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“Oppa!” Mikey greeted, beaming at him.
Draken smiled, shy. He nervously looked around, checking that no one was around to hear him.
“Hi, Mikey,” he greeted back, brushing Mikey’s hair out of his face. He pecked him quickly on the lips, checking around again.
Mikey giggled.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be up,” Draken commented. Mikey didn’t look sleepy at all, so he probably had gotten up a while ago.
“Grandpa needed help,” he explained. “He’s so old, he needs me for everything now,” he sighed dramatically.
“What a good grandson,” Draken mocked, pinching Mikey’s cheek. He rolled his eyes, slapping Draken’s hand away.
“Did you bring the game?”
“Yeah, it was hard to get it but I have it.”
“Great. Get your ass ready to be kicked, Ken-chin,” Mikey said with a mischievous grin.
“Ahhh, Ken-chin, I don’t wanna play anymore!” Mikey whined, after he lost for the third time in a row.
“Whose ass you said you would be kicking?” Draken smirked, showing him his middle finger when Mikey stuck out his tongue.
“Oppa, you’re so mean, you’re supposed to let your girlfriend win!” he kept whining, his voice higher and breathier.
And Draken hated when Mikey played that card, his face blushing when Mikey referred to himself as a girl. He hardly could go against Mikey most of the time and now he had another trick to have the upper hand.
“Do you want to play again? I’ll let you win this time,” he offered, meekly.
“No, I had enough,” he replied, getting up and dropping the joystick on the bed. “Enjoy yourself.”
Draken rolled his eyes, letting Mikey go without a word. He didn’t want to start a fight, so he ignored him, looking for a one-player game.
Mikey came back fifteen minutes later, his hair brushed down and two purple hairpins keeping it away from his face.
Draken paused the game, smiling softly at him.
“Hey, baby,” he said, hoping Mikey wasn’t mad anymore. He didn’t look like it, but the nickname definitely made the fight leave his little body.
Mikey had his tricks; he had his own.
Since they were boyfriends they fought a lot less, and Draken had come to the conclusion that they used fighting as a way to get out their feelings for each other. Now they just could make out when they were feeling heated to fix everything.
“Ken-chin,” Mikey sighed, sitting and slumping against him. “Is it fun?” he asked, pointing at the game still displayed on the screen.
“Not as fun as it is with you,” he replied sincerely.
“Yeah, because you were kicking my ass,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I could do something funnier with your ass.”
“Oppa!” he exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. Draken laughed, hugging him by the waist and kissing his temple. Mikey looked at him with doe eyes, and Draken realised he had his eyelashes curled. His lips were shining with lipgloss.
Ah, so this is what he was doing.
“Give me another,” Mikey asked, lips pouted.
He could do nothing but comply, leaving the joystick on the bed to have both hands free. He manhandled Mikey to sit on his lap, making him moan.
“Oppa is so strong.”
His lips smeared with the lipgloss on Mikey’s as he kissed him, pressing and sucking softly. Mikey opened his mouth, silently asking for his tongue.
“Ah!” Mikey gasped when Draken slid his tongue against his, his hands squeezing Mikey’s waist. Mikey tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up.
“Mikey-”
“I want to.”
Draken exhaled shakily as he took off his shirt, Mikey’s hands rubbing his shoulders, slid them down to stroke his chest, his abs.
“Isn’t oppa’s girlfriend lucky?” he sighed dreamily, making Draken whine. “Oppa is so hot, so good,” he praised, smacking his lips against Draken’s again, kissing him harder, caressing his neck, his tattoo.
When Draken slid his hands under his shirt, though, he pulled away.
“What-”
Mikey giggled, making Draken arch an eyebrow.
“What are you up to?”
“Hmmm,” Mikey hummed, faking innocence. He released himself from Draken’s hold, lying on the bed.
Draken looked at him, up and down, noting his feet.
“Mikey- what are you wearing?”
“I wanna look pretty for you,” he said, not quite answering the question.
“You always do, baby,” Draken assured, getting on top of him, looking for a sign.
“Undress me,” he demanded. Draken complied, taking Mikey’s shirt off, the sight making him groan.
“Mikey-”
Mikey was wearing a soft pink bra that contrasted against his skin so lovely, his nipples hard, poking at it from the inside.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes- oh, baby, do you have the bottom part too?”
Mikey smiled, shrugging.
Draken tugged Mikey’s sweatpants off, finding out.
“Fuck-”
Through all his life, Draken had seen more women in lingerie than he could remember, but not even in the worst part of adolescence he had gotten this hard.
Mikey had the panties of the set, the same shade of pink, his dick tenting the fabric. He also had mid thigh white stockings, completing the look.
“Do I look good, oppa?” Mikey asked cutely.
“You look like a dream, baby,” Draken moaned, diving to kiss Mikey with renewed fervor, one hand squeezing his waist, the other tilting his head. Mikey whined, hugging Draken by the shoulders.
“Ah- oppa-”
Draken kissed his jaw, his neck. He cupped his pecs, pressing them together, licking the cleavage.
“Ah- do you like my tits, oppa?”
“I do, baby, your tits look so good,” he replied, sucking on a nipple over the bra, wetting it with saliva. He spat on the other, obscuring the fabric, rubbing his nipples with his thumbs.
“Ngh- Ken-chin, I’m so hard-”
“I can see it,” Draken said, poking at Mikey's dick, a wet patch where his tip was. “You’re so excited, baby, look how hard your clit is.”
“Ahhh, no, Ken-chin- oppa-”
Draken chuckled, pulling at the panties, restraining his dick harder. He kissed the ribbon at the top of it, blowing air at his tip.
“Come on- oppa, suck it, please-”
He didn’t need more encouragement, enveloping Mikey’s dick with his mouth, still covered by the fabric.
“Yesss.”
Mikey fisted Draken’s hair, messing up his braid. He thrusted up weakly, pushing Draken's head down.
Draken looked at him, feeling his heart fluttered. Mikey was so, so pretty.
“My pussy- oppa, my pussy-” Mikey cried, Draken's skin breaking into goosebumps.
“Oh, fuck-”
“Eat me out-” he begged, raising his hips.
Draken moaned, lowering his face, nosing at Mikey’s balls over the fabric. He pulled the panties to the side, licking a broad stripe at Mikey’s hole.
“What- you’re wet,” he said, surprised. Mikey didn’t like to prep himself, lazy as ever, leaving it in Draken’s hands (literally).
Mikey giggled.
“Of course I’m wet, you turn me on so bad.”
Draken laughed, cheeks blushing. He lapped at Mikey’s rim, wiggling his tongue until it breached his hole.
“Your pussy juice tastes like cherry,” he said, swallowing the shame. Mikey wailed, his hole clenching around his tongue.
“Ah! Wait- stop- ngh, Ken-chin-”
He slid off, licking his lips.
“Please, fuck me, oppa,” Mikey pleaded. He brushed Draken’s cock with a lace-covered knee, reminding Draken of his own excitement.
“Ah!”
“Come on-”
Draken was about to pull Mikey’s panties off, when he stopped him.
“No, no, fuck me with the panties on.”
“Oh, my god, Mikey-”
“Finger me a bit, I just wet my hole on the outside” he admited, making Draken snort.
Of course.
He took the lubricant out of the drawer, pouring it on his fingers. He didn’t warm it up, just press it against his hole. Mikey gasped, moaning when Draken got a finger inside.
“You’re so hot inside, baby,” Draken moaned, thrusting it in and out. He got a second inside quickly, scissoring his fingers, making room for his cock.
“Oppa, I’m ready, I’m ready, please-”
“You are, baby? You sure your pussy is stretched enough?”
“Yes! Yes, oppa, my pussy is ready- put your cock, put your cock inside-”
“Fuck, Mikey.”
Draken pulled his sweatpants and briefs down quickly, fisting his cock with his lubed hand, letting out a shaky breath.
“You’re ready?” he whispered, checking that everything was fine.
“Yes, Ken-chin” Mikey whispered back. Draken guided his cock to Mikey’s sweet hole, breaching it. They both whined, Draken pushing until he was all inside.
“Ahhh, oppa- tell me- tell me-” he pleaded.
“Mikey,” Draken complained, embarrassed. Mikey pouted, widening his eyes. “Ah- well- you’re- you’re good. You’re my good girl.”
His cock twitched inside Mikey, at the same time that Mikey’s hole clenched around him.
“Yesss, ah, yes, yes, oppa- fuck me, fuck me-”
Draken held the back of Mikey’s thighs, his hands at the hem of his stockings. He started thrusting, hard and fast, Mikey moaning loud as his cock rubbed his insides.
“Ngh- Ken-chin-”
“Oh, fuck, Mikey, so tight-”
“Ah! Is my pussy good?” he asked in his cute, high voice.
“Yes, yes- ah- baby-” he whimpered.
The slapping sound was getting louder as the thrusts got erratic, getting close to orgasm. Draken looked at Mikey, his hair messed up, his cheeks red, his body covered in pink, soft lace.
“I love you, Mikey, I love you,” he told him, his heart full with love.
“Me too! I love you, oppa,” he smiled breathily.
“Gonna cum, baby-”
“Inside! Ah, Ken-chin, inside- make me pregnant. Get me pregnant, Ken-chin-”
Draken whined, shudders running down his spine.
“Ah, fuuuck- you want it? You want me to breed you?”
"Yes, yes, oppa, breed me-"
Draken came, a broken moan slipped through his open lips, cock pulsating while he cum deep inside Mikey.
“Ah- Ken-chinnn,” he whined, clawing at Draken’s biceps.
“Cum for me- my pretty girl, cum for me,” Draken said through clenched teeth, holding Mikey’s dick, rubbing it with the panties. Mikey wailed, his dick spurting inside them, his face scrunched up in pleasure.
Draken let himself fall on top of Mikey, hugging him.
"Ken-chin, you're too heavy," Mikey complained, but still hugged Draken back.
"I think your panties are ruined," Draken said against his neck. "Wait- where did you get this," he asked, separating from him to look at his face.
"Well..." Mikey started, giggling. "Remember last time we went to your house...?"
"That's why it was one of the sets missing," Draken realised. "Mikey, Masawei made a fuss because an order was missing, he was ready to fight the suppliers."
"I'm sorry," he replied, not feeling sorry at all. "But it was worth it, right?"
Draken blushed, smiling embarrassed.
"Yeah, it was- it was something."
"Ah, oppa. Will you call me your pretty girl again?"
"Shut up."
"If I don't get pregnant I want to keep trying."