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“Stand here… yes, right there. Then I’ll—“
“Dongsik-ssi, are you sure it’ll fit?”
“Yes, yes, it’ll fit. You’ll see.”
They’re in the living area of Joowon’s apartment in Seoul, the new and bigger couch feeling soft and solid as Dongsik sits on it, directing Joowon to stand on the end facing the Seoul skyline, and then lying down beneath him.
Anticipation bubbles in him, simmering since Joowon answered “deepthroating” when Dongsik asked if there’s something he wanted to try that they haven’t done yet in the short time they’ve been together. Dongsik wonders if it's still part of the honeymoon phase, but Joowon’s shyness is still so damn endearing that he wants to do everything to and for him.
Just like now, with him naked on the couch. Above him, Joowon stands shirtless with his pants hanging low enough in his thighs to free his hard cock, glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Dongsik licks his lips at the sight.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Dongsik grins, his head hanging off of the arm of the couch where he’s resting his shoulders. Just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, Joowon is there to support him, hands cradling the back of his head and raising him up a little. “Aigoo, it won’t work that way, Joowon-ah.”
“What?” Joowon’s voice is coming a little raspy now, like it does when he’s turned on. And Dongsik wants it broken in pleasure, broken in gasps and moans because of how good he’s making him feel. Fuck, but Joowon has awaken something in him.
“You can’t choke me with your dick if you do that,” He raises a hand to stroke the column of his neck, in the same languid pace he does to his cock, and sees Joowon’s gaze dart across his body. “And I do think you very much like to choke me with your cock.”
“You’ll let me know if it’s too much, right?” Joowon leans down, pressing a kiss on Dongsik’s cheek. Dongsik cants his head a little to the side, catching his lips in a kiss that leaves both of them panting.
“I’ll tap you here, three times.” He does so on Joowon’s hip, “Now, come here, Joowon-ah.”
Joowon still looks a bit hesitant, his brows knitted in a frown, yet his lips are slightly parted and his gaze keeps shifting between Dongsik’s lips and cock. Letting him ponder on it a bit, Dongsik begins stroking his cock, reaching for Joowon’s hand and wrapping his fingers around his neck.
“Dongsik-ssi,” Oh, Joowon gasping his name is such a sweet, sweet sound. But Dongsik can only extend so much patience, not when the heat pooling in his gut is a constant thrum, and especially not when Joowon is second-guessing what he wants.
“I said come here, Joowon-ah. Don’t make me say it again, hm?”
A short whine, a furious nod, and then Dongsik feels Joowon’s hands bracketing his head on the arm of the couch. And there, the soft and wet brush of his cock on Dongsik’s lips, the slightly salty tang of precum when he takes the head into his mouth. Dongsik hums, letting his body relax with a sigh, and Joowon must have taken it as the invitation that it is and pushes a little further in.
Dongsik savors it—the taste, the feel of soft skin on his tongue. Joowon slides out and Dongsik dips the tip of his tongue on the slit to catch the precum, swirling it around the head. He hears Joowon curse, shifting his hand from the arm of the couch to rest on the back of it, looming over Dongsik even more, his hips bucking and pushing himself further inside that Dongsik has to stretch his neck and suck a little harder. He mouths at the length when Joowon pulls out, and Dongsik shudders at the heavy weight of his cock on his cheek, making a mess of saliva and precum.
“Oh fuck, Dongsik-ssi,” Joowon moans, pushing deeper when Dongsik opens his mouth wide again. And the stretch is so fucking delicious, the girth of Joowon’s cock perfect, and Dongsik whines at the thought of how his jaw would ache later, how hard he’ll cum while that dick fucks and chokes him.
The world shrinks into the space Joowon has made for him, hands braced again on either side of Dongsik’s head on the arm of the couch, the scent of arousal mixing with the smoky and floral undertones of Joowon’s perfume. The wet squelching of Joowon’s cock in his mouth chorusing with the deep timber of his voice cracking in a moan or a curse is loud and filthy in the silence of the room. And Dongsik knows he can make him speak more, make Joowon lose his grip on that control he holds so tightly, the same control that is stopping him from thrusting with abandon, from defiling Dongsik’s mouth and taking what he wants.
And so Dongsik takes control of those shallow thrusts with a hand on Joowon’s ass, takes a deep breath through his nose before pulling him further into his mouth and Dongsik fucking likes it, groans at the fullness in his mouth, his cock twitching on his stomach as he feels the hot, silky slide of joowon’s dick on his tongue grow deeper and deeper until it’s met with resistance and Dongsik has to tighten his hold on Joowon to stop him from pulling away.
“Fuck, fuck— oh shit, Dongsik-ssi, your mouth I—“
Dongsik’s reply is a moan, one that he knows reverberates from his chest to his mouth and onto Joowon's cock. It’s a tight fucking fit, but so so heady in its feeling that when the head of Joowon’s cock pops past the pharynx—
“Dongsik! Ah—” Joowon is trembling above him, his thighs straining against the couch as he holds himself still. “Fuck, Lee Dongsik-ssi!”
Ah, but Joowon’s moans are growing in desperation already. Dongsik holds him there for a moment, savoring the feeling of a huge, hard dick blocking his airway.
“Dongsik…” Joowon’s voice is breathless now, “Your—“ He feels Joowon’s hand touch his neck and moans, squirming on the couch as Joowon thrusts once, twice, three times and holding it there for a beat as Dongsik gags before pulling away entirely, his hand still on Dongsik’s neck.
Fuck, Dongsik shudders as he takes a deep breath, coughing a bit before licking his lips. He has a hand around the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming and the other holding onto the back of Joowon’s thigh. Sparks of pleasure ricochet through his nerves and he releases one last trembling breath before speaking.
“Why’d you stop?” His voice sounds wrecked, whiny, and he knows his eyes are shining with tears from the exertion as he looks up at Joowon.
Above him, Joowon looks like a mess, his hair messy like he’s been running his fingers through it, cheeks flushed a charming pink and his lips are red like he’s been biting at it. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Joowon-ah. Now do it again.” And just because he knows exactly how to rile Han Joowon up, Dongsik says, smirking. “I told you to choke me on your cock until I cum. You haven’t delivered yet, Inspector Han.”
And then Joowon places a hand on the base of Dongsik’s neck, lines up his cock on his mouth, and begins to thrust. He pushes all the way inside and then out, sliding slowly against Dongsik’s tongue before pushing down as he slides back in; fucking deep and hard just as Dongsik likes it, lets him know with a moan and a hand wrapped around his own dick, jerking himself off in time with Joowon’s thrusts. And it feels so fucking good to be surrounded by Han Joowon again, his own body cooperating and accommodating each time the head hits the back of his throat, pushing harder and harder as Joowon’s hesitance dissipates.
Dongsik is a squirming, whimpering mess on the couch, arching his back to get more of Joowon’s dick as he throws a leg on the back of the couch so he can finger himself. Joowon’s hips stutters and he’s pulling at Dongsik’s hand before he could reach his hole, dick pressed so deep inside his mouth that all Dongsik could do is whine as Joowon pushes two of Dongsik's fingers in his mouth, laving his tongue around the digits until they come off wet enough to his satisfaction.
“Fuck your ass while I fuck your mouth, Dongsik-ssi.”
Dongsik keens at the words, the spike of arousal so heady that he has to stop himself from stroking his cock in fear of cumming too soon. Heat pools warm and heavy in his gut, climbing and climbing towards the peak.
Joowon resumes his thrusts, fucking his cock deep into Dongsik’s mouth. He spreads his legs and does as Joowon said, pressing a finger inside himself and keening at the stretch, he’s still a little loose and wet from earlier. Fuck. Joowon is thrusting faster now, desperate than he was before, and the sound it makes is absolutely fucking filthy, going straight to Dongsik’s dick and he’s almost there, the orgasm building higher and higher as his lungs burn, his head swimming, and he’s whining and there, almost, fuck—
“Dongsik-ssi, your throat—“
Joowon’s hand falls onto Dongsik’s throat again, not quite pressing but present and heavy in its touch, and Dongsik’s eyes snap open as Joowon runs two fingers on the bulge in his throat, emphasizing the size, then slightly presses at it as he thrusts back in. And fuck— he’s so fucking close and everything feels so damn good, and he’s pushing another finger inside him, wincing a little at the dryness and hikes his leg higher on the back of the couch so he could reach deeper and deeper.
“Dongsik— Dongsik-ssi, fuck please— I’m close, I’m so close, ah—”
He chokes on Joowon’s cock, trying to match the rhythm of the thrusts in his mouth with that of his hand on his own cock. His shoulders dig onto the arm of the couch, tilting his head further back, and the angle hits just right because Joowon is folding himself over him, groaning loudly as he holds himself still for a beat before his hand wraps around Dongsik's neck and he’s pumping his hips again in short, aborted thrusts that keeps the head of his cock on Dongsik’s throat—
“I’m going to cum— fuck, Dongsik, please, please can I cum in your mouth— oh, fuck— please I want to cum in your mouth, Dongsik—”
And Dongsik is right there on the edge with him, and he can feel himself needing to breathe any second now, and he needs to fucking cum, and his hand is working his cock, fingers fucking his ass and Joowon is squeezing his fingers around his neck and—
“Dongsik!”
Joowon pulls back a little, shooting his cum on Dongsik’s tongue, compensating for the loss of pressure on Dongsik’s throat by tightening the hand he has around his neck and Dongsik is thrown over the edge, drowning in cum and close to sobbing as his orgasm wracks through his body, lighting everything up until he’s trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crests through his body.
His legs are still shaking as the pleasure slowly abates, pulling his fingers out of his hole and his hand away from his still twitching cock. Above him, Joowon is a panting mess, cheeks flushed and hair falling across his forehead. The head of his cock still inside Dongsik’s mouth, the slit still dribbling with small amounts of cum. Humming, Dongsik swallows the cum in his mouth, suckling on the tip of Joowon’s cock until he’s whining and pulling away. Only to slowly pull Dongsik up, sit behind him, and hug Dongsik to his chest, hiding his face in the crook of Dongsik’s neck and shoulder.
“Dongsik-ssi, are you okay?”
Dongsik chuckles, turning his head a little to kiss his temple. Somehow, he thinks Joowon prefers that to him running saliva-slicked fingers through his hair. “Yes, very much so, Joowon-ah.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No,” He places another kiss, this time on Joowon’s cheek as he pulls back a little, “It was good for me. You?”
Joowon nods, kissing Dongsik’s bare shoulder, “Yes, it was very good for me. Fuck, Dongsik-ssi.” And then he’s hiding again on Dongsik’s neck and Dongsik is laughing at the tremble that wracks Joowon. “Don’t laugh, Dongsik-ssi.”
“You’re so cute, Inspector Han Joowon.”
Dongsik lets himself be pushed to his side, tilting his body until Joowon can kiss him on the mouth, slipping his tongue inside and moaning. The kiss grows deep and hungry that Dongsik can’t help but follow Joowon’s lips when he pulls away.
“You’re very cute to me too, Lee Dongsik-ssi.”