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Kim Dokja was unbelievably pretty when he was embarrassed. Having the usually talkative man so flustered and submissive, pressed desperately into the warmth of his body—it was more than satisfying. From this angle, Yoo Joonghyuk could appreciate the way Kim Dokja’s mouth fell open every time he teased over the skin just below his pectorals, threatening, but never once giving the direct gratification of pleasure.
The flush of his face continued downwards towards the two erect, untouched buds on display for him and only him, alluringly perky and soft. A full-body tremor made itself known to Yoo Joonghyuk after minutes and minutes of teasing. When his fingers fluttered up to give them some proper care, the reaction was immediate. Kim Dokja let out a long and choked sigh, shoulders slumping as he pressed back against the muscles behind him—muscles that were comfortably warm and solid.
It didn’t need to be emphasized how cute, wet and vulnerable Kim Dokja’s cock looked, straining a prominent hardness against his thigh. His frustrated moans, sweet in the air, were elicited out of him when Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands abandoned his nipples entirely to dig into the tender flesh of his thighs, holding him in place rather than urging him on. He didn’t get to protest though, not when knowing fingers dug into his entrance, curling in and spreading apart, his insides being prepared before his own dick could spill over. Kim Dokja gave way like putty in his arms, becoming malleable as his body betrayed his mind for the pleasure Yoo Joonghyuk promised him.
Eager, trembling hands reached back, tugging on the slacks Yoo Joonghyuk wore, making sure he wasn’t going to change his mind. But the moment the hard line of his thick erection was pressed against him, Kim Dokja knew there was no going back.
“Turn around,” Yoo Joonghyuk said—soft at first, deep with need. Kim Dokja’s eyes flickered upwards, meeting his own—looking at him in helpless, debauched bewilderment. As if he needed any assurance but for his words. Yoo Joonghyuk took a moment to admire the curves of Kim Dokja’s face, the slight flush that covered his entire body.
“Do you want me to—?” Kim Dokja put his hand on the prominent bulge in Yoo Joonghyuk’s trousers. There was an unsaid question that hung in the air, though both understood. He watched Yoo Joonghyuk look down in mild consideration, a lust clouding his eyes. His eyebrows raised up.
Kim Dokja didn’t give Yoo Joonghyuk a moment longer before his fingers went to take off his trousers. His dick sprung out of his confines, and Kim Dokja took no time before moving, taking Yoo Joonghyuk into his mouth.
Kim Dokja didn’t think he’d ever get used to having a mouthful like this. Girthy and almost too-big, it felt as though his senses were being flooded, only to be replaced with everything that reminded him of Yoo Joonghyuk. His smell, his warmth, and the pressure in his mouth of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock pressing a hot weight onto his tongue—it was more than enough to ground him, to prove that he was really here.
Kim Dokja pulled away only to lick a broad, slow stroke, dragging the flat of his tongue against the tip. The precum that dribbled out in a steady stream tasted salty-sweet, not too unpleasant. Swirling his tongue over the tip, he swallowed down the saliva that pooled in his mouth. The reaction from Yoo Joonghyuk was enough for him to keep going, as he clenched down onto the sheets with his fists whenever the suction was harder, or when Kim Dokja’s tongue rubbed along the sides with just the right amount or pressure. Kim Dokja took Yoo Joonghyuk deeper inside, his nose coming up to graze the pubic hairs, thick and musky.
He pulled back, a wet trail following his mouth. The saliva and precum from the tip was just about enough lubricant when Kim Dokja opened his mouth to take him again. Yoo Joonghyuk, keeping track of every movement, reached over to the back of Kim Dokja’s head, keeping him still on his cock. Struggling to take it all, Kim Dokja still found the chance to relax his jaw and allow it. His mouth felt full to bursting, and he breathed out a small noise, muffled and warm.
“Kim Dokja… Hah…” Yoo Joonghyuk let out a breath as he let Kim Dokja go. His throat still felt a little sore and raw, but he smiled a little. Yoo Joonghyuk looking this debauched—it really was a sight to see.
“Can I?” Kim Dokja asked. Holding Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock in one hand, he looked close to lowering himself on top of it.
Yoo Joonghyuk nodded once.
He didn’t wait another moment. With a steady pace, Kim Dokja let himself sink on top of Yoo Joonghyuk. The weight that pressed into him was something he didn’t realize he needed. A pressure—Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to fill every crevice, inch, inside of him, stretching him in ways he didn’t think was possible.
His breath was heavy as he sat himself completely on top of Yoo Joonghyuk, hands resting on the firm muscles of Yoo Joonghyuk’s abs as his chest rose and fell in an attempt to regain his senses. Kim Dokja closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being completely full, stuffed. A moan slipped out, unintentional. Yoo Joonghyuk responded with his own breath, eyes fluttering closed for just a second as the heat around him squeezed.
The view of Kim Dokja straddling his waist—eyes in shut in pure bliss as slight tears flowed across his face—was enough to make him reach up and cup Kim Dokja’s cheek, running a thumb over the tears, against the sharp edge of his cheekbone. Kim Dokja responded in kind, eyes fluttering open with a slightly parted mouth, the faintest hint of drool in the corner. He pressed a soft kiss onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand, just to reassure him—to reassure them both that they were here, they were real.
Kim Dokja was slowly taking more of Yoo Joonghyuk, inch by inch. The angle at which he pressed up into him made him feel the full length of the thick cock inside of him, with just the right amount of pressure in all the right spots. It felt almost unbearable—as if his body couldn’t contain something this large inside of it. But he forced himself to move, to inch up and down, his inner walls stretching apart and pulling at Yoo Joonghyuk until the very tip.
Yoo Joonghyuk placed his hand on his stomach, and Kim Dokja didn’t know what for until he looked down. The length of his cock made an impression on his belly every time he sunk down to take it in. Kim Dokja found himself flushing.
“Bas—tard…” Kim Dokja said, but it was devoid of any venom. If anything, it sounded like a prayer—a supplication—asking, no, pleading Yoo Joonghyuk to keep moving, keep pushing inside.
Yoo Joonghyuk grunted, picking up Kim Dokja easily as if he weighed nothing. As Kim Dokja looked in disbelief at Yoo Joonghyuk with a protest on his lips, the latter laid him back onto the bed, leaning over him, almost protective. He continued where Kim Dokja had stopped—pulling himself out before pressing in with more force than he expected. It was so hard to not fall apart right there and then, and Kim Dokja couldn't stop himself from crying out, soft and small, as the sound was being pushed out of him with the same amount of force.
The bed rocked beneath them as Yoo Joonghyuk held a knee against Kim Dokja, his leg folded and pushed back with the position. Kim Dokja didn't mind the position as long as his lover continued fucking him—but it didn’t take long for his legs to feel the strain as well as his insides, a delicious burn as he took all that Yoo Joonghyuk would give to him. Kim Dokja only watched with teary eyes, watching Yoo Joonghyuk fuck into him, the full length of his cock disappearing inside of him. It felt—It was—
His moans grew in volume, becoming high pitched and helpless. There was nothing but pleasure that his brain could register.
When Yoo Joonghyuk's dick thrusted right up to the deepest spot, hitting right where his prostate was, he didn’t have enough strength left to bite down on his cries. They echoed in the room, each of them punched out of him with Yoo Joonghyuk's powerful movements. Kim Dokja tried his hardest to stay quiet, to not make it so obvious how good it was feeling, how good Yoo Joonghyuk felt, and yet the sounds wouldn’t stop. His breathing was heavy as the movements rocked the bed, and Kim Dokja found himself arching into them, taking whatever Yoo Joonghyuk could give, hungry in a way that was new to him.
He was so close, the tether close to snapping, the end close to breaking—
Yoo Joonghyuk lifted him by the waist and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, swallowing every last sound.
With his mouth still parted open in short breaths, Yoo Jooonghyuk came inside of him. Kim Dokja reached an arm to wrap around his back, holding onto the warmth and familiarity as his lover finished his high with short, wrung out thrusts. Kim Dokja too found himself finishing, white settling over his eyes as he came.
As Yoo Joonghyuk tried to pull out, he let out a protesting noise, soft but loud enough for him to stay still. For now, they would lay in each other’s embrace, as if no one else existed in the world.