Seunghyun felt the way Jiyong trembled in his arms, the way Jiyong pulled at his hair and bit down on his shoulder, muffling his cries. He felt it all and reveled in it.
“I’ve been going crazy thinking about you,” words coming easily now that he was committed to finding them, now that he saw the power they held over Jiyong. “That night at Seungho’s? I wanted this. I could’ve killed him when he walked in.”
Jiyong’s arms tightened around his neck, soft cries against his throat, fingers tugging at his hair so hard it hurt. The noises he made were intoxicating, the sweetest ambrosia. “You sound even better than you did that night,” Seunghyun said, bold where he’d never been bold before. “I don’t want you to sound like that for anyone else.”
Jiyong finally cried out, back forming a bow, time suspending for one beautiful, aching moment as Jiyong arched against him, eyes wide and wrecked, and then his hips stuttered forward, a hot streak splashing over Seunghyun’s belly. Jiyong slumped against him, panting, fingers loosening in the damp clump of Seunghyun’s hair.
Seunghyun nuzzled against his cheek, running his hands over the wet skin of Jiyong’s back. He could smell the musk they’d made, heady and rich. Jiyong let himself be held, curled up in Seunghyun’s lap like the spot had been reserved just for him.
Seunghyun wanted to write songs about this moment, the one they were in and the one that came before, Jiyong coming in his arms and clinging to him after. Cheesy, lovesick songs that could sell a million copies, but never would, because Jiyong would be the only one to hear them.
Eventually, Jiyong pulled back, eyes hooded with satisfaction. He dipped a finger into the mess on Seunghyun’s belly before bringing it up to Seunghyun’s lips. Seunghyun opened his mouth, obedient, the digit in between his lips. Salty, his overwhelming impression; salty and Jiyong’s so he swallowed it down.
Jiyong smiled at him, pleased. Seunghyun felt an odd sense of pride at that.
Jiyong shifted against him, sighing when he felt Seunghyun’s still pressing deep inside him. “You’re still hard,” he said.
“I told you I’d last longer this time,” Seunghyun replied with a crooked grin.
Jiyong laughed, light and happy. Seunghyun couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen so much joy on Jiyong’s face. At the beach, his mind supplied. When Seunghyun had taken him there and played with him in the sand.
“I guess I should do something about that,” Jiyong said, arms twining coyly behind Seunghyun’s neck.
Seunghyun pushed up into him, eager. “That’d be nice.”
Jiyong met his , grinding down on him, slow and sensual. “How do you want it?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to stay on top?” Jiyong asked, hips swiveling slowly over Seunghyun’s lap. “Or do you wanna try something else? You can put me on my knees if you want.”
Seunghyun’s mouth went dry, thoughts flying off the tracks. He stared off over Jiyong’s shoulder, imagining it.
Jiyong giggled, pulling Seunghyun’s face back toward him to make him focus. “What’s it gonna be?” he said, delicate fingers on Seunghyun’s cheek. “You can have me any way you want.”
The problem was Seunghyun didn’t know what he wanted, or maybe it was that he wanted too much. This was his first time having with a guy; he didn’t know what he’d like best. His previous fantasy finally came to mind, of Jiyong splayed beneath him, and he gathered Jiyong against him before rolling them over.
Jiyong’s hands fell to either side of his head, arching like a cat at the new position he found himself in, dark eyes drinking Seunghyun in. “Well? What are you waiting for? me.”
His need was back in full force, throbbing in Jiyong’s tight heat. He forward, grinding into him, hips stuttering in frustration when the angle wasn’t quite what he needed.
“Here,” Jiyong said, pulling up his legs, helping Seunghyun to hook his arms underneath them. “Better?”
It was better. Seunghyun sank in impossibly deep, Jiyong folded in half beneath him, thighs spread wide and pressed flush with his chest. He couldn’t believe how flexible Jiyong was, felt inordinately at the thought.
“Do it,” Jiyong ordered. “ me.”
Seunghyun didn’t need to be told again. He laid into him, slaking his lust, burying his need deep inside Jiyong’s body, and Jiyong welcomed it all in, greedy for it, cries breaking out of him with each snap of Seunghyun’s hips, sharp little ohs and ungs that were music to Seunghyun’s ears.
Jiyong scrabbled at his back as Seunghyun’s balls slapped against his . “Oppa!” he cried, fingers clawing at his skin. “Oppa!”
Seunghyun’s jaw clenched, determined, grinding deep inside him with a sharp swivel of his hips, watching as Jiyong’s mouth fell open on a soundless gasp before setting a new pace, fast and desperate, ing the way he needed to , balls drawing up as his pistoned between Jiyong’s cheeks.
Seunghyun รู้สึกวิธี Jiyong trembled ในอ้อมแขนของเขา วิธี Jiyong ดึงผมและบิตลงบนไหล่ของเขา muffling เสียงร้องของเขา เขารู้สึกว่ามันทั้งหมด และ reveled ในนั้น"ฉันได้รับจะบ้าคิดเกี่ยวกับคุณ คำมาได้หลังจากที่เขาถูกส่งไปหาพวกเขา ตอนนี้ที่เขาเห็นพลังจัดผ่าน Jiyong "คืนที่ของ Seungho ฉันต้องการ ฉันไม่ได้ฆ่าเขาเมื่อเขาเดินในนั้น"แขนของ Jiyong รัดกุมกว่ารอบคอของเขา นุ่มร้องไห้กับคอของเขา เพื่อที่ผมของเขายากมันเจ็บนิ้วนี้ เสียงที่เขาได้ถูกทำให้มึนเมา แอมโบรเซียหวาน "คุณเสียงดีกว่าที่คุณคืน Seunghyun กล่าว หนาที่เขาเคยหนาก่อน "ฉันไม่ต้องการให้เสียงเช่นนั้นสำหรับคนอื่น"Jiyong สุดทูล กลับรูปโบว์ เวลาพักครู่หนึ่งสวย ปวดเป็น Jiyong โค้งเขา ตากว้าง และซาก และจากนั้นสะโพกของเขา stuttered ไปข้างหน้า แนวร้อนที่กระเซ็นอยู่เหนือหน้าท้องของ Seunghyun Jiyong ประจำปีปีปีเขา panting คลายในกอหมาดของผมของ Seunghyun นิ้วSeunghyun nuzzled กับแก้มของเขา เรียกใช้มือของเขาผ่านหลังของ Jiyong ผิวเปียก เขาได้กลิ่นมัสค์ที่พวกเขาทำ มึนเมา และอุดมไปด้วย Jiyong ให้ตัวเองเป็นรอบจัด ดัดขึ้นใน Seunghyun ของเช่นจุดที่มีการจองสำหรับเขาSeunghyun อยากเขียนเพลงเกี่ยวกับช่วงเวลานี้ หนึ่งใน และมาก่อน Jiyong มาในอ้อมแขนของเขา และเขาหลัง เพลง lovesick วิเศษที่ขายหนึ่งล้าน แต่ จะไม่ เพราะ Jiyong จะเป็นหนึ่งเดียวได้เลยในที่สุด Jiyong ดึงกลับ ตาหนาวความพึงพอใจ เขาจิ้มนิ้วลงบนหน้าท้องของ Seunghyun ระเบียบก่อนมาถึงริมฝีปากของ Seunghyun Seunghyun เปิดปากของเขา เชื่อฟัง หลักระหว่างริมฝีปากของเขา เค็ม ความประทับใจอย่างท่วมท้นของเขา เค็มและ Jiyong เพื่อเขากลืนกินมันลงJiyong ยิ้มที่เขา ความยินดี Seunghyun รู้สึกภาคภูมิใจว่าความแปลกJiyong เลื่อนขึ้นเขา sighing เมื่อเขารู้สึก Seunghyun ของยังคงกดลึกภายในเขา เขากล่าวว่า "คุณยังคงยาก"ฉันบอกคุณฉันจะนานเวลานี้ Seunghyun ตอบพร้อมรอยยิ้มอีกJiyong หัวเราะ เบา และมีความสุข Seunghyun ไม่จำครั้งสุดท้ายที่เขาได้เห็นความสุขมากบนใบหน้าของ Jiyong ชายหาด จิตใจของเขาให้มา เมื่อ Seunghyun มีนำเขามี และเล่นกับเขาทราย"ฉันเดาฉันควรทำบางสิ่งบางอย่างที่ Jiyong กล่าว แขน twining coyly หลังคอของ SeunghyunSeunghyun ผลักดันขึ้นลงเขา กระตือรือร้น "ที่จะได้ดี"Jiyong ตามเขา บดลงบนเขา ช้า และเย้ายวน "วิธีคุณต้อง""อะไร""คุณต้องให้ผมอยู่ด้านบนหรือไม่" Jiyong ถาม สะโพกติดช้ากว่าของ Seunghyun ตัก "หรือคุณต้องการลองสิ่งอื่น คุณสามารถใส่ผมบนหัวเข่าของฉันถ้าคุณต้องการ"Seunghyun’s mouth went dry, thoughts flying off the tracks. He stared off over Jiyong’s shoulder, imagining it.Jiyong giggled, pulling Seunghyun’s face back toward him to make him focus. “What’s it gonna be?” he said, delicate fingers on Seunghyun’s cheek. “You can have me any way you want.”The problem was Seunghyun didn’t know what he wanted, or maybe it was that he wanted too much. This was his first time having with a guy; he didn’t know what he’d like best. His previous fantasy finally came to mind, of Jiyong splayed beneath him, and he gathered Jiyong against him before rolling them over.Jiyong’s hands fell to either side of his head, arching like a cat at the new position he found himself in, dark eyes drinking Seunghyun in. “Well? What are you waiting for? me.”His need was back in full force, throbbing in Jiyong’s tight heat. He forward, grinding into him, hips stuttering in frustration when the angle wasn’t quite what he needed.“Here,” Jiyong said, pulling up his legs, helping Seunghyun to hook his arms underneath them. “Better?”It was better. Seunghyun sank in impossibly deep, Jiyong folded in half beneath him, thighs spread wide and pressed flush with his chest. He couldn’t believe how flexible Jiyong was, felt inordinately at the thought.“Do it,” Jiyong ordered. “ me.”Seunghyun didn’t need to be told again. He laid into him, slaking his lust, burying his need deep inside Jiyong’s body, and Jiyong welcomed it all in, greedy for it, cries breaking out of him with each snap of Seunghyun’s hips, sharp little ohs and ungs that were music to Seunghyun’s ears.Jiyong scrabbled at his back as Seunghyun’s balls slapped against his . “Oppa!” he cried, fingers clawing at his skin. “Oppa!”Seunghyun’s jaw clenched, determined, grinding deep inside him with a sharp swivel of his hips, watching as Jiyong’s mouth fell open on a soundless gasp before setting a new pace, fast and desperate, ing the way he needed to , balls drawing up as his pistoned between Jiyong’s cheeks.
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