And then they were kissing again, deep, ravenous kisses that made Seunghyun want to slide under Jiyong’s skin and never come out again. His bulk pressed Jiyong down into the mattress, and Jiyong welcomed it, hitching a leg up over Seunghyun’s hip to drag him further in, guiding him into a gentle rocking that left them both desperate for more.
Soon, Jiyong’s hands were tugging at his back, squeezing at his to coax him into a more urgent pace, and Seunghyun fell into the new rhythm, hips notched tight, groaning as their s pressed together through their jeans. That was Jiyong’s , he thought bizarrely. He was grinding against another guy’s . A strange heat shot through his lower belly at the realization. He dragged his hips over Jiyong’s to feel it again.
Jiyong tore his mouth away, gasping. “I want you so bad,” he said, clutching hard at Seunghyun’s back, blunt nails digging into muscle through his shirt.
Seunghyun dropped his head into the dip of Jiyong’s shoulder. “Me too,” he panted. He could feel the wet heat of Jiyong’s breaths against his neck. “But maybe we should slow down. I don’t want you to think this is all I’m after.”
Jiyong chuckled beneath him. “If you wanna slow down, then okay. But I’m fine.” His voice turned to honey in Seunghyun’s ear, “You can me right now if you want.”
Seunghyun squeezed his eyes shut at Jiyong’s brazenness. “Jesus, Jiyong. Shouldn’t I at least take you out first?”
Giggling, Jiyong slipped a leg in between Seunghyun’s and pressed up, “You’ve taken me out loads of times,” rubbed against him with his thigh, whispering hot into his ear, “Don’t you want me?”
Seunghyun’s strained in his pants, against the heavenly friction Jiyong’s thigh offered. He nodded helplessly against Jiyong’s throat.
“Then wait here,” Jiyong whispered, pushing Seunghyun off to the side and slipping out from under him. “I’ll be right back.”
Seunghyun sat up on the bed with his arms braced behind him and waited for Jiyong to come back. He felt like a bumbling all over again, nervous for his first time.
When Jiyong returned, he locked the door behind him and made his way back over to the bed, dark eyes gleaming with each slow step. He set a bottle of lube down on the nightstand along with a long string of condoms, and Seunghyun swallowed. Just how many of those did Jiyong think they needed?
Jiyong held his gaze as his hands found the bottom hem of his shirt, sliding it up over his head before letting it flutter to the floor. Seunghyun drank in the sight of him, a sharp spike of lust shooting through him at the slender lines of Jiyong’s torso, s drawn into two hardened peaks. Seunghyun wanted to put his mouth on them, wanted to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked. He’d seen Jiyong shirtless a hundred times, but it had never felt like this, like a woman bearing herself to his eyes.
Jiyong’s hands landed on his fly next, undoing it with a slow hiss of the zip. He pushed his pants slowly over his hips, every move a seduction, the flick of his gaze, the brush of his hands over his own skin, sensual. Seunghyun knew he was being seduced even as it happened, but he stepped into the snare with eyes wide open.
Bare of all but his underwear, Jiyong poured himself into Seunghyun’s lap. He kissed him again, a feathery brush of lips designed to tease, hands dragging down Seunghyun’s chest before settling on the hem of his shirt. “Can I?” he whispered, seeking permission for a privilege Seunghyun rarely allowed.
A voice in the back of Seunghyun’s head railed at being exposed, but he steeled himself against it and nodded his head. Jiyong pulled his shirt up slowly, reverently, like he was unveiling a treasured artifact thought lost to the ages, delicate hands tracing the lines of muscle once the shirt was cast off.
Seunghyun fidgeted under the intensity of Jiyong’s gaze. “If I’d known we’d be doing this, I would’ve done some crunches,” he tried to joke.
Jiyong didn’t laugh. He just shook his head, solemn, still soaking up the sight of Seunghyun’s bare chest, fingertips brushing over his s. “You’re perfect.”
Seunghyun’s breath hitched as Jiyong came closer, lips finding their way to Seunghyun’s neck, hot and wet, with the blunt scrape of teeth. He closed his eyes as Jiyong bit down on his collarbone, both eager and shy under all his ministrations. Jiyong flattened his palms over Seunghyun’s pecs and gently pushed him back against the mattress to give him a more convenient canvas to work with, mouth and hands painting over all the skin Seunghyun guarded so jealously.
แล้ว พวกเขามีจูบอีก ลึก จูบหิวที่ Seunghyun ต้องการภาพนิ่งภายใต้ผิวของ Jiyong และไม่เคยออกมาอีก จำนวนมากของเขากด Jiyong เข้านอน และ Jiyong ยินดี hitching เป็นขาขึ้นเหนือสะโพกของ Seunghyun ลากเขาเพิ่มเติมใน ชี้แนะเขาในการโยกเบา ๆ ที่เหลือพวกเขาทั้งหมดหวังสำหรับข้อมูลเพิ่มเติมเร็ว ๆ นี้ มือของ Jiyong ได้เพื่อที่หลัง บีบที่เขาคะยั้นคะยอเขาเป็นเร่งด่วนมากขึ้นก้าว และ Seunghyun ลดลงเป็นจังหวะใหม่ สะโพกทั้งกลม groaning เป็น s พวกเขากดเข้าด้วยกันผ่านกางเกงยีนส์ ที่ถูก Jiyong เขาคิดว่า bizarrely เขาถูกบดกับของคนอื่น ความร้อนแปลกถ่ายผ่านหน้าท้องของเขาต่ำที่ก่อให้เกิด เขาลากสะโพกของเขาผ่าน Jiyong รู้สึกอีกครั้งJiyong ฉีกห่างออกไป ปากของเขา gasping "ต้องการคุณเลว เขากล่าวว่า กำหนักที่ด้านหลังของ Seunghyun ทื่อเล็บขุดเข้าไปในกล้ามเนื้อผ่านเสื้อเชิ้ตของเขาSeunghyun ลดลงหัวใน dip ของไหล่ของ Jiyong "ผม " เขา panted เขาอาจรู้สึกหายใจของ Jiyong ร้อนเปียกกับคอของเขา "แต่บางทีเราควรช้าลง ฉันไม่ต้องคุณคิดเป็นทั้งหมด:หลังจาก"Jiyong เบา ๆ ใต้เขา "ถ้าคุณต้องการทำงานช้าลง แล้วโอเค แต่สบายดี" เสียงของเขากลายเป็นน้ำผึ้งของ Seunghyun หู "คุณสามารถฉันตอนนี้ถ้าคุณต้อง"Seunghyun คั้นตาปิดที่ brazenness ของ Jiyong "เยซู Jiyong ไม่ควรน้อยพาคุณก่อน"Giggling, Jiyong slipped a leg in between Seunghyun’s and pressed up, “You’ve taken me out loads of times,” rubbed against him with his thigh, whispering hot into his ear, “Don’t you want me?”Seunghyun’s strained in his pants, against the heavenly friction Jiyong’s thigh offered. He nodded helplessly against Jiyong’s throat.“Then wait here,” Jiyong whispered, pushing Seunghyun off to the side and slipping out from under him. “I’ll be right back.”Seunghyun sat up on the bed with his arms braced behind him and waited for Jiyong to come back. He felt like a bumbling all over again, nervous for his first time.When Jiyong returned, he locked the door behind him and made his way back over to the bed, dark eyes gleaming with each slow step. He set a bottle of lube down on the nightstand along with a long string of condoms, and Seunghyun swallowed. Just how many of those did Jiyong think they needed?Jiyong held his gaze as his hands found the bottom hem of his shirt, sliding it up over his head before letting it flutter to the floor. Seunghyun drank in the sight of him, a sharp spike of lust shooting through him at the slender lines of Jiyong’s torso, s drawn into two hardened peaks. Seunghyun wanted to put his mouth on them, wanted to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked. He’d seen Jiyong shirtless a hundred times, but it had never felt like this, like a woman bearing herself to his eyes.Jiyong’s hands landed on his fly next, undoing it with a slow hiss of the zip. He pushed his pants slowly over his hips, every move a seduction, the flick of his gaze, the brush of his hands over his own skin, sensual. Seunghyun knew he was being seduced even as it happened, but he stepped into the snare with eyes wide open. Bare of all but his underwear, Jiyong poured himself into Seunghyun’s lap. He kissed him again, a feathery brush of lips designed to tease, hands dragging down Seunghyun’s chest before settling on the hem of his shirt. “Can I?” he whispered, seeking permission for a privilege Seunghyun rarely allowed.A voice in the back of Seunghyun’s head railed at being exposed, but he steeled himself against it and nodded his head. Jiyong pulled his shirt up slowly, reverently, like he was unveiling a treasured artifact thought lost to the ages, delicate hands tracing the lines of muscle once the shirt was cast off.Seunghyun fidgeted under the intensity of Jiyong’s gaze. “If I’d known we’d be doing this, I would’ve done some crunches,” he tried to joke.Jiyong didn’t laugh. He just shook his head, solemn, still soaking up the sight of Seunghyun’s bare chest, fingertips brushing over his s. “You’re perfect.”Seunghyun’s breath hitched as Jiyong came closer, lips finding their way to Seunghyun’s neck, hot and wet, with the blunt scrape of teeth. He closed his eyes as Jiyong bit down on his collarbone, both eager and shy under all his ministrations. Jiyong flattened his palms over Seunghyun’s pecs and gently pushed him back against the mattress to give him a more convenient canvas to work with, mouth and hands painting over all the skin Seunghyun guarded so jealously.
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