why don’t you meet him?” Seokjin asks. Hoseok snorts. “I don’t know.” “You’ll have to meet him eventually.” Hoseok slowly stops his munching. He looks at Seokjin, who has this smile on his face that looks happy and encouraging, but Hoseok knows better. “When did you last time meet him?” The question came out harsher than Hoseok had intended. Seokjin stares at him, his expression unreadable. The older man averts his eyes after a while, and the tiniest bit of guilt chips at Hoseok’s heart. “A month ago,” Seokjin answers, before sucking in his lips into a tight line. Hoseok waits. “Before he, uh, went to London for a fashion show or something.” Hoseok’s eyes widen. “Fashion show,” he says flatly, trying to reassure himself that he doesn’t misheard. “Yeah,” Seokjin nods. “You know that he’s also into models, right?” That revelation overwhelms Hoseok, causing him to knit his brows and reflectively ask that one question that he already knows is sensitive to Seokjin. “But… he’s still with Tae, right?” A slight tension that runs through Seokjin’s broad shoulders doesn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok. The older male nibbles on the crust of the pizza slice in his hand, his eyes meeting Hoseok’s, visibly uncomfortable. “Tae who?” “How many Taes are there that we know of, hyung?” Seokjin raises his eyebrows in a matter-of-fact manner. “You and me? One,” he pauses and swallows. “Suga? More than we can count.” Hoseok stares, lips pressed together in a straight line. Seokjin stands his ground in the staring contest for a solid three seconds before looking away with a small exhale. “I don’t know.” Hoseok’s brows knit. “What do you mean?” Seokjin doesn’t look up. His beautiful face scrunches up before he looks at Hoseok with a grimace. “You know that Suga and Tae are not like, well, boyfriends or an item or whatever, right?” “Well, but Suga-hyung sure spends more time with Tae than with the others.” “That doesn’t mean that Tae is Suga’s significant other.” “But Suga always takes Tae to events and everything.” “Not always, Hoseok,” Seokjin shakes his head. “Suga took Jeonghan to that private dinner with that Arabian prince in Dubai twice. Then, he went to that three-day fashion show in Vegas with Wonwoo before continuing straight to a meeting in New York, this time with a beauty five years younger than him. I believe his name is Choi Hansol or something.” Hoseok curls his lips inwards and presses them together. “So yeah,” Seokjin shrugs, his eyes trained on the two remaining slices of garlic bread between him and Hoseok. “He’s not always with Tae.” “I don’t know,” Hoseok rolls his fork in his fettuccine. “It seems to me that Tae is somewhat special to Suga?” Seokjin mildly scoffs, but his gesture contains no malice. He glances up briefly before putting down the last slice of the pizza, still half-eaten. “It’s as if you just knew him yesterday, Seok. You know that Suga doesn’t do things like that, right?” Hoseok is about to respond when Seokjin looks down and pokes at his half-eaten pizza slice with an expression that doesn’t suit his ‘worldwide handsome’ reputation at all. “At least, not anymore.” At Seokjin’s quiet addition, whatever it was that Hoseok is about to say dies down on his tongue. He stares for a second before his hand shoves a half-forkful of fettuccine to his mouth, with his mind wandering elsewhere. Hoseok doesn’t know what to say, so he opts for a safe response that can be used in nearly every situation. “I know.” Seokjin gives Hoseok a small smile, but in Hoseok’s eyes, it looks more like a gesture that says ‘I don’t want to talk about this because it hurts, okay?’. So, Hoseok, being the good dongsaeng that he always is, doesn’t say anything anymore.
There is no significant change in Seungcheol’s expression, except for his eyebrows that have gone upwards for a little bit. The man keeps his gaze steady, but Jeongguk knows that Seungcheol is internally shaken from what Jeongguk has just said. Jeongguk slightly bites his lower lip as Seungcheol closes his eyes for a second and shakes his head, as if trying to assure himself that he didn’t mishear the younger. “Come again, Guk.” Jeongguk gulps and licks his lips. Was his request too much? Jeongguk had spent hours thinking about what words he will use and how he will string them together to make his need known to his Cheolie-hyung. Jeongguk had talked about this with Jimin earlier in the afternoon. After some teasing from Jimin and some more blushing from Jeongguk, Jimin had said that he will support Jeongguk, since holy shit who doesn't want Suga? After watching the recently finished tape of Jimin getting hammered by Suga (and Jeongguk once again sporting a hard-on that didn’t go unnoticed by the cackling Jimin), Jiminie had told him that there is nothing wrong in wanting his first time to be with a certain someone – SugaSugaSuga – and that Seungcheol will understand and most likely grant the request. But here they are, in Seungcheol’s office with the glittering city lights flickering from outside the floor-to-ceiling window as the background, with the older man looking (internally) shaken as hell, as if Jeongguk’s request was for Seungcheol to capture a live unicorn for Jeongguk’s next birthday.
What is so wrong in wanting his first time to be with Suga?
Seungcheol looks at the younger, waiting, his eyes slightly wide. Jeongguk inhales deeply and steels himself before deciding to repeat his request even though he is sure that the older man had heard him just fine. “I want Suga as my first time.” Seungcheol doesn’t move. His expression doesn’t change. Jeongguk starts to panic. “Is it okay?” Jeongguk asks again after another too-long second, his voice small and unsure. It seems to snap Seungcheol out of whatever inner turmoil he is experiencing right now. The older man closes his eyes and sighs, his lips drawn into a thin line. “It’s okay, Gukie, just–” “Just what?” Seungcheol freezes, his mouth stopping mid-sentence. It would have been a funny sight for Jeongguk if he is not internally panicking that he had asked for something that is too much. Seungcheol unfreezes and shakes his head, sending a mild wave of relief through Jeongguk’s body. “It’s okay, Gukie,” Seungcheol repeats, more carefully this time, knowing how nervous the young man in front of him is. “I was just worried.” Jeongguk blinks. “Worried about what?” “About you,” Seungcheol eyes widen matter-of-factly. “But why?” Seungcheol sighs again and can only stare back at Jeongguk, who is looking at him, questioning, with those wide, innocent doe-like eyes. The boy had asked for his first time to be with Suga, freaking Suga with his I’m-sexy-and-I-know-it antics and suggestive smirks and sinful lip-bites and velvety voice. Seungcheol has been around for long enough that he knows full well about Suga’s reputation as a billionaire playboy who is always on the move with the most beautiful of models and idols and pornstars and never has strings attached to him whatsoever. “Jeonggukie,” Seungcheol drawls, about to say something before stopping. He slowly rubs his palm across his mouth in mild-frustration. How can he explain? Jeongguk doesn’t have any clue about Suga’s way of living. There are countless worry-laced thoughts running around his head right at the moment. Sure, Suga exudes that overwhelmingly sexy aura and he also gives an even better sex, but this is Jeongguk they’re talking about; pretty little Jeongguk, a tall adorable bunny with muscles in all the right places who is also an inexperienced virgin and a total softie who wears his heart on his sleeve, and Seungcheol knows better than anyone that Jeongguk is a purity that must be protected at all costs. First time having sex is an important phase, especially for Jeongguk, and having that with someone like Suga is somewhat worrying for Seungcheol. Apparently, Jeongguk doesn’t understand that Seungcheol is having an internal battle with himself right at the very moment since Seungcheol vaguely hears Jeongguk’s voice calling him (“Hyung?”). The moment after that is the moment when Seungcheol is supposed to answer the younger, but Seungcheol can only sigh (again). Seungcheol is suddenly hit by another realization. Although showered with attention, Jeongguk rarely asked for anything from Seungcheol, and with Jeongguk’s near-perfect good-boy-ness, that brings a whole new inner struggle. That fact somehow creates an obligation for Seungcheol to feel guilty if he doesn’t give whatever it is that Jeongguk wants. Well, to be fair, Seungcheol would have given anything that Jeongguk wants, but this – this, this whole first-time thing is a whole different thing. Seungcheol is a bright man, so yes, such constant repetition in a sentence proves that Seungcheol’s mind is that wrecked right now. Seungcheol is still battling with his own worries and thoughts when suddenly a gesture from Jeongguk snaps him back to reality; a gesture where Jeongguk’s doe eyes widen and his lower lip juts forward ever so slightly in a small pout and… “Please?” Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Growing up, Jeongguk has always been that shy, quiet boy who never talks much and often prefers actions and gestures to convey his messages. It looks like that Jeongguk has mistaken Seungcheol’s inner turmoil as Seungcheol being angry, and Jeongguk has resolved to gestures – gestures that are bound to kill Seungcheol’s poor heart sooner or later. So here Seungcheol is, standing there solemnly as his resolve crumbles slowly but surely. He has known since he first took the small Jeon kid under his wings that those bunny smiles and doe eyes will be the death of Choi Seungcheol. Years later and that fact still stands very much firmly no matter how much Seungcheol claims to be manly enough to withstand puppy eyes. Seungcheol inhales deeply. In and out. In and out. “Guk, are you sure about this? You’ve only met the man once,” Seungcheol inquires, his brows furrowing. “I’m sure, Cheolie-hyung,” Jeongguk answers with a smile. At Seungcheol’s unchanging semi-frown, Jeongguk adds, “Positive.” Seungcheol once again sighs. He is not going to win this, isn’t he? “Okay, but before that,” Seungcheol says, his voice rising and stressing on the last three words when Jeongguk’s face brightens up, “you have to remember something, Gukie.” Jeongguk nods a bit too furiously and a bit too eagerly. Seungcheol almost smiles at the gesture, knowing that Jeongguk is not really paying attention to anything other than the ‘okay’ that Seungcheol had said. Seungcheol’s gaze softens. “You asked for your first time to be with Suga, right?” he asks, and Jeongguk nods again. Seungcheol takes a few steps, closing the distance between him and the younger man. Jeongguk maintains his smile as Seungcheol places his hands on each of Jeongguk’s arms. “Before that, Guk, listen to me, okay?” Seungcheol says, his tone serious. Jeongguk nods, his eyes wide and curious. Seungcheol gently tightens his grip. “Don’t get attached to him.” Jeongguk cocks his head, and even though the gesture is exceedingly adorable, Seungcheol knows for sure that the young beauty doesn’t fully understand, and it makes his worry spike again. A huge, protective part of Seungcheol wants to give a lecture on how Suga doesn’t do – will never do relationship and, aside from hella good sex, won’t be able to provide any warmth (because Seungcheol knows how sensitive Jeongguk is, both mentally and physically). But a small part of Seungcheol – that is highly affected by Jeongguk’s wide, pleading eyes – wants to give in and just let Jeongguk have what he wants. Jeongguk is still staring at him. Seungcheol blinks once, twice, before he decides to just fuck it. “Nevermind, Gukie,” Seungcheol shakes his head and smiles reassuringly. He gives a nod. “Alright. You'll have your first time with Suga.” A millisecond later, Seungcheol mentally thanks anyone up there for his strong heart because there’s nothing – absolutely nothing – that could prepare Seungcheol for the way Jeongguk beams. “Really?” Jeongguk’s face breaks into a huge grin. “Really, Cheolie-hyung?” Seungcheol nods and smiles, feeling every bit of his manly soul being crushed by sheer adorableness. Seungcheol is about to open his mouth again to say something when Jeongguk just kind of jumps forward and wraps his arms around the older man in a tight hug, effectively killing whatever unimportant shit Seungcheol was about to say. “Thank you, Hyung! Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jeongguk giggles, slightly bouncing up and down in glee, shaking Seungcheol. “You’re welcome,” Seungcheol says, hiding a few coughs. He mentally notes that Jeongguk needs a constant reminder that he is basically a cutie with a beautiful face and an adorable pair of eyes and a ton of fucking muscles. Jeongguk pulls back, still beaming and giddy, sliding his hands until they settle between Seungcheol’s fingers. Seungcheol holds Jeongguk’s hands, briefly wondering if there is someone who will be able to withstand Jeongguk’s array of endearing antics. Well, if there is someone, it’s definitely not Seungcheol. “Thank you, Hyung,” Jeongguk says, still with that stupidly cute grin. “You’re the best!” Seungcheol nods with a smile, vaguely reassuring himself that he has done the right thing, however reckless it might be. Even if it’s wrong, Jeongguk’s toothy bunny smile is worth it, though. “I can’t wait to tell Jimin-hyung!” Jeongguk chirps, slightly bouncing on his feet. Seungcheol laughs. “Tell him, Gukie. I’m sure he will be absolutely ecstatic. Go on, then, run along,” Seungcheol chuckles, giving Jeongguk’s hands a squeeze. Jeongguk’s grin widens. “Of course! Thank you again, Hyung!” the younger man says, pulling his hands away. He bows to Seungcheol in gratitude before skipping to the door, but he suddenly turns back to face the older man, his smile faltering. Seungcheol looks at him questioningly. “Uh, is it okay if I leave you alone, Hyung?” Jeongguk asks with wide, slightly-worried eyes, his hand hovering on the doorknob. “Do you need company?” Ah, how Seungcheol is thankful that his heart is exceedingly strong. This boy will indeed be the death of the manly Choi Seungcheol. “No, Gukie, it’s fine,” Seungcheol smiles and waves his hand, hoping that it will reassure the younger. “I’m good. Go find Jiminie.” Jeongguk slowly places his hand on the doorknob and turns away from Seungcheol. He opens the door but once again pauses and turns to his hyung with questioning eyes. “It’s fine, Gukie,” Seungcheol says. “Besides, I need to contact a certain someone because someone wants a certain something,” he adds, giving Jeongguk a wink. Jeongguk’s earlier beam returns. He flashes Seungcheol a wide, toothy grin that turns his eyes into small, adorable slits before exiting the office. The door closes with a muffled sound, and Seungcheol sighs, a small smile playing on his lips. He walks backwards and rests his butt on the edge of his desk before fishing his phone out from the right pocket of his plain black trousers. Propping his right elbow on the back of his left hand that crooks over his stomach, he absentmindedly flips his phone around in his palm, thinking about how he will ask Suga about this. What he doesn’t tell Jeongguk is that there are people who have already contacted Seungcheol, asking for Jeongguk’s first time. Most of them offered high prices, higher than any porn star that has ever worked in Seungcheol’s company. Seungcheol briefly wonders if this is the first time that a porn star asks for his first time to be spent with a specific person, and whether or not Suga will be willing to pay for it since, technically speaking, Seungcheol is the one who will be asking. Pushing his thoughts aside, Seungcheol turns his phone on. Ignoring the notifications piling on his lockscreen (some of them from his clients who are asking for confirmation regarding Jeongguk), Seungcheol swipes the screen and opens his list of contacts. He scrolls for a while before finding the contact he’s searching for. His thumb taps the contact and hovers above the number. The owner of the number is out of the country at the moment, doing God-knows-what, but there is almost one-hundred per cent chance that the person is socializing with people in the higher-up, or maybe downing expensive drinks, or maybe fucking a beautiful individual into oblivion in a room of a five-star hotel. Seungcheol smiles, gently rolling his lower lip under his upper teeth. Well, no one gives a better sex than Suga, anyway, at least for as far as he knows. Let his baby Jeonggukie have his fun. Everything is going to be fine.