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Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers, slick and insistent, found their way inside of Kim Dokja. Kim Dokja’s head fell back against the mattress at the sensation, his own fingers scrabbling weakly at the sheets.
“J-Joonghyuk—”
“So tight,” Yoo Joonghyuk murmured. The observation was low against his ear as he pressed deeper, crooking just slightly at a place inside of him that made him thrash weakly. The stretch was dizzying, a fullness that made Kim Dokja’s thoughts dissipate. “Even after this much preparation.”
“You brat,” Kim Dokja managed. The insult lost its edge as it dissolved into a sharp moan when Yoo Joonghyuk pressed against that spot inside of him once more. “You–ah!—you’re always so…”
Before Kim Dokja could answer, Yoo Joonghyuk withdrew his fingers, leaving Kim Dokja clenching around nothing for a moment. The blunt, heavy pressure of his cock replaced his fingers, causing a gasp to be elicited from his lips. In a slow motion, Yoo Joonghyuk pushed in, filling him completely. A broken sound was punched from Kim Dokja’s lungs, and his back arched off the bed.
“K–agh!” Kim Dokja’s broken moan interrupted him mid-sentence.
“Look,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. One hand was splayed across Kim Dokja’s lower stomach, pressing insistently with a pressure that Kim Dokja couldn’t ignore. His gaze dropped, and a fresh wave of heat flooded his face.
There, beneath Yoo Joonghyuk’s palm, was a distinct, subtle swell—the outline of him pressing from within. “You take me so well.”
Before Kim Dokja could retort, Yoo Joonghyuk’s other hand moved to his chest, calloused fingers pinching and rolling a nipple expertly. The deep thrusts and the sharp electric twinge on his chest was almost too much. Kim Dokja cried out, his hands grasping onto Yoo Joonghyuk’s wrists as he tried to pull him off.
“Too… too much!” he gasped, his body vibrating with each thrust. “Joonghyuk, wait—!”
Yoo Joonghyuk leaned over him, his shadow nearly swallowing Kim Dokja whole. If anything, his rhythm became more focused as each thrust seemed to aim to wring another ragged sound from Kim Dokja’s throat. His thumb continued its ministrations on Kim Dokja’s nipple, sending heat, electric through his body.
“You can take it,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, his breath hot against Kim Dokja’s face.
Pleasure buzzed under Kim Dokja’s skin, almost too much for him to bear. “Please, please—agh—!” he babbles, “Fuck—hng!”
So out of it—half-formed pleas and fragmented curses are the only words that can escape his lips. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, overtaken by Yoo Joonghyuk’s rhythm.
A harsh, guttural sound tore from Yoo Joonghyuk’s throat as his control wavered too. He drove into Kim Dokja with a final thrust, his hips flush against Kim Dokja’s thighs. Holding still, the hot sudden flood rushing into Kim Dokja made him jolt—a weak overwhelmed sob catching in his throat as his own release was wrung from him, his body clamping down in rhythmic pulses.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room were their ragged breaths. Yoo Joonghyuk’s weight over his sweaty body was an anchor as the pleasure still buzzed through his mind. Every nerve—oversensitive—couldn’t resist it when Yoo Joonghyuk lazily dragged a thumb over an abused nipple. “S-stop…” he mumbled, though it was merely out of instinct. Boneless, he laid there, utterly spent.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t move away. Instead, he shifted slightly, just enough for a clear glance down at Kim Dokja’s wrecked face. His dark eyes scanned the tear-streaked cheeks, the parted lips, and the dazed, unfocused gaze. A low hum of satisfaction rumbled through him.
“Too quick,” he says, even after just having finished. “We’re not done yet.”
Still inside, he rolled his hips in a shallow motion. Kim Dokja whimpers, shaking slightly. The sensation was sharp against his sensitive flesh.
“Ngh… Y-you, mmph!” Kim Dokja cried. He weakly gripped the sheets beneath him, steeling himself against the new onslaught.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t deny it. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Kim Dokja’s ear. “You are mine.” It was as if he were stating an incontrovertible truth—as if he were proclaiming a law, a rule of the universe. Before Kim Dokja’s hazy mind could even comprehend the words, Yoo Joonghyuk began to speed up his pace. Kim Dokja’s breath hitched, a choked gasp of protest morphing into a moan as the familiar, aching fullness began to build once more.
“Joonghyuk—wait! Ah—I can’t—”
“Ngh…” Yoo Joonghyuk groaned against his skin, “you can.” His pace steadily increased, his hands gripping onto Kim Dokja to pull him into each thrust. “You will.”
A broken wet cry was all Kim Dokja could produce as Yoo Joonghyuk set a new, relentless rhythm. The sensitivity was excruciating, every nerve screaming in protest. Yet his body betrayed him, heating up again with a traitorous warmth that coiled deep in his belly.
“I… I really can’t,” Kim Dokja whimpered, his head thrashing against the pillow. His hands, which had been limp, pushed feebly against Yoo Joonghyuk’s muscled chest. “It’s too much… you bastard…”
Yoo Joonghyuk captured one of his wrists, using it for leverage as his thrusts grew rougher. Deep and unforgiving, each surge into him was punctuated by the slick, lewd sounds of their joining.
“Your body says otherwise,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, grunting through the tightness within Kim Dokja. He pushed down on Kim Dokja’s stomach once more, applying firm pressure. Kim Dokja became acutely aware of the fullness, of the distinct shape of Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock moving deep inside him. The hand moves towards his cock, still eagerly hard. It drips as if asking for more.
“Hngh… hah…” Kim Dokja could only gasp as Yoo Joonghyuk began to run his fingers over it, teasing him. His back arched as a sharp thrust caused him to go unsteady.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips turned upwards—faint, almost imperceptible. He shifted his angle slightly, deliberate in his motions as he fucked into a spot that caused Kim Dokja to shudder once more. Kim Dokja sobbed his weak struggles ceasing as he became overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure rolling through him.
His neglected nipple peaked tautly in the cool air, and Yoo Joonghyuk’s thumb simply brushed over it this time. Another shiver ran through his body with just a single touch.
“S-stop teasing…” Kim Dokja whimpered.
“I’m not,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, his voice low. He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over Kim Dokja’s lips. “I’m proving that you belong to me. Every part of you.” He rolled his hips as he spoke. Kim Dokja’s eyes rolled back, a long shuddering moan tearing from his lips. His mind hazed over, losing all grip on reality as everything blurred into the single overwhelming sensation of being possessed, claimed, and filled to the brim.
Yoo Joonghyuk watched him unravel, his own breathing growing heavier. “Again,” he said, his rhythm faster, more urgent. “Come for me again, Dokja”
And as Yoo Joonghyuk drove into him with a final thrust, Kim Dokja’s body had no choice but to listen as it convulsed around him. He remained trembling and boneless for however long, his mind cleared of everything except of this sensation—of Yoo Joonghyuk looming above him as he caught his own breath.
Yoo Joonghyuk remained buried deep within him as Kim Dokja shuddered through the aftershocks, unmoving. Kim Dokja laid there dazed, the stickiness on his stomach uncomfortable, the sensitivity still sharp between his legs.
“Hng—y-you’re gonna kill me one of these days,” Kim Dokja mumbled into the crook of Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck, his voice hoarse and wrecked. He lacked the strength to even sound properly angry.