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Jongho stroked his dick, sighing at the dissatisfaction it gave him. He wasn't turned on enough. He couldn't get turned on enough—he couldn't find good porn and his brain was buzzing with images of him doing something in person. With somebody. Not alone.
Jongho didn't like asking for it, though. He liked being the one who was wanted. He didn't even know how to go about flirting with someone.
It was a lot easier to send signals.
Jongho sat up and pulled his underwear back on. He discarded his pants and his phone, leaving his room half-dressed. He didn't care, and he knew the others wouldn't, either. He felt attractive, and that's what mattered.
Both the kitchen and the living room were empty. Jongho knew some of them were home, he could hear music or games or shows from their rooms. But he couldn't go up to them like this. That was too obvious.
So Jongho waited. He splayed himself over the couch, on his back with one leg up and his arm behind his head. He pulled up his fitted boxers slightly, tightening the fabric against himself, just enough for his bulge to show. He also scrunched up his shirt to show his tummy. He turned on the TV and waited.
It was hard for Jongho to not to touch himself when it was so easy to: only one thin layer of fabric between his gentle fingers and his hard cock. He'd softened a bit from inactivity, but his imagination kept the blood flowing. He debated just going bottomless, but didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable.
He waited.
Jongho almost fell asleep. He perked up, but kept his eyes closed, when he heard someone walk into the living room. He shifted to show he was awake.
The person paused, then walked a few steps, then paused again. Jongho felt him stop behind the couch, looking down at him. Jongho pretended he didn't notice.
He walked around the front of the couch. Jongho felt him get close, presumably kneeling in front of him. He hadn't planned anything further than enticing someone by laying down half-naked, so he kept his eyes closed and ignored him.
"Jongho."
San.
"Aren't you cold?" San asked, his hand settling on Jongho's knee.
Jongho hummed and shrugged. San's fingers fluttered up Jongho's thigh, slowly, nothing too obvious. Jongho stayed still. He wanted to know what San would do.
"Are you tired?"
"A bit." Jongho answered. He stretched, extending his arms and legs. He let one arm fall to San, resting his hand on his shoulder. San, thankfully, left his hand on Jongho's thigh, and Jongho pressed his legs together to squeeze his hand between them. He tilted towards San and opened his eyes. "Are you?"
San blinked at him. His fingers twitched between Jongho's plush thighs. "No, but, uh… do you wanna lay with me?" he asked.
Jongho opened his legs and let one sway side-to-side, feigning nonchalance. San's fingers inched further up. Jongho pretended to think about it, looking up and playing with the back of San's hair. He answered with a simple "Okay."
San nodded, but didn't move. His hand continued up. Soon, he was cupping Jongho's cunt. Jongho held his breath and maintained eye contact.
"You did this on purpose." San said quietly.
Jongho searched San's face. He knew San must be excited, but his expression was neutral. He wondered if that was because he needed to hold himself back.
"Maybe." Jongho replied.
San kept his hand still, but moved his middle finger to rub Jongho's clit, slow and teasing. Jongho managed to act unaffected.
"You've been waiting a while?" San asked.
Jongho's breathing was shallow. He was hardening under San's touch, and he knew San could tell.
"A little." Jongho answered.
San's eyes flowed down Jongho's body, pausing at the sliver of exposed belly, going all the way down his legs then back up to his cunt. Either San was getting impatient or he realized he wasn't going to get much conversation out of Jongho. San's hand slid off of Jongho's body slowly, reluctantly.
San stood and held out his hand. Jongho took it, letting himself be pulled off the couch. They were silent as they walked to San's room, though they held hands the whole way. Once inside and with the door closed, Jongho started for San's bed. San stopped him halfway by looping his arms around his waist. His thumbs pushed into the waistband of Jongho's underwear. Jongho closed his eyes and rested his head on San's shoulder.
"You hide it well, but I can tell how needy you are. Setting yourself on display like that. Waiting for someone, anyone, to come serve you. Too shy to ask for it?" San said, lips brushing against Jongho's ear.
Jongho shivered. San was right, but he wasn't going to say that. "You all can walk around like that, why can't I?"
He felt San smirk. "You knew what you were doing."
Jongho let it go. He set his hands on San's, guiding him to push his underwear down. San allowed him to, and soon Jongho's boxers were around his thighs. San didn't let them go further. He drifted his hand across Jongho's tummy, making him flinch from the tickle, down his vulva, with his middle finger pausing at his cleft of Venus. Jongho sighed and widened his stance a centimeter. San's hands were so warm.
"If you weren't so pretty I would've railed you by now." San murmured. "But you deserve better."
Jongho blushed, warm from the compliment. San slid down the shaft of Jongho's cock and rubbed him, not yet reaching his cockhead. Jongho relaxed into him, consciously keeping his breathing level.
San pushed Jongho's underwear and let it fall to his ankles. His fingers moved to spread Jongho open. The air on Jongho's sensitive areas only made his dick stand straighter. With his other hand, San used two fingers to stroke Jongho's cock. Jongho shuddered.
"How long has it been since you got your dick sucked?" San asked.
Jongho shifted, needing more than this. San was slow and wasn't holding tight enough. "Few weeks." Jongho answered.
San hummed. "Who was it?"
Jongho had to think. "Yeosang." He eventually said.
San scoffed. "Then you didn't really get your dick sucked. Lay down."
Jongho blushed, almost embarrassed for Yeosang. Yeosang was fine at eating out (and at blowjobs, he's been told); his problem was that he enjoyed it too much. He was too slow. He truly only did it for himself and didn't care how it felt for the person receiving.
Jongho stepped out of his underwear and got on the bed, laying in the middle with his knees bent up.
"Shirt off." San ordered.
Jongho did. He liked his body. He was proud of the work he put into bulking up, making his arms thick and his chest full. He liked being fully nude for someone to study him.
And San did. He got on the bed, too, and knelt between Jongho's legs. His gaze made a slow descent from his head to his groin. Jongho widened his legs. San snaked his hands down Jongho's thighs and squeezed the inner area, right at the crease of his legs, before leaning down to him. Jongho inhaled sharply when San placed his lips on his cock. The kiss turned into a lick, his tongue broad and relaxed. San then pointed it on the head of Jongho's clit, making Jongho screw his eyes shut at the direct sensation. San wrapped his lips around him, and Jongho exhaled a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, then gasped it back in when San sucked.
Jongho moaned outright as San kept going. He wasn't embarrassed, but somewhat self-conscious, thinking about whoever was still home. San didn't comment, though, neither complimenting him nor deprecating him. He merely sucked harder.
Jongho loved the feeling of his cock in someone's mouth. The warmth, the wetness, being surrounded and squeezed and submerged—it was euphoric. San was doing such a good job, Jongho was shaking in minutes. It wasn't an overstimulated shaking, though, that wouldn't have been pleasant, but an occasional shudder as pleasure coursed through him, pleasure too big for his body.
"I think I could fit you in me." San told him. He poked his tongue into Jongho's hole before going back to his dick to suck.
Jongho smiled a bit. He thought about topping, but wasn't too interested. If he ever did, he'd use a strap, anyway. Though it warmed his heart to hear that San thought he was big enough to penetrate. When completely hard, Jongho's cock was almost three inches. He loved that fact, mainly for getting blown.
"Maybe." Jongho eventually responded. He set his hand on San's head and splayed his fingers through his hair. San looked up at him, eyes soaked with lust. Jongho took a deep breath to settle himself.
San teased Jongho's hole with a finger. Jongho nodded slightly, and San entered. Jongho pursed his lips, trying to be quiet. It didn't work. He groaned when San bottomed out and began to thrust. He was slow, gentle, and Jongho was getting impatient-but-not-really, wanting more but needing this tenderness. He hasn't had sex, or fingered himself, in too long, and couldn't go too fast. He was grateful to San for knowing that.
Jongho jerked when San sucked on him and pressed up onto his g-spot at the same time. San entered a second finger, thrusting faster, making Jongho moan and grip San's hair. And when San flitted his tongue around Jongho's cockhead, back and forth, just barely enough, Jongho's back arched off the bed. They'd picked up the pace tremendously, and Jongho didn't know what to do with himself. He kept his grip on San's hair and let any noise that wanted to come out of his throat do so.
San soon went up to three fingers with Jongho's dick still in his mouth. Jongho switched to grasping the bedsheets, not wanting to hurt San. His knuckles were white as San worked on him. The tension in his muscles disappeared the moment San left him, taking his fingers out and giving Jongho's cock a few last pumps. Jongho tried to regain his breath. His whole body felt fuzzy.
"What do you want?" San asked.
Jongho blinked his eyes open and stared at the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, San took off his shirt. Jongho's cunt throbbed.
"What do you want, baby?" San repeated, leaning closer.
Jongho finally looked at him. San wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I want you to lay down." He answered.
San hesitated, but switched places with Jongho once he got up. Jongho kept his gaze on San's front as he pulled down the rest of his clothes. His arms, his chest, his abs. Jongho wanted it. Not for himself, not necessarily, but he wanted it. Wanted it under his hands, in his mouth, plastered on every inch of his brain.
After San was undressed, Jongho sat on his waist. San sucked in a breath, eyes on Jongho's hot cunt against him, squeezing his hands into fists. He exhaled slowly and set his hands on Jongho's hips. Jongho waited until San opened his eyes to do anything.
Jongho began to fuck San's abs.
San moaned shamelessly, though nothing erotic was being touched: not his cock or his ass or his chest. Just his stomach, just the lines of his strong abs. Jongho's slick let him glide up and down smoothly. San's soft skin under his dick was hypnotizing; Jongho barely felt himself moving. He knew at some point his hips would start to ache, but that wasn't relevant right now. What Jongho needed to pay attention to was San's warm hands on his waist.
"God, Jongho…" San sighed. He squeezed him, but not too hard.
"Yeah?" Jongho prompted, not teasing, but sincere, wanting to hear San's thoughts about him.
San stared at Jongho's cock sliding against his tummy, then threw his head back with a groan. "Fuck." He whispered.
"Tell me." Jongho reiterated. He leaned down, putting his hands on either side of San's head.
San grabbed his head and kissed him. Jongho crumbled to his elbows to keep them together, their lips and tongues and sometimes teeth meeting with force. Jongho slowed them down, cupping San's face and rubbing him with his thumb. They were panting anytime they broke apart.
"Tell me." Jongho said again. He sat up after one last strong kiss, leaning back and still grinding. He felt San's hard cock on the small of his back. Jongho knew what he looked like: stomach flexing and thighs thick and cunt on display.
San moaned, and it was close to a whine. Jongho smirked to himself. "Just, fuck, you, Jongho. You know what you do." San answered.
Jongho gave him a look. He was tiring and needed some motivation to keep going, to keep looking good for San. San, thankfully, understood.
"Your fucking cunt—god. Shit, Jongho. Your dick feels—feels so good on me. You're so fucking hard for me. Fucking wet. Am I gonna get inside you? Will you let me fuck you?" San ranted.
Jongho smiled. He simply nodded, and San reacted very positively. Jongho was wet, like San said, but he wanted things a bit more slippery. Jongho paused to spit on San's tummy. He slid his cunt through it and continued to grind.
San moved from Jongho's hips to the sheets, gripping until his knuckles turned white. He sucked in a breath and squeezed his eyes shut. Jongho tried to hide his grin. He leaned his hands on San's chest, arching his back. He loved feeling wanted.
"Shit, Jongho, do I need to beg?" San questioned. "I want my cock in you."
Jongho grinned and slowed to a stop. It'd be nice to ride San, go slow and hear more whines, but his hips were hurting. Silently, he got off of San and laid next to him on his stomach. San wasted no time getting a condom and lube, then preparing himself and lining up. Jongho nodded when he paused with his tip at his hole.
San pushed in. He was slow, but bottomed out without stopping. Jongho groaned quietly when he paused for him to adjust, feeling perfectly warm and full. He shifted to get completely comfortable, then San started to thrust.
Jongho moaned and hid his face in the pillow. It was better than he was hoping for, San's thick and long cock filling him up just right, their skin pressing against each other deliciously. San was kneeling over Jongho's thighs to be able to fuck, and Jongho adored being pinned down. It felt good to be at San's mercy.
"Fuck," San sighed, and it sounded like he was breathing out a week's worth of stress. Jongho grinned and arched his back. San groaned and pressed his forehead to Jongho's shoulder.
San soon sped up, and Jongho soon devolved to breathy moans and trembling legs. It didn't take much for him to feel good; sometimes he came even when neither himself or his partner were trying for it. Jongho already knew he would cum quickly, but he remembered San's remarkable stamina, and it sent an excited shiver down his spine. He wondered how many times San would make him cum.
"God, Jongho," San groaned. He patted a clumsy, yet gentle, hand through Jongho's hair, getting it away from his ear. San licked and nipped the shell of it.
Jongho squeaked, his eyes fluttering closed. "I'm—I'm not… not doing anything." He told him. His climax was bubbling up. Getting blown greatly helped speed the process, not to mention San's cock steadily hitting his g-spot.
"You know what you do to me." San insisted.
Jongho had been told that a lot, and half the time, no, he didn't. He chose to be grateful he didn't have to actively try to be sexy.
"San…" Jongho mewled.
Before San could say anything, Jongho was cumming. He shook underneath San's body, his moans cutting out and his eyes rolling back in his head. San kept going, but a bit slower, presumably to watch and listen. Jongho's orgasm never really finished because of that. He started to whine.
"Want me to stop?" San asked, voice tender, petting Jongho's hair.
Jongho shook his head, but he waved San away and moved to sit up. San pulled out, and Jongho flipped to his back. He pulled his legs out of the way and looked at San. San paused. They made eye contact, both out of breath, and San's mouth formed into a small smirk. He lined up and pushed in, holding Jongho's legs back.
"And you say you don't know what you do to people?" San questioned. He picked up a slow rhythm.
Jongho sighed in relief once he was filled again. The short break was all he needed to start from scratch, feeling good but not oversensitive. He let San take care of his legs and dropped his arms near his head. He hoped he'd cum again with San still in him.
"Jongho."
Jongho hummed. He was starting to notice the feeling of his cock poking San's groin when he thrusted in, and was trying to focus on it.
"You must know how good your cunt feels." San said, leaning down to him. Jongho's skin prickled warm. "I'm sure people tell you. Now tell me."
Jongho stared at him, almost in shock. "Tell you what?"
San stayed at the same, slow pace, but put more force behind his thrusts. Jongho tried not to moan with each one. San seemed to notice, making him grin.
"Tell me you know you're hot. That you're sexy. That you get people off with your cunt alone. However you want to word it, baby. I just need you to know how good you are." San said.
Jongho pursed his lips and closed his eyes. He couldn't. San kept his force, but became slower with each thrust. Each one interrupted Jongho's train of thought. Whatever San's intentions were with that tactic, it made Jongho's mind go blank, not being able to think when he was waiting for that next thrust, the next jolt of pleasure.
Eventually, San stopped.
"I—I, um," Jongho tried, realizing he needed to talk. A warm shudder ran through him when San continued to move. He wasn't going hard anymore, still slow, but now shallow. It still felt good, yet Jongho was under pressure now.
"I know… um, that I'm good." Jongho settled on. He knew it wasn't enough before he said it.
San scoffed. He didn't have to say anything.
Jongho squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed. He doesn't compliment himself like this. He doesn't know what his strengths are. He couldn't be descriptive like San.
"I know…" Jongho tried again. He made eye contact, hoping that would give him some bonus points. "I know I'm a good fuck."
San smiled, and Jongho sighed in relief. San leaned on his elbows next to Jongho's head and kissed him shortly. "That's a good start, baby."
Jongho hoped that didn't mean he'll have to say more until San was satisfied. That thought, and all others, melted away when San returned to fucking him. Actually fucking him; fast and hard like before. No thoughts meant no speech, leading to ceaseless whines and whimpers from Jongho. His second orgasm was coming up faster than the first.
"San," Jongho mewled.
"Again already?" San teased. He licked along Jongho's face, almost in a primal way, and it interrupted Jongho's thoughts again.
"No, no," Jongho told him. "Where are you—where…"
"Where am I gonna paint you pretty?" San filled in.
Jongho nodded with a small whine. San kissed him, too fast for Jongho to kiss back. His rough enthusiasm made Jongho breathless.
"You think I can on your cunt? Won't get inside, promise." San asked. His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm.
Jongho imagined San's cum streaking across him, across his vulva and belly, and couldn't say no. Maybe he'd let it get down to his lips, maybe stroke his cock with it. He nodded quickly, realizing he'd been fantasizing for too long.
San pulled out. He tore off the condom. He knelt between Jongho's legs and jerked himself off, letting out gasping breaths and short grunts. Jongho watched. He watched his shiny cock, his hand and his flexing arm, his defined stomach, the way his pecs jiggled, his expressions. Jongho couldn't stop himself from rubbing his cock to get closer to his orgasm.
San came with a moan, his load landing exactly where Jongho wanted it. On his hand, too, and Jongho used it to lube his strokes. He touched himself fast, wanting to cum with San. He didn't succeed, but when San finished, he pushed two fingers into Jongho's hole and continued to fuck him.
Jongho squeaked, his eyes rolling back and his back arching off the bed. He came in seconds, the force leaving him breathless. He slumped into the mattress afterwards, completely satisfied. San patted his cunt, then moved away. Jongho closed his eyes and let San take care of him.
He was wiped off and slipped into a new pair of underwear—one of San's. San put on a shirt. He got a blanket for them and laid next to Jongho.
"You're so cute, baby. Feel good? Need anything else?" San asked, petting Jongho's hair.
Jongho hummed and shook his head. He felt warm and fuzzy.
"You were so good. As always. Thank you for this." San said.
Jongho turned to him and pressed their foreheads together. "Thank you. You're always good, too." He murmured.
San smiled and kissed his forehead. He held the back of Jongho's head and pressed closer. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too." Jongho grinned.