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It’s hard to think straight (heh) when your boyfriend is groping and kissing you like it’s his fucking job.
Well. Kang supposes it technically is Sailom’s job. To be good at groping and kissing, that is.
Luckily for Kang, it seems Sailom is content with kissing only him for the foreseeable future. Very lucky, because Sailom is using his tongue and lips and teeth to do things to Kang’s mouth that he thought only existed in fairytales.
He never thought a kiss could so immediately set him on fire.
Kang pulls away to breathe. “Sailom,” he says, his voice only breaking a little, “baby, I don’t think we should do this here.” In the middle of the kitchen. At Sailom and Saifah’s house.
Sailom looks up at him, all flushed and tousled, pouting at him with moistened lips. “Why not?” He leans back against the counter behind him and, because his arms are around Kang’s neck and shoulders, he pulls Kang with him.
Kang leans against Sailom and tries to think. Really tries. Because it’s hard (he’s hard) when Sailom is so cute and sexy and pressing his whole body against him, looking at him like that -
“Ahem,” a third voice says.
Both Kang and Sailom swivel their heads in the direction of the voice.
Saifah is standing in the doorway to the kitchen, arms folded, glaring at the two of them like they’re planning a bank heist instead of making out.
“Oh,” Sailom says. “Right.” He looks up at Kang. “Bedroom?”
As turned on as he is right now, Kang hesitates. “Ah -” he glances at Saifah. “Should we -” go back to his place? Or beg prostrate for Saifah's forgiveness, perhaps?
“No,” Sailom says curtly, still clinging to Kang’s shoulders and scowling at Saifah. “This is my house, too. I have the right to fuck in my own house.”
Holy hell, but hearing Sailom defend his right to fuck makes Kang’s already-hard cock throb. He immediately flushes bright red with embarrassment at the untimeliness of his body's reaction. “Sailom -”
“Mung,” Sailom says, pointing stubbornly at Saifah, “get lost for an hour so I can fuck my boyfriend in my own bed for once!”
Oh holy enlightened one, but Kang loves hearing that word come out of Sailom’s mouth. Boyfriend. Referring to him. Kang is Sailom’s boyfriend.
Kang opens his mouth again, maybe to suggest they go get in his car, when Saifah (rather melodramatically) pretends to vomit and throws up his hands, waving them angrily at Kang and Sailom and their passionate embrace. “Fine! My god!” he exclaims. “I'll go have a damn drink or five." He stomps towards the front door.
“Have five,” Sailom shoots back. “I might wanna fuck for two hours instead of - ”
“I don’t wanna know, Sailom, oh my god!” Saifah yells over his shoulder as he tugs on a pair of shoes at the front door.
Kang briefly considers offering him some cash to pay for his drinks as a thank-you, then decides against it, considering the reason for Saifah’s prickly mood in the first place.
“Thank you, Saifah, see you soon,” he calls politely after the retreating brother.
The moment the front door slams shut, Sailom is on Kang again, arms winding tighter around him and pressing his mouth against Kang’s, and this time, Kang doesn’t stop him. He leans in and slides his mouth over Sailom’s stroking their tongues together, moving his hands up and down Sailom’s back and waist and ass, squeezing in the appropriate places.
Sailom moans, insinuating his body against Kang's. “God, I can feel how hard you are,” he says, and he’s looking at Kang again with that look, the one Kang knows he isn’t even doing on purpose, the one that says fuck me? pretty please? in no uncertain terms.
“Because I love you and I wanna fuck you,” Kang replies hoarsely, grinding his hips against Sailom’s to rub their erections together through their pants. “Weren’t you saying something about your bedroom?”
Sailom moans again. “Yeah, yes,” he says, and tugs Kang’s hand, leading him out of the kitchen.
The house is small - it’s the one Sailom and Saifah’s parents rented before their deaths, Kang understands - so it takes all of five seconds to reach the door to Sailom’s bedroom. Once they’re inside, Sailom presses it shut and flips the lock. “Just in case,” he says to Kang, turning around and sliding his arms around Kang’s neck one more time. Kang gathers him up and presses him against the closed door and kisses him, sliding his tongue over Sailom’s mouth, grinding their hips together, until Sailom is breaking away and panting.
“Clothes,” he says, and Kang reacts, yanking off his own pants and shirt and underwear before helping Sailom with his.
Laughing, they tumble naked into the bed together, limbs tangling, their mouths meeting. They kiss, and Sailom wraps his legs around Kang and slowly grinds up into him. The bed is a single, likely one from Sailom's childhood, but it's more than big enough for the two of them to do what they desperately want to do together, and Kang simply thanks every divine entity he can think of that he's able to have Sailom horizontal and behind a closed door.
"God," Sailom says, breaking away from their kiss, "god, I love you, Kang, I love you so much."
Even though Kang kind of already knew it, hearing Sailom say the actual words threatens to burn him from the inside out. "I love you too, baby," he says to Sailom, and then leans close and growls in his ear, "and right now I want to fucking ruin you for anyone else."
Sailom moans, his body shuddering. "Yes, please," he says, rolling over to grab a bottle of lube next to the bed. "It's been a week, I almost died, Kang -" and he squirts some lube onto his fingers and reaches behind himself and starts rubbing it into his opening.
Kang chuckles a little, then rests a hand on Sailom's hip and watches, rapt, as two of Sailom's fingers disappear inside of him. "Fuck, that's hot," he breathes.
Sailom pulls his fingers out and rolls up on his knees. “I wanna ride you,” he says. “Can I?”
“Yes,” Kang moans, grasping his cock in hand and squeezing hard, because the very visual of Sailom riding him bareback makes him throb and leak precum. He rolls onto his back.
“Good,” Sailom says, throwing a leg over Kang’s waist and bracing his hands on his chest, hovering his ass over Kang's erection. “Put your cock in me.”
“Fuck,” Kang says, and holds onto his cock and presses the head against Sailom’s entrance.
Kang grits his teeth in self-restraint as Sailom lowers himself onto his cock steadily, though not as slowly as Kang expects. “Fuck, you’re taking me fast, Sailom,” he groans. "Don't hurt yourself."
Sailom breathes deep and tilts his head back, closing his eyes, apparently enjoying the sensation of Kang filling him up. “I played with a toy earlier today, I'm already ready,” he says breathlessly. “It’s been a whole week, I missed you - missed you so much - couldn't stand it -”
Kang gasps as Sailom buries him to the hilt inside his body and then immediately draws back up, his tight muscles grasping and massaging Kang's cock as he moves. “I missed you too, baby,” he moans. “God, you feel so fucking good - why the fuck haven’t we done it this way before -”
Sailom is lifting his hips and dropping down slowly but steadily. “I don’t know,” Sailom moans, “I need you deeper, Kang, harder -”
Kang reacts immediately, pulling up his knees, which tilts Sailom forward slightly. “Grab the headboard,” he says, and Sailom complies immediately. He leans forward and grips the horizontal wooden beam with both hands, moaning as he starts working his hips against Kang.
“That's it," Kang whispers softly, "good boy."
Sailom’s entire body shudders at the endearment, and holy fuck, Kang knows how to exploit a praise kink for damn sure. “Hold on tight, ride me as hard and fast as you want, baby,” he says, rubbing Sailom’s thighs gently before reaching down and slowly jerking his cock.
Sailom whimpers in pleasure as he moves, rocking his hips back and forth and using the headboard to steady himself. He increases his pace until he’s gasping and panting and riding Kang for all he’s worth, pulling up and then slamming back down to bury Kang’s cock as deep as he’ll go. Kang grabs two handfuls of Sailom’s ass and does what he can to help, bracing his feet on the mattress and countering Sailom’s thrusts with his own, and together they build a rhythm that’s hard and fast and drives helpless little noises from Sailom every time Kang bottoms out inside him.
“Fuck, you belong on my cock, don’t you, baby?” Kang asks, because from this angle, Sailom looks perfect, all sweaty and panting and flushed, the muscles in his abs and arms and thighs tensing as he rides, his pretty cock leaking all over Kang’s stomach. "You were made to be fucked, weren't you?" He collects some of Sailom's leaking precum and reaches up to finger Sailom's nipples with it, pinching them gently.
“Yes,” Sailom moans, arching his back to press into Kang's fingers as he strokes and plucks at his nipples, “god, yes, this is - god - Kang -”
Kang groans. “Tell me about playing with your toy earlier, baby,” he says. “Was it a dildo? Did you fuck yourself with it?”
Sailom whimpers, his thrusts increasing in pace even more. “Yes,” he says, “yes, oh - I fucked myself," he gasps, "but I wanted - I wanted you -”
Kang groans again through gritted teeth at the imagery. “Did you make yourself come?” he asks, dropping his hands to wrap around Sailom's hips, making sure to aim for his prostate every time he slides his cock up into him. "Did you fuck yourself til you came, baby?"
“Yes,” Sailom whimpers, and Kang can feel his thighs quaking where they're spread over Kang's waist.
“Good boy,” Kang murmurs again approvingly in a low voice, and Sailom moans, his eyes fluttering shut, his body clenching hard around Kang. “Did it feel good, sweetheart? Coming on your toy like that?”
“God, yes, it felt - it felt so good,” Sailom gasps breathlessly.
“Mm-hm, I bet,” Kang says, his voice a rough, seductive growl. “You came all over yourself, didn’t you?” he asks. “I bet you couldn’t even help it.” Kang raises up, resting on his palms behind him, and starts thrusting his hips up into Sailom, putting his face next to Sailom's so he can whisper into his ear. “I bet you fucked yourself so good you made a mess when you came, baby.”
Sailom is moaning and crying out; he can no longer answer in words, he’s so helpless with pleasure and need, and he’s clutching at the headboard and bouncing up and down, riding Kang's cock in desperate abandon, frantically seeking completion.
“I'm gonna watch you do that right now, sweetheart,” Kang says, and then he rolls them over and holds Sailom's legs up against his chest and pounds into him until Sailom is crying out and writhing in pleasure underneath him.
“You just can't help but come when you're getting fucked," Kang growls, "you love it that much, baby." He's fucking into Sailom for all he's worth and stroking his prostate with every thrust, and Sailom is sobbing and begging Kang as he grips his back and shoulders desperately.
"Please, Kang, make me come!" Sailom begs. "Please make me come, please, please!" He's shaking and leaking all over his stomach, his flushed, rock-hard cock bouncing with the force of Kang's thrusts, and Kang takes pity on him and adjusts the angle and speed every so slightly.
"Come on my cock, baby. Now," he orders.
Sailom does, right on Kang's command, screaming and crying out and emptying himself helplessly all over his stomach and chest and neck as he takes Kang’s cock, takes it and takes it, as Kang fucks him and talks him through it -
“- that’s it, baby, come all over yourself,” Kang says encouragingly, reaching down to drag his fingers through the come on Sailom's chest, spreading it around, before gripping Sailom's cock and stroking it, coaxing him through his orgasm. “Such a good boy, getting all messy for me,” Kang murmurs into Sailom's ear. "You're being so good, baby."
Sailom groans and whimpers with the enduring waves of pleasure as come spurts and dribbles from his cock onto his stomach. He sobs through the final shuddering pulses of his orgasm before going limp on his back, gasping for breath.
"Hang on tight, sweetheart," Kang says, and then fucks into Sailom hard and fast, chasing his own orgasm.
"Oh fuck," Sailom says suddenly, his body tensing again, "fuck, oh god!" And then he clings to Kang's shoulders and Kang watches in amazement as Sailom's cock pulses and jerks and spurts more come onto his front.
"Oh, fuck," Kang says breathlessly in surprise, the rhythm of his hips stalling just a little. "You weren't done coming? You need me to fuck you some more?"
"Yes!" Sailom begs, his body shaking, shining with sweat, his knees gripping Kang's back, and the look on his face is that most beautiful look of desperation Kang has ever seen. "Fuck me, please, don't stop," he begs, "I'm gonna - I'm gonna -"
And so Kang pins him down against the mattress and fucks him hard, forcing cries and sobs and pleas from Sailom's throat, showering him with obscene praise all the while (doing so good, baby, so good getting fucked, I could fuck you for hours - that's it, come on my cock, sweetheart) and then he fucks another shuddering orgasm out of Sailom.
Then Kang can't hold back his own orgasm anymore, because the sight of Sailom underneath him, sweaty and fucked-out and covered in come from multiple orgasms, is too much, too fucking erotic and downright filthy for Kang to withstand.
His climax slams into him and he groans loudly as his cock pulses hard and long, the pleasure intense, and he buries himself deep in Sailom and releases every last drop into him. Sailom is moaning softly throughout Kang's orgasm, rubbing Kang's back gently and making little appreciative sounds each time Kang's cock pulses and shoots more come inside him.
Finally it's over and Kang's body relaxes. He pulls out, shaking, dropping on his side next to Sailom, and looks down at him. Sailom is relaxed and sated next to him. He's still an absolute mess, but he's a satisfied mess, so Kang is happy with the outcome.
"There you go," Kang says, still panting, leaning in and nuzzling Sailom's cheek. "Fucking ruined you for anyone else."
"Mmmm," Sailom says, eyes heavy-lidded. "I think you just fucking ruined me, is all."
"That too," Kang agrees. "You're definitely gonna need a shower."
"Carry me," Sailom mumbles, raising his arms up. "I can't walk."
Kang laughs weakly. "I can't carry you to the shower, Sailom," he says. "I can barely move."
"Mmph," Sailom says. "I'll be dirty forever, then." He drops his arms back down to the bed.
Kang grins at him. "You're a fucking menace."
Despite his sleepiness, Sailom grins back. "You love me," he teases, pointing at Kang. "You said so."
Kang hums. "Well, you love me too, so we're even."
They do shower eventually, but they don't manage to finish before a slightly tipsy Saifah is back and screams in terror at the sight of them coming out of the bathroom together.