“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you,” Jiyong murmured, a between his lips before biting down on it. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”
Seunghyun could feel his heart speeding up, racing under Jiyong’s lips, blood pulsing so hard he was dizzy with it. Jiyong travelled further down, tongue swirling around his navel before dipping inside. Seunghyun clutched at the sheets as Jiyong popped open his fly. This was as far as they’d been, as far as their experience together had taken them. Seunghyun didn’t know what was supposed to happen after this.
Jiyong’s eyes found his again, another question – How about this? Is this okay? – so Seunghyun lifted his hips off the mattress in answer. Jiyong tugged his pants free and dropped them over the edge of the bed along with the rest of their clothes. His mouth found the inner curve of Seunghyun’s calf before working its way back up, the side of his knee, the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, thumbing at the indentions of his hips. Seunghyun held his breath as Jiyong neared the straining bulge in his underwear, heart tapping a frantic against his ribcage as his mouth hovered over it, but then groaned when Jiyong bypassed it in favor of his navel, kissing and stroking his way back up Seunghyun’s chest till he rediscovered his mouth.
Jiyong’s hand d lazy patterns over Seunghyun’s chest as they kissed, as their lips molded, tongues tangling. His palm touched over Seunghyun’s heart, the same way it did that day Seunghyun gave him permission to touch him, territory he was determined to claim.
“Your heart’s beating so fast,” Jiyong whispered.
Seunghyun responded with a soft chuckle, lips just a hairsbreadth away, “I’m nervous.”
“Why? It’s just me.”
“That’s why.” Seunghyun let his hand wander over the dip in Jiyong’s waist, let his gaze follow to appreciate the sight of his hand on Jiyong’s skin. “You are so y.” Jiyong let out a little snort, and Seunghyun’s eyes rose back up to look at him. “What? You don’t believe me?”
Jiyong shrugged, looking away. “I just know your type.”
Seunghyun saw the way Jiyong’s arm folded in front of his chest, a gesture so natural that he wouldn’t have recognized it for what it was if he wasn’t such an expert at concealing his own body. His heart ached at the role he’d played in making Jiyong feel insecure.
“I have a new type,” Seunghyun rumbled, pulling Jiyong’s body flush with his, tilting his hips forward so Jiyong could feel just how much his body pleased him, just how little reason he had to be insecure. “I don’t want anyone else.”
Jiyong opened back up at his touch, a lily blossoming under the sun. He held Seunghyun’s gaze for a long, vulnerable moment before darting in and seizing his lips, pushing Seunghyun’s mouth open with his, and ing his tongue deep inside. Jiyong threw his whole body into the kiss, grinding hips and scrabbling hands, a wave of insistence that crashed over Seunghyun before pulling him under.
Seunghyun got drunk off of it, the way Jiyong moved, the drift of hands and the blunt bite of nails, oh so drunk, just a passenger along for the ride. Jiyong writhed against him, insistent in his arms, demanding in a way Seunghyun would’ve expected had he given it more thought. Jiyong was bossy in everything else he did; why should this be any different?
Seunghyun was so caught up in the frenzy of their mouths that he didn’t realize what Jiyong was doing at first when he went for his underwear, but then he felt the hook of Jiyong’s thumbs in his waistband, and liquid heat shot straight down to his . He helped Jiyong push them off with none of the self-consciousness he’d experienced earlier, too now to care about his own ness. Jiyong moved on to his own underwear next, and Seunghyun thought that was an even better idea, his hands squeezing impatiently at Jiyong’s hips as he squirmed out of them.
Jiyong was back on him as soon as they were bare, mouth just as frantic, hips just as eager, facing each other on their sides. Seunghyun could feel their s pressing together in a mirror of their mouths, his heart pumping at the feel. Tentative hands turned bold as they slid lower on Jiyong’s back, cupping his bottom and dragging him harder against him. Jiyong ed his approval, mouth tilting into a sharp slant to kiss Seunghyun even deeper.
Jiyong finally broke away, up the entire length of his hand, getting it filthy and slick, before reaching into the narrow space between them to gather their , stroking them together in the wet heat of his hand. Seunghyun aimed his chin down so he could see, transfixed by the sight of their sliding together, pretty and flushed and leaking precome. He was quite a bit bigger than Jiyong. He liked that, he decided, as he watched their rub together. Liked the way Jiyong’s smaller head looked pressed against his larger one.
Jiyong twisted his wrist just so, and Seunghyun’s eyes fell shut, a low rising in the back of his throat, and when he opened t
“I can’t believe you’re letting me touch you,” Jiyong murmured, a between his lips before biting down on it. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”Seunghyun could feel his heart speeding up, racing under Jiyong’s lips, blood pulsing so hard he was dizzy with it. Jiyong travelled further down, tongue swirling around his navel before dipping inside. Seunghyun clutched at the sheets as Jiyong popped open his fly. This was as far as they’d been, as far as their experience together had taken them. Seunghyun didn’t know what was supposed to happen after this.Jiyong’s eyes found his again, another question – How about this? Is this okay? – so Seunghyun lifted his hips off the mattress in answer. Jiyong tugged his pants free and dropped them over the edge of the bed along with the rest of their clothes. His mouth found the inner curve of Seunghyun’s calf before working its way back up, the side of his knee, the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, thumbing at the indentions of his hips. Seunghyun held his breath as Jiyong neared the straining bulge in his underwear, heart tapping a frantic against his ribcage as his mouth hovered over it, but then groaned when Jiyong bypassed it in favor of his navel, kissing and stroking his way back up Seunghyun’s chest till he rediscovered his mouth.Jiyong’s hand d lazy patterns over Seunghyun’s chest as they kissed, as their lips molded, tongues tangling. His palm touched over Seunghyun’s heart, the same way it did that day Seunghyun gave him permission to touch him, territory he was determined to claim.“Your heart’s beating so fast,” Jiyong whispered.Seunghyun responded with a soft chuckle, lips just a hairsbreadth away, “I’m nervous.”“Why? It’s just me.”“That’s why.” Seunghyun let his hand wander over the dip in Jiyong’s waist, let his gaze follow to appreciate the sight of his hand on Jiyong’s skin. “You are so y.” Jiyong let out a little snort, and Seunghyun’s eyes rose back up to look at him. “What? You don’t believe me?”Jiyong shrugged, looking away. “I just know your type.”Seunghyun saw the way Jiyong’s arm folded in front of his chest, a gesture so natural that he wouldn’t have recognized it for what it was if he wasn’t such an expert at concealing his own body. His heart ached at the role he’d played in making Jiyong feel insecure.“I have a new type,” Seunghyun rumbled, pulling Jiyong’s body flush with his, tilting his hips forward so Jiyong could feel just how much his body pleased him, just how little reason he had to be insecure. “I don’t want anyone else.”Jiyong opened back up at his touch, a lily blossoming under the sun. He held Seunghyun’s gaze for a long, vulnerable moment before darting in and seizing his lips, pushing Seunghyun’s mouth open with his, and ing his tongue deep inside. Jiyong threw his whole body into the kiss, grinding hips and scrabbling hands, a wave of insistence that crashed over Seunghyun before pulling him under. Seunghyun got drunk off of it, the way Jiyong moved, the drift of hands and the blunt bite of nails, oh so drunk, just a passenger along for the ride. Jiyong writhed against him, insistent in his arms, demanding in a way Seunghyun would’ve expected had he given it more thought. Jiyong was bossy in everything else he did; why should this be any different?Seunghyun was so caught up in the frenzy of their mouths that he didn’t realize what Jiyong was doing at first when he went for his underwear, but then he felt the hook of Jiyong’s thumbs in his waistband, and liquid heat shot straight down to his . He helped Jiyong push them off with none of the self-consciousness he’d experienced earlier, too now to care about his own ness. Jiyong moved on to his own underwear next, and Seunghyun thought that was an even better idea, his hands squeezing impatiently at Jiyong’s hips as he squirmed out of them.Jiyong was back on him as soon as they were bare, mouth just as frantic, hips just as eager, facing each other on their sides. Seunghyun could feel their s pressing together in a mirror of their mouths, his heart pumping at the feel. Tentative hands turned bold as they slid lower on Jiyong’s back, cupping his bottom and dragging him harder against him. Jiyong ed his approval, mouth tilting into a sharp slant to kiss Seunghyun even deeper.Jiyong finally broke away, up the entire length of his hand, getting it filthy and slick, before reaching into the narrow space between them to gather their , stroking them together in the wet heat of his hand. Seunghyun aimed his chin down so he could see, transfixed by the sight of their sliding together, pretty and flushed and leaking precome. He was quite a bit bigger than Jiyong. He liked that, he decided, as he watched their rub together. Liked the way Jiyong’s smaller head looked pressed against his larger one.Jiyong twisted his wrist just so, and Seunghyun’s eyes fell shut, a low rising in the back of his throat, and when he opened t
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