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“Kim Dokja…” Yoo Joonghyuk grits his teeth, his hands clenched. He tries to place a hand on his hair, but Kim Dokja simply swats it away.
Patience… C’mon, have a little bit of patience here, Kim Dokja tries to say. His words come out in a garbled mess as he sputters around Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. Saliva pools around the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his chin. It makes a mess, along with the remnants of tears that wet the area under his eyes, caused from taking the sheer girth of his cock.
Right now, he’s taken about a third of it into his mouth. A third might not sound like a lot when talking about other people, but Yoo Joonghyuk was exceptionally big. The word exceptional can’t even capture the magnitude of how big he truly is. Thus, a third actually is a lot.
Kim Dokja isn’t idle with the rest of his cock either, no. Of course not. He’s a proactive man, able to get things done. But that isn’t the main point here. He works his hands around the area that he can’t take in, stroking what is left of it. He cups Yoo Joonghyuk’s balls, drawing another hiss. A saltiness drips into his mouth, the heat emanating from his cock overwhelming. Kim Dokja resists the urge to rut against the floor, to palm against himself.
“Ngh… Are you going to spend the rest of the night fooling around?” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice cracks at the end, his words dipping to the lowest possible lows and jumping to the highest possible highs. The pitch of it wavers, the rope of his patience clearly having burnt down to the last couple of strands.
What the hell do you think I’m doing right now? Kim Dokja tries to mumble around his cock. Again, it makes a mess, the amount of saliva dripping out of his mouth astounding. It’s like he’s learning how to speak again. It wasn’t a good idea, no, but Kim Dokja wasn’t known for his good ideas.
“S-stop, Kim Dokja…” Yoo Joonghyuk’s jaw is clenched so tight that each individual muscle on his face could be mapped out. A doctor would have a field day if they could see this.
He listens to Yoo Joonghyuk, popping off of his cock with an obscene noise. He coughs a little, swallowing down the rest of the spittle that had pooled in his mouth. His jaw aches, but this bastard doesn’t seem to appreciate it at all.
Yoo Joonghyuk catches his breath, the sounds sending electricity through Kim Dokja’s body.
“If you’re—ack,” Kim Dokja coughs. Yoo Joonghyuk, with that terribly flushed face of his, pulls him up onto the bed. His hands begin to work on his slacks, taking off his briefs. “W-wha—hey! At least let me finish my sentence first!”
Yoo Joonghyuk turns his gaze back onto his face. The redness around his ears still hasn’t settled, his eyes blazing with a lustful glow. “What,” he grumbles expectantly.
“If you’re so impatient for it, we should just get to the main course?”
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk grabs at his pants again, “I’m trying to do that.”
“Just let me get my words in first. Then we can get started.”
“You’ve already said enough.” Yoo Joonghyuk finally reveals his parts to the air as he yanks down his briefs completely. A cooling air wraps around him, relieving some of the discomfort caused by his excessively wet underwear. He’s probably a complete mess right now, but Yoo Joonghyuk is too.
He can feel Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath fan out over his cunt, akin to a feather-light touch. It makes him hiss, forcing an urge within him to cry out for stimulation. Thankfully, he’s not that far gone yet.
Yoo Joonghyuk sits up again, shifting Kim Dokja’s body over. His pants are moved to the side once more, but Kim Dokja doesn’t feel anything else other than the cool air against his skin. It’s comfortable, sure, but it wouldn’t be insane of him to say he wished for more stimulation.
Before long, Yoo Joonghyuk finally presses his cock against his folds. It teases there, parting wetness, the weight pressing against his clit. His cunt aches for Yoo Joonghyuk’s touch, but asking for it directly would be too shameful, even for someone like him.
“Are you trying to dawdle now too?” Kim Dokja asks, trying to keep his voice level. He bites at his lips, preventing any stray noises from slipping loose. “I didn’t know you were that type of person, Joonghyuk-ah.”
“Shut up, Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk grunts, before shoving his cock completely into his cunt. It fills every gap inside of him simultaneously, seeping into every crevice of his body. This feeling, a thrum within his veins, thumping deep with the pulse of his heart—it’s almost too much to take in.
His tease worked, his cunt gushing as it accommodates Yoo Joonghyuk completely. His toes curl as Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands press against his ass for leverage, bottoming out completely. He can hear the groans coming from behind him, his voice unbelievably low. The sensations zip through his body completely, the warmth in his belly growing hotter and hotter.
“Ngh… Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja whimpers. He bites into the pillow as Yoo Joonghyuk almost completely removes himself from his pussy, only to thrust it back in fully again. The movement shakes his entire body, making his arms go slack. His teeth only bite down harder, his saliva wetting the fabric.
He can’t even pay attention to the disgusting texture of the fabric in his mouth, with Yoo Joonghyuk’s relentless thrusts. It pounds into him in a staccato rhythm, wringing cries out of his throat, muffled by the pillow. His arms try grasping at the sheets, even in his sorry state.
“I’m…” Yoo Joonghyuk murmurs by his ear, in the midst of a thrust, “I’m… Kmmgh, I’m close, Kim Dokja.”
Don’t whisper so closely to my ear… It’s a thought Kim Dokja has, but it dissipates just as quick. Words turn to a slurry of nonsense in his brain, blended by the strength behind Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips as he bottoms out, over and over again.
Kim Dokja can feel it too. He’s close, close, close. Closer than he ever has been before. But is it truly enough? His thrusts are erratic, hitting all the right spots, but Kim Dokja is greedy. Unbelievably greedy. He wants more—wants Yoo Joonghyuk to fuck into his womb, to impregnate him fully. To bind him to himself for eternity.
“Kim Dokja!” Yoo Joonghyuk comes with a shout that could probably be heard by their neighbors. A stinging pain erupts as Yoo Joonghyuk bites down on his shoulder, presumably to muffle his noises. It’s just enough to bring Kim Dokja over the edge, as he squirts all over Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock, clenching down on the come inside of him. He doesn’t stop until almost an eternity later, a long-drawn mewl escaping from his lips.
There’s still a trail of saliva on the pillow—a mess made by himself, but he’ll worry about that later. Right now, he’s too weak to do anything but fall asleep.
A heavy weight trembles on top of him.
Yoo Joonghyuk, that damn brat…