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The wet smack of hips against bare muscular thighs was deafening, swallowing up the whole room if not also the hallway outside it. More often than not, Yoo Joonghyuk's shuttering moans decorated said filthy yet extremely arousing sound, a beautiful balance of breathy and whiny to Kim Dokja's ears.
If he could, he'd listen to them on repeat for eternity. For now, he took what he got.
Each time his companion made those sexy noises, the older man fastened his pace, making his deathly gorgeous lover choke on a whimper. Yoo Joonghyuk always reached a hand behind him in a half-assed attempt to smack him for doing so—just like he did now.
The attack was dodged easily, followed up by Kim Dokja cooing at the man's frustrated shame before pecking his spine in a not-so-honest apology. He got a huff at his kiss, one which morphed into a moan half-way through.
"Joonghyuk-ah..." the reader groaned hungrily, lips ghosting across the man's calloused skin.
"Mngh... Shut it— Hah—!"
Kim Dokja obliged by busying his mouth with licking a stripe up Yoo Joonghyuk's back, savouring the salty taste of sweat. He wanted to leave his mark on the tan skin, bite down hard enough to make the latter his forever so everyone knew who he belonged to.
Disappointingly, the former didn't, knowing he'd have to sleep in his own bed for a month with a black eye if Yoo Joonghyuk noticed. And he always noticed, for the better or the worse.
That didn't stop Kim Dokja from nibbling at the scarred skin, grazing his teeth down the spine and enjoying the pretty noises his protagonist let out wholeheartedly. Not to mention how he'd clench down on his cock.
The new tightness around his shaft had Kim Dokja gasping in delight, pleasure zipping down his back too fast, too hot, too early. It had him sputtering.
"I'm gonna—come. I'm coming—"
His mouth parted around a silent shaky moan, stomach fluttering with the waves of his orgasm. Unlike him, Yoo Joonghyuk bit down on his poor pillow to silence himself, writing against the sheets from pleasure.
His tactic worked as well as you'd expect a fluffy pillow to work. The taller's whimpers sounded heavenly, so much so that the shorter man felt his cock spurt even more upon hearing them.
Legs trembling like his lover did with his whole body, Kim Dokja exhaustedly rolled off Yoo Joonghyuk, exhaling deeply. Melting into the soft sheets, he felt utterly spent. His body was uncomfortably sweaty, bringing along a smell of sex he had yet to decide whether he liked.
It was very...musky.
Flicking his hair out of his eyes, Kim Dokja peered at his companion, who was already up and in the midst of catching his breathing. The flush on the man's tan skin suited him, adorning the numerous scars he's obtained throughout the past years.
A pretty shade of cherry red trailed from his face down to his shoulders, reaching to his soft pecs even. Kim Dokja got a deep urge to squeeze them, again. Or suck them. He was cursed with getting neither.
Running a hand down his damp face, the reader frowned. Despite the quiver in his stomach indicating he had reached his orgasm, he wasn't satisfied. There was this insistent pulsing in his groin, one he knew could only be from lust.
His cock was very aware of it as well, hard and red as if he hadn't came at all. Kim Dokja would be lying if he said it wasn't bothersome. There's no way he can fall asleep like this.
It's not like there was a chance he could convince Yoo Joonghyuk into another round. His companion would be furious to hear he was dissatisfied after that incredibly steamy lovemaking. He wasn't dissatisfied! He just...needed more?
Ah, fuck it, he's greedy! How could he not be when faced with a man as beautiful as Yoo Joonghyuk? It's a miracle he's not balls deep inside his protagonist every second of the day, filling his insides with his cum.
Of course Kim Dokja has never said any of that out loud, knowing he'd earn himself a punch for it. His abdomen was already sensitive from the orgasm, he doesn't need it to be bruised on top of it.
Chewing on his lower lip, the reader shamelessly stared at Yoo Joonghyuk's wide back. He could go and jerk off, but being with his companion for so long has made getting off alone boring, if not downright hard if he can't look at the man's face during it.
Brainstorming on how to fix his little "problem", the shorter man suddenly smirked into his palm, an arguably bad idea striking him. He thought over it and its consequences for less than a second before kicking into action.
He pushed his leg out daringly, nudging his protagonist in the thigh in a playful yet definitely annoying way. The taller's attention was on him instantly.
"Hyuk-ah..."
"Don't call me that," came the immediate grumble at his honeyed voice, shooting down his attempt from the get-go.
Dammit, observant bastard.
Trailing his foot closer to the man's crotch, Kim Dokja smiled regardless of getting caught, watching Yoo Joonghyuk falter the barest amount at the new found pressure near his dick. That was enough of an opening for him to continue.
"Joonghyuk, look at me" the reader murmured.
That sweet whisper was the only sort of warning his poor protagonist got before Kim Dokja wrapped his legs around Yoo Joonghyuk's head and roughly pulled him down in a move he had learned from the man himself.
The latter struggled against the sneak attack yet ultimately stilled when he got real up and personal with the former's slick cock. His breath hitched, something Kim Dokja felt against his shaft a little too well.
It twitched visibly, prompting him to grin down at Yoo Joonghyuk and rub his foot against his companion's muscled back in a makeshift caress at the awkward angle.
"Are you tired?" the shorter asked, chuckling at the deep frown he got at his question.
"I'm not doing another round."
"Good. Not what I was gonna ask."
One of Yoo Joonghyuk's eyebrows shot up at that, curiosity getting the best of him like it always did when it came to Kim Dokja. It gave the latter the upper hand, just like he had hoped for.
Thighs locked around his companion's head, Kim Dokja leisurely rubbed his heel across the man's shoulder blades in hopes of easing his wariness. It definitely wasn't as sexy as he was hoping for.
Keeping Yoo Joonghyuk in that state of curiosity for a minute or so, Kim Dokja eventually caved in and asked his question, voice syrupy sweet to make sure the hit landed.
"Do you want to eat me out?"
The question lingered in the air for far longer than the former wanted it to. His smile wavered when Yoo Joonghyuk's gaze flickered between his dick and his face. The latter's thick eyebrows slanted down, making him so much more gorgeous.
Ah, his companion is so beautiful when he's upset...
"I already gave you head."
"...Eh?"
"I'm not blowing you again," Yoo Joonghyuk said sternly, beginning to writhe so he could escape.
Staring at him, Kim Dokja let out a shocked laugh. Since when did "eat me out" equal to "suck me off"? His fool. Of course Yoo Joonghyuk would assume something stupid like that.
Pressing his foot down, Kim Dokja brought Yoo Joonghyuk even closer as to kindly explain what he meant. He brought the man in fact so close that the bridge of his protagonist's beautifully sculpted nose pressed against his aching shaft.
Ignoring the pleasure that shot up his spine at the touch, the reader shook his head dismissively.
"Joonghyuk, not that. I want you to eat me out, my ass."
The puzzled yet stunned look he received at his explanation made Kim Dokja want to laugh again, but he refrained. His companion would surely think he's teasing him. And in a way, maybe he was. But he did want it.
As the silence took over the room as his companion tried to comprehend his words, Kim Dokja went for the final blow. It always hits devastatingly good.
"You don't have to, forget about i—"
"It's dirty," Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted, and that was—fair.
They haven't showered today, or yesterday for that matter. Plus the amount of sweat his body is caked under didn't make the idea any more appetising. Unfortunately, Kim Dokja wasn't going to give up that easily. It was a quick fix.
[Skill, Body Cleanse Lv. 5 has been activated.]
The taller scowled at the sight of the notification, throwing a nasty look at the shorter man who innocently grinned back at him. Widening the distance between his knees, Kim Dokja hummed.
"Better?"
Judging by the murderous expression Yoo Joonghyuk wore, it wasn't. Ah well, he tried his best. Preemptively resigning himself to rejection, he was surprised when said rejection didn't come.
What came instead was a hesitant and hushed: "...Fine."
Perking up, Kim Dokja immediately unfurled the chokehold his legs were in from around his companion's head.
"Really?"
He got a silent nod at that, to which the reader beamed in happiness. He can't believe this. Not wanting to waste a single second, he quickly slumped down flat on his back and did the thing that felt the most obvious, which was spreading his legs.
The reader learned how utterly awkward it was to do so for the other man the moment he had done it, managing to only get his legs half-way apart before his body simply refused to comply. No wonder Yoo Joonghyuk hates doing it.
He feels so...bare? Vulnerable? Alert? It wasn't fun.
He'd much rather show off his cock, but that didn't count as he already does that on a daily basis out of his own freewill. It's not his fault Yoo Joonghyuk gets all red and embarrassed whenever he pulls his dick out. It's just too fun to tease the man.
Fortunately, the outcome of parting his legs was bound to be worth the embarrassment. Beckoning his companion closer, Kim Dokja closed his eyes and waited excitedly, curling his fingers into the soft blanket from the anticipation.
Unlike him, Yoo Joonghyuk was uncertain, shuffling between his thighs as if he didn't know where to begin. His warm puffs of air were ticklish against Kim Dokja's taint, enticing him with what was to come.
After a few grunts of the younger trying to figure out where to start, he pressed his tongue flat against the older man's heated skin. The initial impression was—underwhelming. It felt like a wet tongue against his asshole, without any of the fun in it.
Eyebrows pinched, Kim Dokja cracked his eyes back open when Yoo Joonghyuk retracted, grumbling unclearly. Opening his mouth to ask what was wrong, he made a sound of discomfort when an experimental kitten lick ghosted his rim.
The not-so-there touch hovered there for what felt like a life time, encouraging goosebumps to rise across his skin.
Ack—
Seconds away from calling the whole deal off, the words died in his mouth before he could form them, eyes flying open when his protagonist pressed his mouth against his rim and began licking in earnest.
Oh— That's... Ugh—
Kim Dokja sputtered in shock at the wet warmth against his asshole, the feeling nothing like he had expected. Not that he had expect much to begin with, this was an in-the-moment decision. He's never thought of this before.
Regardless, the reader found it hard to get accustomed to the heat of his companion's mouth. It felt strange, a feeling he couldn't describe no matter how hard he tried.
While it didn't feel good, it also didn't necessarily feel bad either. It was new, too new, splitting him in a weird limbo of being unable to describe it. Confused by the twirl of emotions inside him, Kim Dokja decided to just let it happen.
The set up was perfect for his plan.
Sneaking a hand around his dick, he began quietly pumping himself on time with the bob of his companion's head. The wet glide of his tight fist combined with Yoo Joonghyuk's sloppy licking felt good, impossibly good even.
Groans of pleasure spilled from Kim Dokja, his cock throbbing as if it was begging for relief. The deep shade of it certainly proved it. Enjoying the onslaught of pleasure as the licking slowly began sizzling into a nice feeling.
"Ah... Joonghyuk... Keep— Keeping going," he urged, stomach fluttering from arousal.
The sight of Yoo Joonghyuk sitting between his legs made for an amazing view to get off to. The angry pinch of his brows was cute, his dedication to do a good job being the sexiest thing Kim Dokja has seen in a hot minute. Mixing that with the protagonist's charming face?
Lethal.
He was at the edge in the matter of seconds, wishing to be buried in the wet velvety warmth of his companion. If he could, he'd have pinned Yoo Joonghyuk down for a second round and watched him writhe and moan from the overwhelming pleasure.
Not allowed said luxury, Kim Dokja aimed for something much better. Something prettier, hotter...
Fisting himself at a brutal pace, he looked between the wavy mop of Yoo Joonghyuk's hair and his twitching cock. If he angled his head well enough, it looked like his deathly pretty companion was getting ready to blow him.
And if he angles his dick just right, he'll... He'll—
"...Hah— Mngh— Fuck—!"
With bitten off gasps, Kim Dokja came, the orgasm washing over him in waves. It was hard to keep his eyes open through the pleasure, but he forced them open for the wonderful view that was his cum painting his protagonist's face.
Yoo Joonghyuk was dumbstruck between his legs, one eye closed from the cum dripping down his eyelashes. His expression twisted into anger when Kim Dokja let go of his cock, unintentionally letting it smack the former in the face.
Instantly, Yoo Joonghyuk was up and out from between his legs, back to fixing himself up.
"Someone liked that a little much..." he grumbled, failing to wipe all the cum off himself.
Guiltily, Kim Dokja chuckled, the image still engraved into his irises.
"It felt so good. I should finish on your face more often."
His protagonists glared at him, yet the one-eyed stare was far from threatening when there was still cum on his face. How hot... Finally on the same wavelength with his dick, he was properly satisfied. That of course didn't mean the teasing would stop.
Watching the taller man wipe himself fairly clean, he turned towards the shorter to give him a proper glare.
"Want me to eat your ass out next time? I'll even use my tongue inside you," Kim Dokja asked to provoke him, sticking out his tongue.
Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes widened at that, scandalous.
"Shut up," his protagonist snapped, whipping his head away.
The pretty flush dusting his ears betrayed his interest in it, making Kim Dokja chuckle heartily. He's getting worse at pretending to be angry.
"I'm pretty confident I can find your prostate with my tongue," the reader added, curling his tongue in the air.
"Or if you want, you can sit on my fa—"
A pillow struck him in the face before he could finish, making him crumple back onto the bed in defeat, and a tinge of pain. Hugging the pillow, Kim Dokja sighed dramatically. He'll make that his next goal.