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The conversation happens on a date night.
They’ve been drinking for a while, and Seokjin has tipped into a sweet salacious mood.
He’s brushing Jeongguk’s hair and playing with the frayed edge of his shirt. He can’t sit still, not with Jeongguk not giving him his full attention.
It’s a game between them. A game whose rules are explicitly laid out and defined.
Jeongguk withholds as Seokjin craves, grows desperate with each passing second. Then he begs, and begs. Turns pink and pliant as Jeongguk teases him, drives his desperation to a tipping point that has him hump hump humping Jeongguk’s knee for release.
Jeongguk enjoys it. A lot.
He loves coaxing Seokjin out of his shy, demure self. He loves watching Seokjin lose his sanity, his words, until the only thing that can bring him back down is Jeongguk’s cock fucking his cunt.
So is the case today as well.
Jeongguk pays Seokjin no mind. He keeps his eyes trained on the movie in front of him, as Seokjin squirms, grows smaller and smaller, till he’s fully rolled into Jeongguk.
But, just when Jeongguk thinks they’re almost at that peak tonight, the one that will make Seokjin freefall only for Jeongguk to catch him, things take an unexpected turn.
On the screen in front of them is a man being devoured. The characters are in a club, with a spliff being shared between three men. The main character, whatever his name is, climbs into the lap of another man, waits till the third man puts the joint between his lips and instructs him to blow out the smoke back into his mouth.
It’s hot, and it reminds Jeongguk of sultry, hazy nights spent doing the same with Seokjin. It also reminds him that they haven’t smoked together in a while.
Seokjin’s not really a fan and Jeongguk understands that, no matter how much he loves the high sex after weed gives him.
They’d tried it even a couple of times right at the beginning when they started seeing each other.
Seokjin used to cutely concentrate on Jeongguk’s voice as Jeongguk made him hit the pen, talked him through the act of it, of holding the smoke in his lungs then blowing it back.
The sight of it had made Jeongguk delirious with power.
It was no secret Seokjin loved to be ordered about. He did not have to turn to alcohol or drugs to get on his knees and beg for Jeongguk to come down his throat.
But with weed in him he’d become so unbelievably pliant, so malleable in Jeongguk’s arms, that his head would loll and roll around without restraint, he’d moan and whimper if Jeongguk so much as looked away for a second. Then he’d come to Jeongguk, crawling on all fours, trapping him, sliding on his face, smothering him with his gushing, fat pussy.
But, still not a fan. And Jeongguk discovered that nothing made him come harder than doing exactly what Seokjin wanted. So he let it go.
Right now, Seokjin shifts in a knowing way. His thighs part and close together subtly. A telltale sign that his pussy’s wet, that it’s leaking enough to make him uncomfortable, to soil his underwear.
Jeongguk brushes his fingertips on his temple. Seokjin only burrows deeper, as if shy, as if caught.
“What is it, baby?”
Seokjin doesn’t reply.
Jeongguk taps his cheeks, “The scene making you hot?”
The main character is now sandwiched between the two men and they’re grinding on each other, biting marks into his neck. A pure ecstatic smile is plastered on his face as too many greedy hands grope his chest and ass.
Seokjin squirms again. Not subtle at all.
Jeongguk reaches for the remote and pauses the movie. Their game disrupts.
Seokjin’s now hiding between the pillows, though Jeongguk can make out his smile.
“Seokjin,” Jeongguk calls him again. “Do you want to smoke up?”
A muffled no comes from Seokjin.
“Then what is it?” Jeongguk asks patiently, only to be met with more silence.
He grabs the pillow Seokjin’s hiding under and tries to turn Seokjin’s face to him.
Seokjin resists. “Stooop,” he whines while snatching another pillow and puts that on his head.
Jeongguk pouts. “I don’t get it.” He looks back at the screen. “What’s got you acting this way? If not the smoke then is it that dark-haired man? Is it his muscles? You want to go to a club and fuck?”
Seokjin remains dramatically concealed and tight-lipped.
Well, then.
The game they’re playing changes, it becomes the one where Seokjin plays hard to get.
Usually it befalls Jeongguk to beg during those times, to follow around Seokjin with a surmounting need, to feel in his gut the hunger for the nectar that lies between Seokjin’s legs. Like a hungry, starving man he sets out on this mission the second Seokjin starts ignoring him.
Either on a night out, or a work day, his texts will receive curt replies, Seokjin will subtly slip away from him in the crowd. He’ll withhold access to his pussy, clamp his thighs if Jeongguk’s fingers trail down while he chops vegetables. All for Jeongguk to lose his mind; he’ll drool and dream about licking up the fat folds of his pink pussy, of pushing his tongue inside his sweet little hole. He’ll follow Seokjin around like a puppy on a leash, whimpering, whining, for a taste. Just a taste.
This one’s a bit rare. Usually decided between them beforehand. Usually they fight a little before they roll the dice on it.
So, is Seokjin trying to annoy him? Pick a fight?
Jeongguk huffs and throws himself on the other end of the couch, far from Seokjin.
He doesn’t ask another question and presses play. Back to the movie it is.
Seokjin doesn’t last two minutes.
He discards all the pillows he was buried under and makes his way over to Jeongguk.
“Is my bunny mad?” Seokjin squishes his cheeks.
Jeongguk shrugs him off, keeping his eyes on the screen.
“Such a silly bunny.” Seokjin noses along his neck, presses light kisses to his collarbones.
But Jeongguk doesn’t give in to him yet. He pushes Seokjin away.
A cute little pouty pout sprouts on Seokjin’s mouth. His eyes widen as he falls back on his hands.
“Seriously?” Seokjin crosses his arms. “That was kinda rude.”
Jeongguk remains stationary.
Seokjin jabs him with his foot. “Stop ignoring me.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” Jeongguk still doesn’t look at him, but knows Seokjin’s rolling his eyes. This just means he’s getting eager for Jeongguk to pounce on him.
Jeongguk wants to wait him out, to make him scream whatever was on his mind. Because something was. That scene hit a spot in Seokjin, and Jeongguk wants to know which one.
“It’s dumb.” Seokjin doesn’t come back up to him. Rather he picks up his wineglass and takes a sip. Then gulps down all of it.
“Try me,” Jeongguk finally turns to him.
In the dim lights, Seokjin’s so very pretty. His cheeks are a rosy pink and his ears a burning shade of red. Yes, it’s because of the alcohol, but it’s also because of whatever ticked him off.
“Ugh,” Seokjin slaps his chest. “Can we let it go?”
“Absolutely not!” Jeongguk entraps his wrist. “Not when you’re acting like that. Think I can let it go now especially?”
Seokjin squirms half-heartedly. He knows he could get away with it. Jeongguk’s strong, yes. But his hold’s loose enough that he could run away if he so wanted. But he stays, puts on a show.
The want on his face is evident though. Jeongguk can tell the courage to talk about it is building up in him. His cheeks become puffy, and his eyes glaze. He looks at the screen, then back at Jeongguk, then back at the screen.
“It’s seriously like so dumb.”
Jeongguk only nods, thumbing Seokjin’s palm.
Seokjin opens his mouth, but only air comes out. He huffs, laughing. “Aish, you’re making me conscious now.”
“I’ll look away.” He shifts, turning away from Seokjin but keeps his wrist pinned to him. “Is this helpful?”
Seokjin laughs and shoves him from the back. But Jeongguk stays put. He adds a moment later, “Unless you don’t want to talk about it–”
“I do.” Seokjin comes close and puts his mouth on Jeongguk’s nape. A shiver passes through Jeongguk in anticipation. There’s a drop of silence and then–
“I…” Seokjin whispers into his back. “I… I think I want to have a threesome.”
Jeongguk doesn’t even fully catch the end of the sentence before Seokjin runs off. He snatches his hand from Jeongguk and skips away to the kitchen as Jeongguk stays frozen, a bit bewildered at what he’s just heard.
Seokjin thinks he wants to have a what?
His first reaction is to completely recoil from the image that pops up in his head. It’s one from the movie, with Seokjin as the main character, clinging on to Jeongguk as a third faceless body squeezes his waist.
Jeongguk’s whole body shudders.
“What?” he mutters. “What?” He gets up and follows in Seokjin’s footsteps.
Seokjin’s pouring himself another glass of wine. He’s blushing furiously, so very pink from the tips of his ears to the tips of his toes. Jeongguk knows cause he checks out every inch of his body.
“Do you want to drink more?” Seokjin asks.
“Yeah. Sure, yeah,” Jeongguk mutters. “So you want to…”
“I told you it was stupid.” Seokjin grabs a chilled glass from the fridge and pops some ice into it.
“It’s not stupid, not if you want it.” Jeongguk finishes it off for him by adding the whiskey and sparkling water.
Seokjin mixes it with a spoon, and slides it over to Jeongguk. “Now can we let it go?”
Jeongguk catches it, takes a sip, smacks his lips. “If you want, yes. I won’t ask again if you’re not ready to talk about it today. But, we should. I mean, we always talk about these things.”
Three years into their relationship, of course they’ve talked about and done some nasty shit. They both like sex, they both love each other, are equally obsessed with each other’s bodies.
Though, Jeongguk would argue he definitely has an edge over Seokjin when it comes to his appetite.
Jeongguk likes to eat. Seokjin.
Fuck can he help it if his boyfriend’s got the juiciest, fattest, hottest cunt ever? He’s gone down on him a million times, and yet he wakes up craving more. He wants to drown in his pussy, wants his fingers pruned, lips salty and face wet with Seokjin’s come.
“Stop making those eyes at me!” Seokjin throws a tissue at him. “That’s unfair.”
“All’s fair, baby, if it gets you talking.” Jeongguk blink blink blinks at him, widening his eyes. “It’s not a crime to want to know your boyfriend’s fantasies right?”
“It’s a crime to weaponise those eyes when your boyfriend’s a little drunk, okay?” Seokjin rolls his eyes and moves back to their couch.
Jeongguk dutifully follows with their drinks. “Like I said, we don’t have to talk about it tonight.” He sits beside Seokjin. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’ve not even thought about it that much. Don’t think I would make sense.”
Jeongguk notices the hesitation in Seokjin’s voice. He’s still on the fence. So he decides to not push it further.
They can take this gently, even though he’s nosy as fuck and will probably be only thinking about this for the coming week.
He reaches for the remote and says, “Fine, we’ll talk whenever you’re ready—”
Seokjin grabs the remote from him and flings it somewhere behind them. “The idea is hot, but I don’t know if I could, you know, actually go through with it.” Seokjin speaks too fast, all his words meshed into one another.
But Jeongguk understands him just fine.
“Yeah?” he nods, and reaches for Seokjin’s fingers. They’re wet with condensation. It’s becoming a little hard for Jeongguk to keep his focus when all he wants is to ravish Seokjin. “Want to tell me more?”
“You tell me first. Would you be okay with the idea?”
Jeongguk falters. He thinks about it. If he’s expecting honesty from Seokjin, then he needs to give back just as good. So he shakes his head. “I’m not a fan. But I could come around to it if you want, honestly. It’s, well. It’s weird to think of someone else touching you.”
“Thought as much.” Seokjin takes steady sips of his wine. His lips again get redder and fuller.
“Have you always wanted this, or did the movie provide inspiration?”
Seokjin hums. “Think of it like your…” his voice drops an octave, “your… pissing kink?”
Jeongguk coughs and drinks his drink.
Yes, he wants Seokjin to piss on him. There is nothing deep or twisted behind it. He just wants Seokjin to rain down on his face. He’s experienced nothing short of euphoria at making Seokjin squirt, of being four fingers deep in him, and fingerfucking, rubbing, flicking his clit till his legs shake and his stomach convulses with hot intensity till he’s drenched Jeongguk’s body like a high pressure faucet.
They’ve discussed it before, but Seokjin’s definitely not ready for it yet.
Apart from the fact that it is slightly, slightly disgusting, he’s also simply too shy to let go of his inhibitions to that extent.
What he hasn’t told Seokjin is that now a new desire has developed within him. He wants to piss on Seokjin too— like he wants to put him on his knees, make him beg and quiver, and bathe him in it.
But that’s a conversation for way, wayyy later.
Seokjin continues, “It’s not top of your list, but it’s there. And we’ve spoken about it, but never actually played it out. Like it’s a fantasy, but you’ll live. Do you get it?”
“Sort of.” Jeongguk almost, almost doesn’t ask the next question. But he has to. “Do you have a person in mind?”
This makes Seokjin laugh so hard that he spits his drink from his nose. He curses and pats his clothes, wiping down his sweatshirt and the couch.
Jeongguk shakes his head, helps him with it. He grabs a few tissues and dabs them on his thighs.
“Jesus, Jeongguk!” Seokjin lets himself be cleaned. Jeongguk will always take care of him, he knows.
“You want to fuck–”
“Shut up!” Seokjin kicks him. “I don’t have anyone in mind. I just found it hot. Like that’s all. I’d probably never ever agree to one either? But it’s hot. It’s not as complicated as you’re thinking.”
This Jeongguk understands. He’s got quite a few of those up his sleeves he’s yet to explore with Seokjin. Heck, they actually fuck vanilla more often than not despite all their talks. But it’s still good to have this knowledge about Seokjin. He can never know him enough.
Jeongguk pulls Seokjin to himself. He’s been so good tonight. Albeit he defied the rules of the game they were playing earlier, but he broke out of his shell and managed to share something so intimate with Jeongguk.
He fucking deserves the world. And a good fucking. A real, good thorough fucking.
A furious pink blush still dusts Seokjin’s cheeks and his breathing picks up when Jeongguk’s hands gently roam over his sides.
They’ve not kissed in over an hour and that’s making him needy. Now that’s a real crime!
He brushes his nose to Seokjin’s, ghosts his lips over him, looking for an answer. “What’s your colour?”
Seokjin doesn’t miss a beat. “Green.”
He seals their mouths together. Plump and soft. And his, Jeongguk thinks a little possessively.
He licks into Seokjin’s mouth, laps at his tongue. Seokjin tastes of red wine and smells so so fucking good.
Jeongguk nips his chin and rakes his hands over his waist. His tiny fucking waist hidden away under that humongous sweatshirt of his. His hand trails down to his ass and he grabs a handful, squeezing lightly.
Seokjin moans, tips into Jeongguk wholly. He puts his hands on Jeongguk’s chest and climbs into his lap.
“What’s your colour?” Seokjin whimpers as his pussy flattens over Jeongguk’s tenting cock.
“Green.” Jeongguk replies and goes back to kissing him.
God, he can kiss Seokjin for hours and hours and hours. These lips of his, swollen and pink, have destroyed Jeongguk’s sleep for years now. So perfect they are. He kisses and kisses and kisses his cupid’s bow again and again. His tongue traces the curves of his mouth and slips into him.
Their tongues roll around languidly, slow and heavy.
Jeongguk’s hands cup Seokjin’s face. “Baby, you’re so cute.” He kisses his nose, his eyes. “How’re you so cute?”
A smile blooms on Seokjin’s face and Jeongguk kisses it. He loves feeling Seokjin smile against his lips. He loves making Seokjin breathless and shy with all his compliments.
Most times he does it without even knowing. Seokjin is simply the most amazing person to him, and he deserves to always know that at every given second. Jeongguk will always make sure of that.
His sweet, sweet darling Seokjinnie.
“Think it’s you,” Seokjin’s hands sneak around his neck. “Think you make me cute, Guk-ah.”
Jeongguk licks his neck, plays with the hem of his sweatshirt. “Seokjinnie…” Jeongguk bunches up the material in his hands. “That’s a lie.” He takes off Seokjin’s sweatshirt completely. “You know it, baby. Just look at you.” His hands immediately grab Seokjin’s waist, warm warm warm. His thumbs rub his belly button, and press into his tummy with a light pressure.
Seokjin turns red. Wherever Jeongguk touches him, he leaves a mark behind. Even a feathery light touch makes him shine, marking splotches on his entire body Jeongguk can gaze upon for days.
How is Seokjin so magical? So doll-like pretty and glorious?
How is he real?
How is he Jeongguk’s?
Fuck, Jeongguk thrusts up once into Seokjin. He’s so fucking hard that his cock’s surely staining his pants. But he needs to map every inch of Seokjin first. He feels hungry and famished for it.
He kisses the tips of Seokjin’s nipples, drops kisses everywhere he can reach. “Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
“Want to come.” Seokjin whines, complains into his neck. He ruts a little faster on Jeongguk, trying to stave off the emptiness of his cunt.
“Not what I asked,” Jeongguk grabs his chin, makes him look at him as he rubs himself in little circles over Jeongguk, turns into a desperate, cock-hungry mess. “Fingers or mouth, baby.”
Seokjin grabs a fistful of Jeongguk’s hair, humping him, trying to fuck himself through three layers of clothing. “Please, Jeongguk. I’m so– please.”
“I see how it is,” Jeongguk cups Seokjin’s neck. “You don’t even need me, huh? Just happy to hump my leg like a bitch in heat?”
Seokjin gasps, his head rolls around as he swallows air. “No! I need… I need you to–”
“Use your words. Look at me.” Jeongguk commands and squeezes his neck lightly. “Tell me what you want or we stop.”
“Let’s just– I want to– like this. Maybe your fingers later on.”
“You sure?” Jeongguk draws him closer, forces him to look in his eyes as he talks. “Don’t beg for my mouth later.”
Seokjin’s lips sprout into a full pout. He stares back with glassy eyes, with indignation. His high’s been interrupted and of course he doesn’t appreciate that no matter how much he loves working for it, begging for Jeongguk.
“I don’t know, okay?” Seokjin traces his fingers on Jeongguk’s mouth. “I might need you, I always need these lips on me. So don’t make me choose. Can’t you just–”
“What? Watch as you fuck yourself on me? Use me?”
Seokjin dips his thumb into Jeongguk’s mouth, pushes in in in till Jeongguk’s gagging on it. “Don’t act like you’re not starving for me. You’re my fucking toy, my fucking cock. If I’m the bitch, then you’re the dog slobbering all over for my cunt.”
Jeongguk chokes, he bites Seokjin’s thumb, snaps his teeth around his digit, just enough to hurt a little.
“What a bad, little boy.” Seokjin presses down on him harder, sits on him till Jeongguk feels the depth of his cavity, a morsel of how deep he can take him. “Shameless and arrogant? Biting the hand that feeds you? I should whip you for it.”
Jeongguk releases his neck and digs his nails into Seokjin’s waist and fucks back into him roughly. “I’d like to see you try, baby.”
He smirks when Seokjin loses his balance. They’re both wild, both gone too far off in their heads. They stay rutting like animals, humping each other, coaxing the other out of control they both have already lost.
“One smack on me and you'll probably drop to your knees and hand over the belt to me. You’d present your cunt and beg for me to fuck you with it.”
“Fuck off,” Seokjin hands reach for his sweatshirt. “And take this thing off.”
Jeongguk is all the more eager to oblige. Even as he zips it off and throws it somewhere he doesn’t care about, Seokjin remains in his lap, taking his fill, rolling his hips in erratic little circles, whining and crying for more more more. His mouth presses wet kisses over Jeongguk’s clavicles, teeth nip lightly on his tattoos as if he wants to swallow him whole.
Jeongguk spits into his hand and reaches for the elastic of his sweatpants.
“Gonna give you my fingers, baby. Gonna fuck you till you cry.” He slips past the waistband of his underwear and touches the hot, scalding lips of his pussy. He’s so fucking wet, so fucking messy that Jeongguk’s eyes roll to the back of his head at thinking of his taste. He’s so fucking greedy for it too that he collects his dewy wetness on his fingers and puts them back into his mouth.
God, he moans around the salt and musk on his tongue. He wishes his nose were buried in Seokjin’s cunt so deep that not even a wisp of his scent was wasted in the air. All for him. Only for him.
But what Seokjin wants, he gets.
Jeongguk dives back in, directly reaching for his hole. Seokjin twitches for him, tightens up as he inserts a finger inside him. Sitting so close, with his thighs splayed apart on Jeongguk he’s so fucking hot and tight. Jeongguk’s fingers slip past his entrance butter smooth easy.
And he fucks Seokjin, curls his finger into him and thumbs his ticking clit.
Seokjin fully pulls his hair, his teeth clash against his skull as Jeongguk gives him exactly what he wants.
“Guk, Guk, fuck,” Seokjin cries, his hips lift off into the air and back into Jeongguk. He shakes when another finger enters him. And he’s a fucking pro at riding him like this, being fucked on Jeongguk’s fingers, teasing his cock just the right amount.
“Gonna come, baby?” Jeongguk licks up his neck, tonguefucks his ear. “Gonna come just with my fingers?”
“Yeah, I’m so–” Seokjin trembles. His face burrows into Jeongguk’s neck and he grabs hold of Jeongguk’s left arm with both of his, dropping his whole body weight on it. He moves without restraint as Jeongguk zeroes in on his pussy, fucking in and out, in and out, pinching his clit, working his hand to its full extent.
Seokjin’s overstimulated and desperate. As his orgasm draws closer, his limbs lose all sense of coordination. He’s just a little fuck toy for Jeongguk to play with at the moment. He’s a sweet, sticky plaything with musical notes so sexy that’s got Jeongguk seeing stars behind his eyes.
He so fucking wishes he could get his moans tattooed on him, brand himself forever as the sole person who could ever make him sound that like.
“Come on, baby, I got you. You’re so perfect fucking perfect, baby.” Jeongguk’s other hand pulls him closer by his waist till there’s no space between them, not even air can separate them as they glide together, over each other. Their sweat, their breaths, their spit all become them.
Seokjin comes undone beautifully. His teeth sink into Jeongguk’s forearm as he sobs, lets go. His slick coats all of Jeongguk’s fingers, and streaks of it run down his thighs, dirty his clothes.
“There we go, so good for me,” Jeongguk taps his pussy, savours the squelching sounds, finds himself smugly entranced. “The best baby, my Seokjinnie.” He whispers over and over into Seokjin’s hair, kisses him, holds him as he trembles and tries to gain back some control over his body. “Breathe, baby. Breathe for me. Tell me your colour.”
Seokjin’s tongue presses on his skin as he soothes the mark he just so rabidly bit into Jeongguk. His chest finally finally steadies out after a moment. His voice is hoarse and muted, but he answers nevertheless. “Green. Yours?”
“Green.” Jeongguk lifts his head, looks at him. He takes in the beautiful work of art they’ve together made of Seokjin. His face is shiny and glowy, his lips so fucking full, so red and swollen that Jeongguk can’t resist pressing his mouth to them. He whispers softly, “Can you take my cock, baby? Do you want me to fuck you? Or,” Jeongguk’s gut is stabbed with arousal as Seokjin slithers his hand over to his pants.
“I can take it,” Seokjin’s gaze is a bit fucked out, but his hands know what they’re doing. “I want it, want your cock.”
It makes Jeongguk all the more harder. He looks so fucking innocent and blissed out, like he’s not touching Jeongguk right now, like his hand's not greedily groping his cock to fuck into his cunt even though he’s just come. “Put your cock in my cunt, stay there and fill me up with your come.”
Jeongguk doesn’t waste another breath. He drags his pants down just enough to take his cock out and helps Seokjin strip entirely. He lightly squeezes his head, just enough to counter the pressure building in him, just so he doesn’t spill in Seokjin the moment he enters him.
But it’s hard, so very fucking hard.
Seokjin’s pussy is a gold mine, no, a diamond cave. No, it’s the very reason for Jeongguk’s existence, a vital wet, leaky source of life, the sole reason he eats and breathes is to be capable enough to sheath his cock into Seokjin’s cunt.
To pierce him whole, then put him together again, again again.
He wants to do this every waking day, every second. So tight, so hot. He fucking gets lost in it.
Seokjin palms his head, taps Jeongguk’s cheek. “Hey, hey, stay with me. You’re doing good.”
Jeongguk snaps back into attention. He goes back in to steal a kiss from Seokjin, doesn’t want him to worry at all.
Jeongguk’s obsession with Seokjin’s pussy is a problem they’ve been tackling together for very very long. They both know there’s no way out, that Jeongguk’s going to stay feral and rabid for it, for him.
Theirs cheeks graze, hot and sweltering and Seokjin curses, cries a little as Jeongguk fully fucks into him.
“Baby,” Jeongguk moans, “baby, you’re so tight. You’re so wet, it’s like I’m in you, baby, I’m bathing in you.”
This elicits a sweet fond laugh out of Seokjin. “Yeah, baby? You like it? Like my tight pussy?”
Jeongguk lifts him up slowly and lays him back on the couch. The angle allows him to go even deep deep deeper, allows him to make Seokjin feel the full weight of him, of how good he can fill him up.
“Baby, you don’t even know.” Jeongguk snaps his hips back, then again pushes into Seokjin. “You don’t know I lucky I am to fuck this pussy. I feel bad, baby.”
Jeongguk’s blabbering at this point, and so is Seokjin. They both settle into a slow, teasing, torturous rhythm, speaking into each other’s ears, exchanging little snips of conversations that would be utter nonsense to the world.
“Why, baby? What’s wrong? Why do you– ah.” Seokjin grips him harder, locks his thighs around Jeongguk’s back. So. Fucking. Deep. Jeongguk’s so big and thick inside him, it knocks out his breath.
“That you won’t ever get to fuck yourself, Seokjin.” Jeongguk tells him, picks up his pace a little. “You’re fucking heaven, baby. And I wish you could experience this. What I feel, how you take me so good.”
“But your cock’s better, Guk. Your fat fucking cock, Jeongguk, it makes me cry.” Seokjin arches his back, tries to get closer, fucking closer still to Jeongguk as if wanting to sew himself into his body.
“I love making you cry.” Jeongguk’s pulsing now, he’s throbbing and rock hard. His dick a fucking piston inside Seokjin all fully loaded up for release. “You look so pretty on my cock, crying like you’d die if I don’t give it to you.”
“Jeongguk, I would, I really would.” Seokjin’s mouth stays open, his sentences don’t end as Jeongguk begins punching in and out of him. “I’d die without your cock. It’s mine, not really yours, right?”
“Yeah, it’s yours,” Jeongguk pushes his tongue into his mouth, smothers him with his body and goes to fucking town. “I’m yours. I’m yours, I’m yours.” He thinks on a loop.
Strings of Iloveyous and babys wrap them up, lift them together. Jeongguk forgets everything else except for the command Seokjin had given him. Fill me up with your come.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Jeongguk’s good at that, he was born just for that sole reason. He fucks Seokjin like that, his pants halfway down his thighs, as Seokjin cries into his throat, hands and legs locked tight around Jeongguk, to cage him, to ensure he goes nowhere without filling him up.
Jeongguk feels Seokjin’s pussy walls tightening around him, ready to squeeze out every last drop of his come, to milk him dry. And Jeongguk works into Seokjin, they move together as one.
The force of it shifts them up on the couch, and he fucks up into Seokjin with so much pleasure and intensity that he’s barely able to speak as he comes without a warning.
He pulses inside Seokjin, shoots his come in his cunt so deep the seed might actually take.
He kisses Seokjin through it all, peppers soft licks all over his face, and finally tastes a hint of tears. He preens in satisfaction, and reaches between them to feel his cock, full and thick, nestled inside Seokjin.
His hands come back coated with stringy ropes of come and Seokjin’s eager to lap it all up for him. To ensure not a drop is wasted.
“You good?” Jeongguk noses his cheek as his fingers fuck back into Seokjin’s mouth slowly.
“Mmmm,” Seokjin hums around his digits and kisses the tips of them as he removes his mouth to speak. “Yeah, fuck. That was fucking intense.”
“Good intense?” Jeongguk kisses the corner of his pink used mouth.
God, they need to stay like this forever. He won’t ever let Seokjin go. He shifts only so he’s not smothering Seokjin with his weight anymore, but clings on to him nevertheless. It’s not enough, even though his cock is warm and snug inside Seokjin, it isn’t enough. He wraps a tight arm around Seokjin’s waist and kisses his chin, his neck, his chest over and over.
“The best. I cried, look,” Seokjin blinks his eyes back at him. “And this time we didn’t even do much? Like was it the alcohol?”
“No, I’m just that good,” Jeongguk thrusts into him lightly to drive home just how much. “Well, I wasn’t that drunk. You weren’t either, though. How many did you have? Two?”
“Yeah, two.” Seokjin sighs. “You’re probably right. You’re fucking magical, baby.” Seokjin kitten licks his lips and presses a kiss to Jeongguk’s nose. “I’m fucking wiped, though. You’re going to stay in me, right?”
And like, how the fuck is Jeongguk expected to stay sane, a functional member of the society when Seokjin’s going around asking him such questions while looking like a fucked out doll who’s still not had enough even though they just went a good fucking hard and strong round.
How?
It’s a good thing they’re equally insane about each other. Because of course Jeongguk’s not going anywhere. He’d die before he did so.
“Till I dry up or knock you up, I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” Seokjin pinches his sides and moves around to get more comfortable. “Hate that we have work tomorrow.”
“Awie, baby can’t live without this cock, huh?”
“No, baby really can’t.” Seokjin turns all soft and mushy wushy in an instant. And Jeongguk kinda wants to go again.
“Are you getting hard?”
“Uhm, if you’re going to look at me like that, what else do you expect?”
Seokjin laughs into his chest. “I love you, baby. Even though you’re a fucking fuck machine.”
“Yeah, this fuck machine only operates twenty four hours in your service. It needs to be regularly oiled with your pussy juices. It’s kinda like your responsibility. You’re the sole operator– the fucking chairman of this enterprise– Kim Seokjin, the CEO of Jeon Jeongguk’s cock.”
Seokjin shuts him up with a kiss. And of course they go again.
And they stay sealed together, even when they get water, move to the bedroom.
Seokjin clings onto Jeongguk just as fiercely, knowing full well Jeongguk’s never going to drop him, or part from him.
“I love you,” Jeongguk quietly says into the night air as Seokjin drifts off to sleep, tucked safely into his arms. “I always have, and always will.”