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They’ve lost track of how many sleepovers they’ve had at this point. It was routine for them now, their bodies moving naturally, so used to the motions. It was a familiar state of being, breath heavy and longing, bare skin hot and sweaty, cocks hard and aching, growing closer to release. But the hunger of arousal that cascaded through them was just as strong as the first time they shared a bed.
San’s eyes glazed down at Jongin splayed out beautifully in front of him, his tan skin shimmering in the dim light, his bright blonde hair messy and unstyled, his shoulder muscles flexed and statuesque. He looked best like this, San thought, with his face buried in the sheets, his back arched perfectly, his ass dripping in an obscene amount of lube. It was a delicious sight, one he never got sick of seeing.
It was still hard to wrap his head around it all. He was in the bed of a man he looked up to since he was a teenager. He grew up worshiping the ground Kim Jongin walked on, studying his dance technique and performance style to one day reach his level of talent. And now he had the idol bent over and spread open for him, waiting patiently to be devoured. It was thrilling knowing he had full control over his hyung, how he’d do practically anything just to get his cock inside him. He knew how horny Jongin got when they were alone. He was a needy man, one that craved to be used and treated like a whore. And San was gonna make sure he got exactly what he wanted.
“You know hyung, I’ve heard that the public thinks that you’re the top,” San purred in a dirty tone of voice. His hands were clutching Jongin’s hips, pushing the head of his dick against the older man’s entrance, opening him up just slightly before pulling back out. A desperate whine fell from Jongin’s lips, like heaven to San’s ears. He was hypnotized by the way his tan hole stretched then closed up around him, so wet and juicy, nestled between his firm cheeks that were now marked with dents from San’s finger nails. He was half tempted to slide all the way in and give Jongin exactly what he’d been pleading for since the night began. But he hadn't heard enough of his begging quite yet. “If only they knew how much of a greedy bottom you really are.”
Jongin loved San’s dirty talk, loved how he was unafraid to dominate him and turn him into his submissive slut. But he hated being edged. He’d been waiting all day for this; his body was aching to be filled, to be used and fucked till he could hardly speak a word. Till his legs were shaking and his muscles gave out. Till his hole was raw and sore and stuffed full with his seed.
But of course San liked to take it slow. The hour he spent eating Jongin out, fingering and stretching him until he was ready wasn’t enough. He needed to hear the man get desperate.
“San please, enough of the teasing, just give it to me,” Jongin begged, his voice whiny and pathetic, spreading his ass apart, grinding back against him, his rim sliding along his length.
“Mmmmh, such a hungry slut.” He pushed his cock in a little more, but not nearly deep enough, giving Jongin only an inch more of the satisfaction he was craving. San listened to him whine, watched his pouty lips quiver and the way he clawed at the sheets. “Beg a little more baby. Show me how bad you want it.”
Jongin sat up on his hands, looking back at San with wide, pleading eyes, an expression San had seen many times before. “Please daddy.” Jongin breathed out. Calling a younger man “daddy” was definitely a new low for him. But he was down bad and he knew how much San loved when he called him that. He noticed a glint in the younger man’s eye when the word escaped his mouth, his lips curling up a bit. Jongin moaned again, “Daddy I need your dick.” He tried to push back and get a little more of San’s cock inside him, but his hold on his hips was too tight, not letting him budge. “Let me feel you stretching me open, daddy please.”
So dirty. San bit his bottom lip. He thrusted his cock balls deep inside him, his hips pressing flush against his ass, the heat of his hole gripping and squeezing him so tight. Jongin flopped down on the mattress, crying out an aching moan, the burning pleasure of the stretch sending ripples of sensation through his body. San barely gave him a chance to breathe, grabbing Jongin’s wrists and pinning his hands behind his back, immediately rocking his hips and fucking his cock from tip to base in long, deep strokes.
It took the older man a few thrusts to adjust, wincing and clenching before his body embraced him fully, relaxing around his thickness and hungrily sucking him up. Each stroke knocked the wind out of him, making his skin crawl and his head spin. He kept his back arched like the bottoming pro he was, letting San use him rough and dirty, feeling him tighten his grip on his wrists and pull him back against his hips. He moaned like a total bitch, his high pitched voice breaking each time San slammed his dick into his prostate, stretching him open and turning him into a fucked out mess.
“Is this what you want, hyung? For me to fuck you hard and deep like this?” San asked breathlessly between thrusts. He was gritting his teeth, his muscular physique dripping in sweat, rocking his hips at a furious rhythm, addicted to the delicious warmth of Jongin’s ass. His slicked walls were molding around him like a snug fitting glove, sucking him in with each pull back, like his body didn't want to let go. And the sounds the man made, whiney and desperate, each time he drilled back into him, like a heavenly symphony to his ears.
“Fuck yes, use my hole, give me all that dick,” Jongin whimpered, his words muffled by the sheets. His body was trembling, his hole wet and squishy, squelching around San’s thick thrusting cock. The younger man was digging deep in his guts, striking every nerve in his body, giving him a whirlwind of stimulation. He felt so helpless beneath his hold, struggling to stay still as his insides got plowed. But it’s exactly what he was begging for. To be fucked sensless, used like San’s personal fuck toy.
He let out a shivering moan when San let go of his wrists and grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair, yanking his head back and leaning over his body to kiss his ear. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through Jongin’s body, making his cock leak and ache between his legs. San pulled his mouth away, letting his warm breath ghost along his jaw and cheek.
“You’re taking my dick so well, hyung,” he groaned, his voice deep and husky.
Jongin looked back at him with wide, tearing eyes. “F-feels so good, don’t stop. Keep fucking me just like that.” He bounced his ass back against San’s hips, increasing the sensation and depth he penetrated, their burning thighs clapping together.
“Such a slut,” San growled before pushing him face first into the mattress, grabbing his waist and thrusting hard. He was relentless with it, pumping his dick deep inside his quivering manhole, making sure he felt every inch. Just as Jongin thought the sensation couldn’t get anymore overwhelming, San reached between his legs, wrapping his delicate fingers around his throbbing boner and rubbing him at a tantalizingly good pace.
“Oh my god,” he cried, leaking profusely down on the sheets below. He felt his orgasm grow closer at a fast pace, almost ready for release. “Ohhh San- San you’re gonna make me cum.”
San fucked him hard and fast, drilling right into his prostate, working his fist up and down his rod. He felt Jongin squeeze around him, his muscles clenching, watching him grip at sheets. “Cum on my dick, hyung.”
"Ah! Oh god, oh fuck," Jongin wailed, his orgasm ripping through him, his ass tightening up as he came in a messy pool beneath him. His whole body trembled, his voice going hoarse from crying out, the pleasure coursing through his veins.
San fucked him through it, his thrusts hard and sloppy, massaging his cock to completion. He pulled out right before his own orgasm struck, sitting back on his knees, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Jongin looked back at him once he had recovered from the high, his skin flushed and gorgeous, his hole stretched and winking.
“Tired already?” he asked with a cheeky smile.
“Just… trying not to cum too fast.” San breathed out.
Jongin turned to him, pushing San on his back and straddling his thighs, grinding back. He hummed as his slicked rim rubbed up against cock, his hole pulsing, hungry for more. “I want you to cum in me. Want you to fill me up.”
San grabbed each of the man’s ass cheeks, squeezing them, looking up at his hyung and his stunning features, rocking his body in rhythm with his. “Fuck yeah.” He watched Jongin lift his ass up and sink down on his cock in one swift motion, the two of them keeping their eyes locked and moaning in unison as the heat of his hole deliciously wrapped around his length.
Jongin threw his head back, his eyes fluttering closed, gripping San’s firm pecs and rolling his hips in a circle motion. His dick immediately sprung back to life, hard and aching, leaking from the pink tip down to San’s abs. He rolled his hips faster, in love with the pleasure, sweet blissful moans spilling from his lips.
“Fuck, you look good like this, hyung, ridding daddy’s dick like a whore,” San growled, his hands moving up the older man’s body, wrapping around his delicate waist, helping him grind. His eyes followed the curve of his body, drinking in his strong arms, his beautiful tan skin, his thick thighs squeezing around his hips. He traveled higher to his sensitive nipples, his thumbs rubbing circles around the nubs, making the man shudder.
“Oh yes…fuck yes” Jongin chanted, looking down at San’s handsome face, working himself back and forth on his cock, angling his body so his length rubbed right up against his prostate.
“Bounce on my cock baby. Show me how much you like it.” San growled with a cocky smirk, his hands wrapping around his neck, squeezing gently, making the man whimper.
Even on top Jongin couldn’t help but submit. He squatted over him, slowly sliding his hole up along the shaft to the tip, and then sinking back down. The two men cried out shaking moans, the sensation delicious and addictive. Jongin bounced again, pushing down on San’s chest and slamming down on his hips so their skin clapped together. He got lost in the feeling of his walls spreading open around him and filling him up so good. He bounced with enthusiasm, taking all of the man’s rod, feeling his heat reach deep in his guts, making his own dick pulse and leak, bobbing up and down between his legs.
“Mmmh, good boy” San growled, spanking his ass, loving the way his walls were rubbing against him, milking him like the perfect sleeve. He couldn’t stand to sit still, grabbing the older man’s waist and bucking up into him, his hips slapping against his ass hard and fast. Jongin’s mouth gaped open, jolts of sensation shooting through him, his nails digging into San’s chest.
“Oh my fucking god,” he whimpered, feeling San’s cock pound right into his prostate at a mind-boggling pace, pleasure shooting through his body. He couldn’t handle it, the stimulation was too intense, pushing him right over the edge with only a few thrusts. “I’m gonna cum again, fuck.”
San smirked, watching his hyung vigorously stroke his cock, fucking him until he began to climax. He shot ropes across San’s stomach and chest, seizing and moaning with exuberance, his hole pulsing around him. He squeezed out every drop of semen, grinding himself back on his cock, taking in the high.
When the heat faded, he flopped back on the bed in exhaustion, sliding off San’s cock, moaning. He looked like he was to pass out, his eyes shutting closed with cute, breathy wimperes falling from his lips.
But San wasn’t done with him yet, getting up on his knees, grabbing Jongin’s ankle and pushing himself back inside. The older man let out the loudest moan of the evening so far, his eyes snapping open, arching off the bed. He almost lost it when San continued drilling into him, turning his body into a mess of overstimulation.
“F-fuck meahhhh,” he whimpered, his voice high pitched and almost inaudible. He could barely catch his breath with the way San was pounding him like his life depended on it, fucking his already stretched out hole with no mercey. He was like a beast, consumed with desire, chasing the pleasure with every fiber of his being.
“You like my dick? You like how my dick feels in your slutty hole?” San barked as he dug deep. His gaze was sharp and filled with thirst, locked in on the older man’s face, looking like he was about to devour him whole.
Jongin knew that look; he was close, almost ready for release. He grabbed his thighs and pulled his legs back further, letting San get deep in his guts. “Fuck yes…get in there…use my hole just like that…fuck my shit up…ohhhh daddy fuck my shit up.” He cried out in a series of moans, encouraging San to rail him harder.
“You want me to cum in you…breed that little hole of yours?” San growled in a dirty tone, his pace getting quick and more urgent, his thrusts turning sloppy, feeling the pressure begin to build in his balls.
“Give it to me…I want it…cum in me, please.” Jongin begged, his eyes tearing up, his insides practically turning inside out.
“I’m close- hyung, fuck I’m close, ohhh I’m…cumming.” He came with a loud, thundering moan, slamming his cock deep in Jongin’s ass releasing buckets of his fluid inside him. His whole body clenched, shuddering as the pleasure consumed him, the warmth of Jongin’s insides hugging him tight. He rocked his hips steadily, meditating in the high, cupping the older man’s face and drinking in his beauty.
Jongin groaned achingly as he felt San cum, wet and messy inside him, filling his wrecked hole to the brim with his seed. It was delicious, the heat that radiated in his belly, the sensation of his cock pulsing in his ass. He whimpered when San pulled out of him, leaving his hole achingly empty, feeling a stream pour out of him. San lifted his ass up to get a good look at his hole all stretched and dripping.
‘Hyung, I ruined you.” he groaned breathlessly, admiring the way his stretched entrance winked at him.
“You did so good, San,” Jongin groaned, already half asleep.
San leaned over his body, pressing both hands into the pillow on either side of Jongin's head, planting a soft kiss on his lips. The older man hummed into his mouth, the post sex ache washing over his body, his mind beginning to drift away.
“Sleep well hyung,” San purred when he pulled away, flicking off the bed stand lamp, rolling over beside him and falling into a deep slumber.