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“hyung” jiseok hummed as he sat on the edge of jungsu’s bed, guitar in hand, strumming some random song he was coming up with on the fly.
“yes, dear” jungsu hummed preoccupied, hunched over at the waist, wiping down the surface of his desk. jiseok watched as his muscles contorted through his shirt with each swipe, occasionally dragging his eyes down to the sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.
“do you ever wish i was the one going down on you instead?” jiseok asked earnestly, only ripping a surprised laugh out of his boyfriend. “i’m serious!”
“i mean, yes, it would be nice but i have no problem with being the one pleasuring you” jungsu confesses as he scrubbed a particularly stubborn part on the wood.
this conversation felt far too nonchalant for jungsu but jiseok wanted to get his point across. with that, he stood up from his position and walked over to where jungsu was standing, jungsu watching his steps through the mirror connected to his vanity. jiseok sunk to his knees beside the boys legs causing jungsu to spin around in disbelief. jiseok was now knelt on the ground, both hands balled into fist on his thighs as he looked up at his boyfriend.
“jungsu hyung, im serious” jiseok whined “please let me pleasure you.. it can just be this one time.. you can still take control! i just want-“ he trailed off.
“want what?” jungsu pried with a smirk, casting his line into the obvious ocean of an atmosphere jiseok had just created. to his suprise, jiseok scooted closer on his knees until his chin was propped up jungsu’s thigh, right next to his growing bulge. he looked up at jungsu through his eyelashes, only growing the desire building beneath jungsu’s chest. “say it.”
“your dick..” jiseok admitted softly, trailing his face inward until his cheek rested against jungsu’s bulge, still looking up at his boyfriend with faux innocent eyes.
“fuck..” jungsu hissed, feeling his dick twitch at the contact. but who would he be if he didn't let his precious boyfriend get his way just once? he pulled jiseok off his length by the hair, eliciting a sharp moan from the smaller. the disconnect was just enough to for jungsu to free himself from his fabric containment and throw them in the general direction of his hamper.
jiseok looked up at jungsu’s cock as it bobbed above his forehead, eyes slightly cross eyed from the proximity. he gulped noting the obvious length and girth, fear and apprehension settling in his stomach at his rather ballsy decision. something about jungsu’s dick from this angle made it look ten times bigger than when it was about to be put in his ass.
jungsu grabbed the base of his now fully hardened cock, lowering it to the boy’s lips to which he welcomed immediately, mouth opening almost naturally. jungsu tapped the tip against jiseok’s plush bottom lip, watching as he gulped in anticipation.
“its all yours, sweet boy” jungsu sang, releasing his hold on it as jiseok closed his mouth around the tip and sat up on his knees. his long eyelashes fluttered closed as he sank his lips down the shaft half way before he pulled back to the tip, opening his eyes to see jungsu’s reaction.
jungsu felt as if he could die looking down at his boyfriend in that very moment.. his plush lips wrapped tightly around his cock, his puppylike eyes looking up at him through his lashes. he had to hold every fiber of his being from thrusting his cock deep into jiseok’s tight throat, hips starting to twitch absentmindedly.
“fuck, jiseok. please move” jungsu pleaded, coming out as more of a whine than he intended. as told jiseok plunged his head deeper than before, tears welling in his eyes as jungsu’s dick neared the back of his throat. with each thrust downward, jiseok upped his speed and progressed further down to the hilt.
jiseok was determined to take him even deeper, pushing past the discomfort against his uvula and letting jungsu’s tip bruise his throat. but no matter what he tried, deep breaths through his nose or relaxing his jaw, nothing was making his throat any less tense for jungsu. each time it would plunge deeper, a gag would rip from his throat and spit would pour from the sides of his mouth. he was sobbing at this point, the stretch was overwhelming. sobs and whines left his closed mouth as vibrations around jungsu’s cock, tears and saliva dripping down his face and meeting under his chin. with every plunge deep into his throat, his eyes screwed shut and his body shook, gags and cries filling the room.
jungsu reached down and placed a firm hand on jiseok’s slick chin, pulling his cock from mouth. jiseok whined at the absence, trying to follow dick with his head but jungsu’s grasp on his chin held firm.
“baby, you don’t have to take it all” jungsu cooed worriedly, releasing his chin and rubbing jiseok’s tear stained cheeks. the frustration in jiseok was only building with every second jungsu’s cock wasn't in his mouth, more tears starting to pour from his eyes.
“n-no, hyung, please. i promise i can” he sobbed desperately, heaving slightly with each breath. he just wanted to prove he could do it for his hyung, he wanted to prove he can pleasure his boyfriend in the same way his boyfriend pleasures him. he wanted his cock so bad and didn't want to stop until his vision went black. jungsu couldn't lie, seeing the boy so cock drunk like this turned him on wildly but the sobs didn't sound pleasurable anymore and he knew his boyfriend needed a break, whether he wanted it or not.
“i can feel you holding back, hyung, please fuck me. i can take it, i promise” jiseok mumbled as the tears continued to fall, shaky hands reaching for jungsu’s length and pumping it with both. after collecting enough air in his lungs, he opened his mouth and placed jungsu on his tongue as nonverbal permission. jungsu hesitated, releasing the apprehension with a sigh.
“okay, baby, i’ll trust you..” jungsu decided, adjusting himself on his feet, one hand wrapping around jiseok’s nape as the boy kissed at his tip. “just tap my leg three times if it gets too much, okay?”
jiseok nodded slightly before closing his mouth around jungsu’s throbbing tip, jaw slacking, and hands falling back to his thighs, letting jungsu take complete control. jungsu swore he has never been this hard in his entire life, precum was leaking shamefully from his slit at his needy boyfriend beneath him.
his thrusts started slow and shallow, keeping jiseok’s head in place with firm fingers. he couldn’t help but choke out a few grunts and moans at how jiseok was letting him use his mouth, contrary to the difficult scene from his earlier actions. the feeling was overwhelming and jungsu was getting lost in it. quick.
he quickened his pace, sliding further into jiseok’s cavity, expecting resistance but met with the inverse. the gags had subsided, replaced with sloshing noises of a well slicked throat. jiseok looked up at him, eyebrows sewn together, eyes bloodshot from the countless minutes of tears that just so happened to now run dry.
locking eyes with his boyfriend sent him over the edge, had finally had it. jungsu conjoining both hands at his lover’s nape, dick reaching further than ever, jiseok’s tight throat squeezing his tip. a few more passes of this beautiful torture had jungsu filling jiseok’s mouth with his seed, grunting and hissing with each spurt released.
jiseok’s eyes could hardly stay open as jungsu unsheathed himself from his mouth. with no strength left in his body, jiseok’s mouth hung open, letting a string of cum fall off his swollen lips. jungsu quickly reached down to clamp the boy’s jaw together, forcing jiseok to take the load down his swollen throat.
once jungsu saw the bob of jiseok’s adams apple, he knelt down in front of the younger, now sitting level with one another, and collected jiseok’s cheeks in both hands. his eyes still couldn't focus, instead faltering closed as he leaned into jungsu’s grasp. jungsu guided his head to his shoulder, hands moving to his back to rub soothingly.
“hyung..” jiseok choked out a whine.
“yes, dear” jungsu hummed.
“my dick hurts so bad” he started crying once again, wheezing slightly into the collar of jungsu’s shirt “but i’m so tired..”
“oh, baby, i’m sorry.. let me take care of you” jungsu cooed through a stifled giggle at the desperate boy. he trailed a hand from his boyfriend’s thin waist to his pant button, unfastening it with ease and plunging his hand inside the fabric.
jiseok choked out a whine as jungsu shamefully grabbed his length through his boxers and began rubbing lightly. the fabric was already soaked through, yet jiseok’s cock remained rock hard. he must have been soaking himself this whole time..
the fake pity subsided and jungsu knew he had to do something, his boyfriend was practically crumbling from need around him. jungsu tugged the waistband of jiseok’s boxers under his balls in one swift movement, watching as precum slid out from his swollen slit as the cold air hit the burning skin.
“you did so well for me today..” jungsu purred as his hand attached to jiseok’s length once again, this time without the barrier, thumb massaging his slit. jiseok cried out, sinking his teeth into jungsu’s trap, tears falling to the fabric with each pass of jungsu’s fingertip.
jungsu slid his grasp down jiseok’s shaft slowly, picking up speed on the upstroke, curating an irregular stroke pattern that had jiseok biting harder into jungsu’s muscle. he alternated between fast and slow strokes leaving jiseok’s body to fall limp against his own.
the cries subsided as trembles took over his nervous system, brain only clouding with his orgasm. several spurts painted jungsu’s forearm as he slowed his pumps to a halt. jiseok’s body was trembling against his chest, leaving jungsu no choice but to wrap both arms around the body and press him further into his hold for comfort.
“jiseok” jungsu wavered, worried about the lifeless body in his arms, pulling the boy from his shoulder. jiseok’s weak head now propped up in both jungsu’s hands, eyes glistening and half lidded as they focused on jungsu’s slowly. “was i too rough?”
“no, hyung” he rasped, throat dry and abused. “w‘s perfect.”
“let’s get you to bed, cutie” jungsu giggled at his broken speech, wrapping two strong arms under jiseok’s thighs, lifting until jungsu was standing and jiseok’s body was held tightly against his chest. jungsu walked their bodies backwards to the bed, peppering kisses to jiseok’s flushed neck with each step.
“you know..” jungsu started as he gently placed jiseok down on the sheets, “weren’t you the one who wanted to fuck me?”
“shut up.”