Jiyong pulled his hand away, and Seunghyun nearly protested – he didn’t like that at all – but then Jiyong was sliding his way down, flattening Seunghyun’s hips against the mattress as he went.
Seunghyun watched with wide eyes as Jiyong a hot stripe up his , all the way from root to tip, swirling his tongue around the head before pressing the point of it into the slit. Seunghyun’s hips jumped. Jiyong chuckled and pinned them back down.
“You know,” Jiyong began, casually jacking him with his hand, “I’ve imagined this a lot, too. I always thought I’d take my time with it, if I ever got the chance, that I’d spend hours just teasing you. Savoring it.”
Seunghyun’s chest rose and fell, eyes fixed on the sight of Jiyong’s hand on his , growing more and more with each word Jiyong said. Jiyong paused in his monologue to one of Seunghyun’s balls into his mouth, rolling it gently on his tongue, and Seunghyun hissed, pressing his head back into the mattress.
“But then you had to go and insult my skills,” Jiyong continued, pushing one of Seunghyun’s legs out so he could dip his finger between his cheeks and drag it up the seam of him. Seunghyun jerked, a strange jolt of pleasure shooting through him. Jiyong smirked from his position between Seunghyun’s legs, stroking at the skin behind his balls.
Seunghyun stared at him, eyes wide, too speechless to say anything.
“Anyway,” Jiyong began again, as if he hadn’t just run his finger over Seunghyun’s , “you doubted me, so I guess the teasing will have to wait till next time.”
Seunghyun blinked at him, barely able to string two thoughts together. All he got was “teasing” and “next time,” before Jiyong finally took him in his mouth, making those words float away along with the others.
He wanted to watch – he tried to watch – but Jiyong’s mouth was so hot, and his tongue felt so good, lips wrapped around him so tight. Jiyong’s mouth moved along the entire length of him, cheeks hollowing out with each filthy , humming as he worked, the vibrations of it reverberating all the way down to Seunghyun’s toes, making them curl. Jiyong d his hips and pet his thighs – his trembling, shuddering thighs – swallowed him so far down the head knocked against the back of Jiyong’s throat, nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base.
It was all over embarrassingly fast, Jiyong humming in satisfaction as he swallowed down the last of the evidence.
Jiyong crawled up and propped himself up on Seunghyun’s chest when it was over, smirking as Seunghyun struggled to get his breathing back under control. “I told you I was good.”
Seunghyun couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed at his smugness, too blissed out from his . He just gave Jiyong a dopey grin. “I’ll last longer next time, I swear.”
Jiyong chuckled against him, nuzzling fondly at his jaw. “But we’re not even done with this time.” His hand reached out for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and Seunghyun was right back at attention, eyes following Jiyong’s every move to see what happened next.
Jiyong lay back down on the mattress beside him, squirting a generous amount of lube into his hand before abandoning the bottle altogether. Seunghyun watched as Jiyong reached slick fingers down between his legs. He couldn’t see exactly what Jiyong was doing from this angle, but he could imagine it from the way his hand moved, the wet sounds it made, the openmouthed pleasure on his face. Jiyong pressed his feet flat against the mattress to leverage his hips up, a soft spilling out at whatever difference that made.
“Does it really feel that good?” Seunghyun asked, curious.
Jiyong smiled, half-delirious. “So good.”
Seunghyun looked down to see that he was half-hard again already, taken with the idea of Jiyong making those same blissful faces while on his . “Can I…?” he asked, reaching forward without knowing what he was reaching for.
Jiyong nodded, fingers sliding out to give Seunghyun room to replace them. “Yes,” he sighed. “Please, touch me.”
Seunghyun went still, nervousness catching up to his lust. He suddenly felt so far in over his head, without the first clue as to how to go about touching Jiyong. He’d girls before. Was this anything like that?
Jiyong seemed to guess the problem. “It’s okay,” he reassured. “I’ll walk you through it.”
Seunghyun in his bottom lip, still a little unsure, but then slowly reached down between Jiyong’s legs and found where he was hot and messy and slick. He ran his finger back and forth over his opening, felt it spasm at each gentle touch.
Jiyong rocked down on his hand. “Put it in me.”
The order sent a jolt of lust through him so strong it left him feeling weak. His fingers tingled as he moved to do as Jiyong said, sliding one slowly up inside. It was hot and tight, delicious muscles fluttering around him as he slid further in, past the second knuckle, snug around him as he started to gently in and out.
Jiyong ดึงมือเขาออกไป และ Seunghyun เกือบปฏิเสธ– เขาไม่ชอบที่ทั้งหมด- แต่แล้ว Jiyong ถูกเลื่อนเขาลง แบนสะโพกของ Seunghyun กับนอน ตามเขาไปSeunghyun ดูกว้างตาเป็น Jiyong ลายร้อนขึ้นเขา ทางจากรากจรดปลาย แยกลิ้นรอบหัวก่อนกดจุดของมันเข้าไปในร่อง สะโพกของ Seunghyun เพิ่มขึ้น Jiyong เบา ๆ และตรึงกลับลง"คุณรู้ว่า Jiyong เริ่ม ลวกไม่ให้ยกเขา ด้วยมือของเขา "ฉันเคย คิดนี้มาก เกินไป ผมมักจะคิดว่า ฉันใช้เวลากับมัน ถ้ามีโอกาสเคย ว่า ฉันจะใช้เวลาเพียงแค่ล้อเล่นคุณ ลิ้มรสมัน"หน้าอกของ Seunghyun กุหลาบ และ ตก ตาที่คงที่ในสายตาของ Jiyong มือบนเขา เติบโตขึ้นกับแต่ละคำ Jiyong กล่าวว่า Jiyong หยุดชั่วคราวในเขาพรุ่งนี้ลูกของ Seunghyun อย่างใดอย่างหนึ่งเข้าไปในปากของเขา กลิ้งเบา ๆ บนลิ้น และ Seunghyun hissed กดหัวของเขากลับเข้าไปนอน"แต่แล้ว ก็ต้องไป และดูถูกทักษะของฉัน Jiyong ยังคง ผลักดันของ Seunghyun ขาออกอย่างใดอย่างหนึ่งเพื่อให้เขาสามารถจุ่มนิ้วของเขาระหว่างแก้มของเขา และลากขึ้นตะเข็บของเขา Seunghyun jerked กระตุกแปลกของความสุขที่ถ่ายผ่านเขา Jiyong smirked จากตำแหน่งของเขาระหว่างขาของ Seunghyun ลูบที่ผิวหลังลูกของเขาSeunghyun จ้องไปที่เขา กว้าง ตาพูดเกินไปที่จะพูดอะไร“Anyway,” Jiyong began again, as if he hadn’t just run his finger over Seunghyun’s , “you doubted me, so I guess the teasing will have to wait till next time.”Seunghyun blinked at him, barely able to string two thoughts together. All he got was “teasing” and “next time,” before Jiyong finally took him in his mouth, making those words float away along with the others.He wanted to watch – he tried to watch – but Jiyong’s mouth was so hot, and his tongue felt so good, lips wrapped around him so tight. Jiyong’s mouth moved along the entire length of him, cheeks hollowing out with each filthy , humming as he worked, the vibrations of it reverberating all the way down to Seunghyun’s toes, making them curl. Jiyong d his hips and pet his thighs – his trembling, shuddering thighs – swallowed him so far down the head knocked against the back of Jiyong’s throat, nose pressing into the coarse hair at the base.It was all over embarrassingly fast, Jiyong humming in satisfaction as he swallowed down the last of the evidence.Jiyong crawled up and propped himself up on Seunghyun’s chest when it was over, smirking as Seunghyun struggled to get his breathing back under control. “I told you I was good.”Seunghyun couldn’t find it in himself to be annoyed at his smugness, too blissed out from his . He just gave Jiyong a dopey grin. “I’ll last longer next time, I swear.”Jiyong chuckled against him, nuzzling fondly at his jaw. “But we’re not even done with this time.” His hand reached out for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and Seunghyun was right back at attention, eyes following Jiyong’s every move to see what happened next.Jiyong lay back down on the mattress beside him, squirting a generous amount of lube into his hand before abandoning the bottle altogether. Seunghyun watched as Jiyong reached slick fingers down between his legs. He couldn’t see exactly what Jiyong was doing from this angle, but he could imagine it from the way his hand moved, the wet sounds it made, the openmouthed pleasure on his face. Jiyong pressed his feet flat against the mattress to leverage his hips up, a soft spilling out at whatever difference that made.“Does it really feel that good?” Seunghyun asked, curious.Jiyong smiled, half-delirious. “So good.”Seunghyun looked down to see that he was half-hard again already, taken with the idea of Jiyong making those same blissful faces while on his . “Can I…?” he asked, reaching forward without knowing what he was reaching for.Jiyong nodded, fingers sliding out to give Seunghyun room to replace them. “Yes,” he sighed. “Please, touch me.”Seunghyun went still, nervousness catching up to his lust. He suddenly felt so far in over his head, without the first clue as to how to go about touching Jiyong. He’d girls before. Was this anything like that?Jiyong seemed to guess the problem. “It’s okay,” he reassured. “I’ll walk you through it.”Seunghyun in his bottom lip, still a little unsure, but then slowly reached down between Jiyong’s legs and found where he was hot and messy and slick. He ran his finger back and forth over his opening, felt it spasm at each gentle touch.Jiyong rocked down on his hand. “Put it in me.”The order sent a jolt of lust through him so strong it left him feeling weak. His fingers tingled as he moved to do as Jiyong said, sliding one slowly up inside. It was hot and tight, delicious muscles fluttering around him as he slid further in, past the second knuckle, snug around him as he started to gently in and out.
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