Seunghyun squeezed there instead, hard enough to feel Jiyong’s bones shift, digging his fingers in as Jiyong ed down on him. It was slow, unbearably so, the way Jiyong ground his over Seunghyun’s lap.
“Please,” Seunghyun begged, pushing up into his heat. “I need —”
Those were the magic words, the ones Jiyong had been waiting for. His lips curled as he picked up the pace, rocking down on him more insistently, bouncing on his . Seunghyun watched, entranced, as Jiyong rode him, as he rose almost the whole way off before sinking down again, Seunghyun’s glistening before disappearing back up inside him.
It was the most thing he’d ever seen, the flush of Jiyong’s cheeks as he moved, the way it extended all the way down his chest and over his rolling hips, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead. Jiyong ed the same way he danced, all dark eyes and lithe grace, lower lip caught between his teeth. Seunghyun was unbelievably close again just from watching him. Jiyong felt how close he was and raised back up, suspending over Seunghyun’s hips with only the head still inside.
“I thought you were gonna last longer this time,” Jiyong teased.
Seunghyun pushed his hips up, seeking out Jiyong’s heat again, but Jiyong chuckled and kept himself out of reach. Seunghyun groaned at the loss. “What happened to all that bragging about how fast you get could me off?”
Giggling, Jiyong swiveled his hips in a teasing curve. “I already did that.”
Seunghyun’s mouth fell open in helpless bliss as Jiyong sank back down on him. “What about you?” he asked, breathless. “How do I get you off?”
Jiyong bit down on his lip, eyes darting over Seunghyun’s face. “Do you want to?”
Seunghyun hadn’t given it much thought before he’d said it, but now it was all he could think of, Jiyong coming undone on his , begging for his touch, making those same needy sounds from earlier. “Yeah,” he said, mouth dry.
“Then come here,” Jiyong said, tugging him up until he was sitting, letting out a pretty sigh at the change in angle, his face falling into the dip of Seunghyun’s shoulder to press a wet kiss there. “God, you feel so good.”
The words flooded Seunghyun’s chest with heat, all thoughts of his own pleasure gone, focused only on Jiyong now. “Show me what to do,” he whispered.
Jiyong’s eyes went dark, pupils blown wide. He brought one of Seunghyun’s hands up, holding his gaze as he ran his tongue all over Seunghyun’s palm. Seunghyun’s twitched at how obscene it was.
Jiyong then curled Seunghyun’s wet hand around his . “Touch me,” he said. “Like you’d touch yourself.”
Seunghyun stared down at Jiyong’s in his hand, squeezing experimentally around it, feeling the silky texture of it. The shape was familiar in his hand, not as thick as his, but similar enough for him to start stroking with confidence. It took a couple pulls for him to adjust to the slight difference in angle, but then his fist was gliding over him, a twist of his wrist each time he reached the head.
“This okay?” he breathed. Jiyong nodded, finding his lips again, shoving his tongue inside as he started rocking in time with Seunghyun’s .
Jiyong pressed his face into the crook of Seunghyun’s shoulder and whimpered, hips growing frantic, so frantic that Seunghyun gave up on trying to him, just formed a loose fist for Jiyong to into. Jiyong bounced and squirmed on his , whining when he couldn’t reach what he was grasping for.
“Talk to me,” Jiyong gasped, fingers tangling painfully in Seunghyun’s sweat-slick hair.
“About what?”
“Anything. I don’t care.” His thighs trembled and quaked, muscles close to giving out. “I wanna hear your voice.”
Seunghyun’s brain stalled, no idea what to say. He was quiet for too long.
“Oppa,” Jiyong whined, chastising, demanding, and lust rocked through Seunghyun harder than anything he’d ever experienced before, a hot rush down his spine that flooded into his . His hands caught Jiyong by the hips to help guide him, thumbing there before sliding underneath his , using his new grip to lift Jiyong up and slam him back down on his , taking over where Jiyong’s legs had given out.
“I love when you call me that,” Seunghyun rumbled, teeth bared against Jiyong’s throat. “It gets me so hot.”
Jiyong nodded, mewling, eyes squeezed tightly shut. His hand dipped into the heat between them to squeeze at his .