Jonghyong spent the rest of the day on pins and needles, setting himself up for a meeting with Blake-Hyong. He had made up his mind and wasn't going to back down, but that didn't mean, that the guy wasn't scared or nervous. Unbridled fear gripped Kim as soon, as he saw an incoming call from his Hyong, after sending him a text message asking for help. Jonghyong decided, that he would not talk about the reason over the phone. The subject was too personal and sensitive, so junior didn't discuss it until he met with Hyong in person. Blake's voice was slightly worried. But he immediately pulled himself together and gave maknae the address, at which he was supposed to arrive in the evening. And until the appointed hour Jonghyong did not know, what to do with himself from excitement and anticipation. For the rest of the day, he fidgeted in his chair, prompting teasing from his best friend. Chaebom believed, that the reason for this was Jungsuk-Hyong. He was partly right. After all, Jonghyong was going to do, what he intended to do, to solve his problem about his own fears. But the main reason was still very different from Chaebom's opinion. Jungsuk was not the source of junior's decision, just the starting point. Kim once again left his friend in the dark, saying, that he would go home in the evening to… think. And that was true too. Once in the room, Jonghyong did not stop thinking about the correctness of his decision. On the one hand, he felt guilty about Jungsuk. He should have spoken to senior and given him the opportunity, the chance, that he certainly deserved. But on the other hand, Kim didn't want to burden him again, didn't want to panic at the most inopportune moment, and again alienate the man, who was trying to win his trust. Therefore, the decision, he had made earlier in the day, seemed to him the most reasonable and correct one at the moment. Jonghyong had to overcome his fears on his own. At least enough, to be able to let get closer to himself a person, who might be able to accept him.
When he arrived at the right address at the right time, he took a deep breath and walked resolutely to the front door. The headwind didn't help cool his cheeks, which were burning with embarrassment and nervousness, as junior drove at full speed on his bike, not even paying attention to the disgruntled drivers, who honked after him, because the guy didn't follow the traffic rules at all. Jonghyong was lucky, that he hadn't been stopped for speeding and God knows how many other violations of the rules, otherwise maknae would have risked spending the rest of the day in a completely different place and completely different environment.
His hand hovered near the bell, and he closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. He must do it. There is no going back. Kim pressed the bell several times with confidence and waited, his heavy boots tapping impatiently on the concrete. Blake opened the door a few minutes later, but it seemed, like an eternity to junior.
Hyong silently let junior in, closing the door behind him with only a slight nod of greeting. Today, outside the club Jonghyong could observe Blake-Hyong in the usual domesticated environment, and the senior didn't seem at all ashamed of it. Kim looked him up and down. Blake's hair had been dyed since they had last met, and now it was a shade, that reminded junior of fire, so richly purple was it. The tips of his hair were slightly electrified, rising up comically here and there. A ragged fringe fell over his forehead, slightly covering his eyes, making senior's image seem even more mysterious. The dark brows furrowed slightly, and the deep brown eyes narrowed to slits, as studied junior in return. His lips tightened slightly. A slight swelling on his cheeks gave Hyong's face an uncharacteristic charm. Silver rings glittered in his ears. Senior was dressed in a stretched T-shirt and wide, slightly frayed trousers, that matched the top, and his feet were generally bare. If Jonghyong didn't know, what Hyong really was, it would have made him feel cute to him. Jonghyong would even think, that Hyong's aegyo could exceed any other, not even yield to the most innocent child. But appearance doesn't define a person, right? Kim had seen it before and knew it – what you are on the outside can be very different from the inside.
"What's wrong, John?" Blake seemed tired of waiting for maknae to explain, why he was here, so he decided to start the conversation first. He could see, how the younger guy staring at him, which made senior smile out of the corner of his mouth, showing his white teeth in a slight snarl. During the day John was so excited on the phone, and Blake thought, that junior needed a session again. But he refused, explaining, that he wanted to meet in an informal setting, that he needed the help of another kind, which Blake could not provide within the walls of the club. Hyong was frankly intrigued and, to tell the truth, even a little excited. Maknae refused to give the reason for the request over the phone, he did not need action, and Blake himself would not have held another meeting, given, that the last one was recent. So, what could have happened to John, that he decided to take this step: to meet with senior alone, without witnesses, without fear of being attacked by another panic.
Hyong didn't usually invite his… partners to his house. He preferred to leave the only private place for himself. His place. Which no one could fill with someone else's presence. But maknae was so desperate, that Blake could not refuse him. John refused to meet at the club, although there were private places for conversations. Hyong immediately dismissed the hotel option. Every time, when he imagined a small, stuffy, dirty room, he felt sick inside out. Senior wasn't exactly clean, but he didn't like going to public places like this. The conversation in the cafe seemed incongruous and out of place. They weren't a couple, after all, to have a peaceful conversation in the first diner they came across. Besides, the surrounding people would not encourage a frank conversation. So, reluctantly, Blake gave the address of his house.
"John?" Blake took a step closer because junior didn't respond to his question, just continued to stare at him, as if he'd never seen him before. As soon as the senior's hand was on his shoulder, John started and looked up at Hyong with a worried expression. His eyes were filled with fear. Despite the fact, that John still didn't run away from the proximity of his Hyong, he was on the verge of succumbing to another panic attack. But Blake knew his junior too well. He immediately raised both hands in the air, palms open toward maknae, and said, "Calm. Breathe. It's okay, John."
The guy immediately lowered his eyes under the senior's powerful aura. He had a feeling of deja vu. This is how the Master spoke to him after each session.
"No," Blake said, lifting maknae's chin with two fingers, forcing him to look into his eyes, "you know, I'm not your Master right now. I'm your Hyong, John. Look me in the eyes and don't look down. Do you hear? You're not in any danger."
As he stared into senior's deep brown eyes, he felt the fear gradually fade, replaced by a sense of trust and security. Hyong never did anything with him, that would be the junior did not allow himself. He always watched the state of his donsen, never crossed the line, and controlled the situation. That's why the guy was here. That's why junior asked Hyong for help. He could trust him, like no one else. They had been through too much together, and Blake-Hyong knew him inside out – all his fears, inner demons, problems, and phobias. Blake knew everything. And helped junior to deal with it. Overcome this. He reminded, that maknae was a perfectly normal guy, not a rampant lunatic, who belonged in a closed institution.
Jonghyong took a deep breath, brushing aside the last uncertainty inside him, and leaned forward, right up to senior's face, touching his lips. The height difference gave junior an advantage. It was more like an inexperienced attempt by teenagers than a real adult kiss. Jonghyong didn't move his lips, didn't try to use his tongue, didn't even close his eyes. He tried. Something, that forgot a long time ago. Fear filled junior's mind again, but he tried to resist it with all his might, even though, he wanted to pull back, especially, when Kim realized, that Blake had taken no action to stop him because maknae go too far. Every second Jonghyong struggled with himself, to follow through on his decision and not run away ignominiously in the way, that he was usually used to doing. Blake-Hyong would never do anything, that Jonghyong didn't ask for. This thought was pounding in Kim's ears, maintaining his precarious confidence in his movements.
Blake was caught off guard by the trick of maknae. He had expected anything, but not this. John never, never allowed anything like this! After each session, he tried to negate all the touching, if it could be avoided. And now he was kissing Hyong. And this caused millions of firecrackers to explode inside, sending sparks all over his body, causing his legs to tighten in an attempt to stay in place, his arms to hang motionless lashes along his body, and his head to do god knows what. Maknae kept his eyes open, and so did Blake, studying the younger man's reaction. It seemed to Hyong, that in another moment John would push him away, get scared, and another wave of paranoid fear would cover him. Blake mentally prepared himself for this but did not stop junior, because at the moment his condition was too precarious and unstable, and any careless action on the part of senior could cause an irreparable negative effect. So Blake tensed in his gut, bracing himself for any reaction from John, to prevent a breakdown in time. But nothing like this happened. John kept touching his lips with his own, and Blake could feel their softness and wetness to the full, making him want to deepen the kiss, put his tongue in the younger man's mouth, bite those pliant lips into the blood. But senior restrained himself, not attempt his part, that not frighten junior.
After what seemed like an eternity, Jonghyong pulled away from Hyong, his eyes dazed, and his breath coming in short gasps. This innocent display of intimacy caused a storm of emotions inside Kim, and he couldn't tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing. His entire body began to shake, he barely managed to stay on his feet, to keep from collapsing on the floor in front of senior.
"Why did you do that, John?" senior asked calmly, but not without effort. He wasn't a teenager, and he wasn't aroused by the mere touch of maknae. Senior was completely in control. But the situation itself was new and strange, and it fueled interest, causing the desire to gradually envelop the brain.
"I…" he hesitated, not knowing, how to express his thoughts. He was so focused on quelling his fears, that now when he was at a distance from Hyong, he couldn't explain his behavior.
"I…" Kim tried again, clenching his fists, to control his emotions. "I need your help, Hyong."
"What kind?" Blake still didn't know, what his junior expected of him. He didn't seem to realize, what he had just done, but it seemed, that John had a definite plan, or he wouldn't have come here.
Jonghyong shook his head, blushing, and reached for Hyong's face again, closing his eyes so, that he couldn't see, how senior watching him.
"You don't want to do this, John," Blake said, taking a step back, which caused maknae to be afraid.
"No! Hyong, no! I need this, really," Jonghyong rushed to senior's side, grabbing his hand with some effort and placing it on his crotch. A wave of heat, mixed with horror, covered his body, and he closed his eyes again, trying to get used to the weight of another's hand on his cock.
Junior wasn't excited. At all. Blake could feel it even through the thick fabric of his jeans. But John tried desperately. He tried to follow a plan, that seemed to be known only to him. Senior's head was ready to explode with incomprehension, but growing interest inside.
"Please, Hyong, help me. I'm so tired," Jonghyong buried his forehead in senior's shoulder, continuing to squeeze his hand and press it to his fly. "I can't do this anymore. I must… Aish! You're the only one, I can trust. Please, please, help me!" his voice broke, and he was about to burst into sobs of frustration. He knew, that Hyong was sexually attracted to him. And he was sure, that he could get a certain reaction from his side. But his body was treacherously failing him, and his mind would not allow him to relax, so the excitement did not show, replaced by tension. And his subconscious kept telling him, that Hyong didn't want him. Doesn't want him without certain circumstances, that they're both used to.
Blake gently freed his hand from maknae's grip and lifted his head, forcing him to look into his eyes again. He placed his hands gently on the younger man's shoulders, to still the trembling of his body.
"Come with me," Blake launched John into the side of the room and, without taking out his hands, led him to the door. He was not at all sure, what was going on at the moment. Junior asked for it himself. But Blake felt senior's responsibility and patronage boring into his mind, making him stop. Blake could smell no alcohol from the younger man, and his eyes were mad, but not covered with a veil of unconsciousness. And zeal and self-struggle spoke louder, than any words. John was conscious, perfectly aware of, what he was doing, and he wanted to do it himself. But senior could not rely entirely on junior's fleeting glimmer of confidence.
Once in the room, Blake nodded toward the bed, and John sat uncertainly on the edge, fiddling with his T-shirt, waiting. Senior knelt across from the guy, making eye contact.
"John, look," Blake said as clearly, as he could, "I'm not the one, who can help you with this. I have never had sex with a person, who is disgusted or afraid of it. You know my hobbies perfectly well, and it's doesn't change outside of the club room. I can't afford to help you with this, understand. At least, not like this. I appreciate your trust, but, believe me, you've reached out to the wrong person. You will regret your decision tomorrow, and the relationship, that binds us now, will go to waste because of a mistake, that we can still avoid. Think again, you…" Blake was rudely interrupted by his junior, who was on the floor next to him in a flash, and kissed him again, this time more insistently, than the first time.
Jonghyong was so fed up with Hyong's chatter, that he decided to take more concrete action. Kim understood, that senior was trying to protect him from a rash act, but the fact was, that he was not going to back down, no matter, how much he was afraid. If he listened to his Hyong this time, closed himself in again, and ran away, he would never do it again. He will not be able to control his life completely, live in constant fear, will not be able to have a relationship with anyone, will not be able to trust anyone, even himself. This scared him more than the man in front of him, so Jonghyong impulsively wrapped his arms around senior's neck, continuing to touch his lips, now slightly opening his own, taking first the lower and then the upper Hyong.
"Damn it, John, stop…" Blake tried to pull away, but junior held him tight, and he managed only to gasp out a curse, when one of them pulled back a little, to get some air. "I told you…"
"I don't care, what you said, Hyong," Kim interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said, that will always be there if I need your protection or support. That you are not only my Master but also my senior. So, help me, damn it! Don't leave me…"
Blake cautiously reached for maknae's neck, so that he could see, what senior was doing, and wrapped his arm around it.
"You understand, that if you stay here now, there will be no turning back. We'll have to go all the way. Are you sure, that this is what you want?"
Jonghyong leaned forward, covering Hyong's hand with his own, squeezing it a little harder, which caused a muffled exhalation, causing Hyong's eyes to flash dangerously. Blake breathed a little faster than before, his long fingers clenching on the soft skin.
"Yes," Kim whispered, "I want…"
Blake moved his hand slightly, squeezing his throat, which made Kim sigh and gets to his feet after senior. Hyong laid junior on the bed, hanging over him, feeling John's body burn and tremble even through his clothes. Blake ran a hand through maknae's hair, which was slightly stiff with varnish, and jerked his head to one side, causing him to gasp.
"Blake-Hyong…" the name came out of his mouth unconsciously, as if in a trance. Jonghyong felt a wave of fear again, as Hyong loomed over him, opening access to his neck.
"Yumin."
"What?.." junior blinked a couple of times. He tried to focus on the excitement, that, despite his panic, was somewhere deep inside, bursting out.
"If you're going to have sex with me, call me by my first name. My name is Yumin. Not Blake."
Jonghyong froze at the revelation. Everyone in the club used aliases. None of the incoming members knew each other's real names. There had long been an unbroken trust between him and senior. But until now, they had never told each other their names. It seemed so personal, that Jonghyong almost choked from such manifestations of confidence on the part of Hyong. If senior could open up to him enough, to tell him his name, which he might not do, then Jonghyong could trust him too. Hyong won't hurt him. At least, more, than Kim would be able to withstand.
Other hands touched the supple young body, gradually igniting the heat, forcing it to rise higher and higher from within. The cool sheets felt good against the bare skin of his back and buttocks, and Kim didn't stop fidgeting. Hyong, despite his temperament and habits, was rather slow and cautious. When he asked Jonghyong about the natural need to visit the bathroom, Kim was confused, blushing, but he said firmly, that he didn't need to. All the necessary manipulations were performed at home: he cleaned his intestines, washed every part of his body, stretched himself with his fingers, which he had not done for a long time and therefore experienced unpleasant sensations, and even used an anal plug, to be ready and stretched. The toy still caused slight pain and discomfort, especially, with sudden movements. Jonghyong even chuckled after the procedures. It doesn't look like a good time. In any movie or book, that girls loved so much, even in the most explicit porn video these moments were always left behind the scenes so, as not to overshadow the reigning atmosphere of intimacy. In fact, all this was necessary, in order not to cause yourself and your partner inconvenience during anal sex, as well as not to have the risk of being torn after long-term abstinence. Sex between men is not always as romantic and pleasant, as it is used to seeing from the outside. This requires trust and serious preparation, both moral and physical. Spontaneous hook-up in the toilet with the first guy, you meet, is stupid and unrealistic. That's why Kim prepared himself completely. And besides, he would have died of shame, if he had performed all these manipulations in the presence of his Hyong.
Every touch of Hyong's hands and lips left a searing mark worse than any device, that they'd used before. Senior was quite assertive: he kissed and squeezed the skin with force, but did not leave too visible marks, only light marks, that would disappear within a few days. Although he wouldn't mind crowning maknae's snow-white body with his hickeys and bites to mark it possessively so that John would look at the marks of his own fall and remember exactly, who caused it. Still, the senior didn't do it. Maknae had trusted him, as never before, and now he would not have been prepared for such a display of power on the part of his Hyong. So, when he studied John's body for sensitive areas, the man lingered, where junior moaned louder than usual, tossing himself up, to meet senior's greedy wet mouth. Hyong repeatedly returned to the neck and nipples of John, weaving long fingers in his hair, slightly rubbing his body against maknae's, slowly and carefully, imitating the friction. Gradually, the younger man's erection came to light, and Yumin felt the wet head of the other's cock, rubbing against his skin. Maknae was clumsy, didn't know, where to put his hands, didn't know, what to do with his body, and it was noticeably straining him.
"It's all right. You can touch me. Relax. Don't think about anything. Sex is just sex, John," Yumin whispered in the ear of the sweating, shivering junior, who placed his hands on Hyong's back uncertainly, squeezing the skin just a little.
When the man was in the groin area of junior, he suddenly shivered all over again, hastily throwing up his head, so that he could see, what senior was doing.
"It's all right," Yumin said, gently stroking the inside of John's thigh, scanning his face for emotion. "I'm not going to hurt you, John. You can stop me, whenever you want. Just tell me to stop, and I'll do it. Don't forget, we're having sex now. This is not a session. You're free to do, whatever you think is right, you know?" Yumin suddenly remembered their first meeting. It was in this way, methodically and slowly, that he explained to junior, how their meetings would go. The same fear and desperation he had seen in maknae's eyes when he had grabbed his arm.
"Yes…" Kim gasped. He continued to look down, even as senior's head slowly approached his groin, and his lips cupped the head of his cock. Jonghyong could not afford to close his eyes, even though the man's actions simply forced him to do so. The inside of Hyong's mouth was so hot, wet and pleasant, that an unconscious growl escaped from maknae's mouth. Yumin moved slowly, taking in a rather large organ gradually. He was not strong on the part of a blowjob, but he wanted to relax junior, and oral sex seemed to him a good idea to start with. The man swallowed junior's cock halfway, circling his tongue slightly inside, though not without difficulty, and held it with his hand at the base. Jonghyong ran his palm through senior's fiery hair, in an attempt to push his cock deeper into his mouth. And again Yumin ignored this lunge from his partner. Under any other circumstances, he would have long ago "punished" the impudent urchin for taking liberties, but now the case was different. Yumin's job was not to break but to restore maknae, to help him relax and accept the part of himself, that he could not cope with. Therefore, the senior gave up his principles, to allow the junior to feel as confident, as possible, and finally let go of his unrestrained fear, which he had to fight every day.
Continuing to move his head slowly in a moderate rhythm, the man touched junior's testicles, rolling them smoothly in his hands. There was a gasp from above, and the grip on his hair became more palpable. Senior suppressed a gag reflex, as John pushed even deeper into his mouth, and slid his fingers down to his anus. As soon as he sensed an alien object, that he hadn't noticed before, his eyes widened in surprise and simultaneous pride in his junior. That's why maknae refused to take a bath and prepare for certain procedures. John was really confident in his decision when he came here. He was prepared in advance. Yumin could only imagine, how hard and terrifying it must have been for junior. But he managed to get over it. And this action frankly pleased Hyong.
Gently pulling on the end of the plug, Blake smoothly pulled it out, immediately touching the throbbing, expanded entrance. His fingers immediately became wet from the grease, that was leaking from inside, and the man groaned slightly, sending a vibration through the younger man's body. He instinctively shrank, when another's finger touched his anus, and, feeling this, Yumin tightened his lips around John's cock so, that he would not be distracted and continue to enjoy oral tenderness. Despite the stretch and preparation, John was still very tight even for one finger, so Yumin had to let his cock out of his mouth and free himself from maknae's grip in his hair, to pull away for a moment and get the lube from the bedside table, inflicted it to the fingers and only then pass it inside just on the one phalanx. Yumin carefully stared at maknae's face. As soon as their eyes met, junior froze and stopped breathing for a moment. He shrunk inside, wrapping his narrow walls around senior's knuckle.
Jonghyong was so distracted by Hyong's pleasant caress, that he almost relaxed and forgotten. But as soon as he felt the plugin his ass replaced by a finger, his insides knotted with fear, his chest tore from lack of oxygen, and blood thundered in his ears.
"John," Yumin called softly to junior, bringing him back to reality from the state of panic, that had gripped him again, "you're doing great. It's okay, calm down. Breathe deeply."
Jonghyong nodded and tried to catch his breath. He felt the pressure inside and tried to distract his thoughts from Hyong's forward movements. The finger entered completely, and the man carefully began to rotate it inside, developing junior's entrance. But no matter, how hard he tried, he couldn't disclose maknae enough, that launch the second finger painlessly. John was too narrow. Junior gasped in surprise when Hyong suddenly released him and abruptly lifted him up under his thighs with strong hands, thereby opening his entrance right in front of him. Kim felt so exposed and vulnerable, that he immediately wanted to bring his legs together, to avoid Hyong's gaze. But the position, in which the senior held him, did not allow to do this, so he could only bite his lip and close his eyes.
"John, remember, you can always stop me. Just tell me, if I do something, that you don't like."
The younger man nodded again and a moment later felt a wet tongue begin to circle the edges of the shriveled ring of muscle. Yumin ran his tongue over the crevice in broad strokes, leaving a trail of saliva, that dripped onto the tailbone and onto the sheets. The vulgar smacking sounds, made by the man, and the light moans and whimpers of maknae mingled in one general whirlpool, and the excitement, that had recently fallen from fear and tension, returned again, causing the cock to rub against the skin of the stomach, smearing it with grease. Hyong's tongue circled around, alternately pushing inside each time deeper, ramming maknae's ass, wetting, relaxing the tense passage. Yumin tried to enter with his finger again, having previously used the prepared lubricant, and this time the attempt was more successful. Licking and sucking the edges with his tongue, the man moved in and out, causing his own saliva, mixed with grease, to flow out of the already more or less developed passage along with the movement of his finger. After starting the next one, the man inserted it again, slowly and carefully, distracting junior with light bites on the buttock and inner thigh, holding it with his hand, palpably squeezing the light skin. The second was followed by the third finger, despite the heavy use of artificial lubrication, again meeting resistance.
Jonghyong didn't know, what to do with the overwhelming feeling of heat inside. His cock throbbed painfully, and his hands lived a life of their own, not obeying their master, now clutching the sheets in their fists, now forcefully grabbing at his hair, then weaving into Hyong's already disheveled hair. Moans escaped maknae's lips in spite of himself. He had no idea, that this could be the case. All, he knew about sex, was pain and lack of pleasure. His main task for the former partner was to give satisfaction to him, forgetting about himself. With girls, Kim didn't feel anything at all. He cum automatically, just from the friction, but did not feel the full liberation. But either Hyong still decided to change his habits or simply wanted to dissuade maknae, using all possible methods. Yumin was persistent, methodical, and not as affectionate, as he would have liked, but still, Jonghyong did not feel the pain and humiliation, and most importantly, the panic fear of him, as he felt with his first partner.
Yumin's fingers slid in and out, sometimes pausing, widening the passage even more like a pair of scissors, causing John to moan and squirm all over the bed. Senior's cock had long been demanding attention, bloodshot, with a red head exposed, from the crack of which pre-ejaculate was dripping. He leaned his hips forward, to simulate at least some friction because junior wasn't ready to accept him yet. Hyong's breath caught in his throat at the sight of junior, open and eager. Yumin had wanted this for so long, that he couldn't get enough of it now. Rising to the level of maknae's neck, the man could not resist biting into the tender skin near his collarbone, and this caused junior to convulsively moan in his throat, and John immediately clenched around his fingers, driving them further, driving his hips towards them. This action almost snapped Yumin's fuses, and he snarled in his donsen's neck, pushing his fingers, grazing the prostate. John's body bounced on the bed, and the next moan was clearly a moan of pleasure. John's voice was sweet music in Yumin's ears. He had heard junior moan many times, but it had never been… like this. This was a kind of release during certain actions of the action, the release of steam. But now it sounded different. The genuine pleasure was evident in John's high-pitched voice, which made Yumin go further. He bit hard on maknae's ear, smeared his swollen lips across his cheekbone, and whispered, "Are you sure? We can stop before it's too late."
It was too late. His body demanded release, as did his mind, which was clouded by a haze of lust. But Yumin was well in control, he could stop himself right now and help junior to cum in another not less pleasant way, then just relieve the tension yourself. But John suddenly grabbed him by the hair, causing senior to hiss and look into junior's face. His eyes as well, as Yumin, were shrouded in a veil. His cheeks were abnormally red, his hair was wet and plastered to his forehead, and the walls were still convulsively clutching his knuckles inside.
"I'm ready, ready. Please, Yumin-Hyong…"
"Tell me, what you want, John," Yumin asks. He was not worth embarrassing junior at the moment. He overcame such stress and stepped over his own, self to overcome his fear, and could at any moment give in to panic again. His mind is now too fragile, but intoxicated caresses, sexual and alluring images did not allow Yumin to restrain himself. Junior closed his eyes and bit his lip so hard, that he tasted blood in his mouth.
"I need to know, that you are aware of your actions. You can cum without full penetration. I'll help you. So, tell me, what exactly do you want?" said the man in a loud whisper, biting junior's jaw, moving his fingers inside slowly, but perceptibly, and maknae dug his short nails into senior's back, throwing his hips up to meet the other's hand.
"Take me, Hyong. I'm begging you…"
Yumin restrained himself, that not to ramming the younger man's gut and don't rip him because of an unbridled desire, to push inside with all his might up to the balls. As soon as he put on a condom and inserted the head of his cock inside just slightly, he immediately felt the heat and tightness of John. Maknae closed his eyes and gripped Hyong's forearms, either trying to push him away or pull him closer. His ass hurt like hell with every millimeter of the other man's cock moving inside, tears sprang from his eyes, a painful moan escaped from his throat, but junior gritted his teeth and endured, while his senior slowly and carefully entered him, stopping at each new push, allowing to get used to the size and new sensations. It was an eternity after the man had sunk into junior completely, hissing with pain, as the tight walls of other gut squeezed his trunk. He paused again, leaning toward John's face. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lips incessantly, clenching again and not wanting to relax.
"John," the words were hard to come by, and the man was sweating profusely, droplets of it trickling down the line of his nose and onto maknae's skin, "try to relax. I can't move, while you're so tense. You're hurting yourself as well, like me. You need to calm down and relax your muscles. Come on, help me."
Jonghyong opened his eyes to meet Hyong's gaze.
"Come on, breathe with me," Yumin took a deep breath, and maknae repeated, breaking off slightly on the exhalation, "okay, one more."
After a while, his breathing slowed to a steady pace, and his heart, though thumping inside, stopped trying to get out, and Yumin tried to move his hips, checking, how freely he could move. As soon as he made the slightest movement, junior tensed again, squeezing his cock.
"Don't clamp. Relax. Just breathe," Yumin breathed again as evenly, as possible, encouraging junior to follow his example.
Senior moved slowly and steadily, wrapping his arm around one of maknae's thighs, and idly running his free hand over his cock. John's erection faded again from the discomfort. Yumin suddenly came out of the hot, absorbing interior and winced, because the coolness of the wind from the open window bit into his flesh, unlike the heat, that he had just left. Having liberally greased the member with grease again, after which he squeezed the same amount on the fallen member of maknae, Yumin draws near to the younger man and kissed him wet and cheekily, ramming other's mouth with an insistent tongue, while abruptly entering in junior to the very bottom, pulling out a loud moan of maknae, immediately drowning in a kiss. The hand wrapped around the other's cock and began to move steadily, sliding on the lubricant. Placing a pillow under John's thighs, to ensure the correct angle of penetration, Yumin began to move, sometimes showering hard kisses on maknae's neck and collarbone, holding him by the hips with a death grip so, that in the morning, most likely, there will be bruises. John moaned and fidgeted, either leaning forward to meet the now quite strong and powerful thrusts or pulling away, which made senior constantly pull him into place, dissatisfied with hissing, losing the established rhythm.
Kim was overcome with emotion. His cock was heavy again, throbbing and twitching, especially, when senior's arm was wrapped around it. He was so terrified of all this and could not even imagine, that it could happen so chaotic and unrestrained. Senior's ragged breath seared maknae's skin, and his body was slick with sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead, and he brushed it back. His lips were dry from constant moans and screams, no matter, how many times he ran his tongue over them. The whole body ached with a pleasant feeling of light pain and a rush of euphoria. Jonghyong grabbed his cock, while Hyong continued to hammer into him, and began to masturbate, in an attempt to push himself to the limit.
Yumin, sensing maknae's actions, released one of the younger man's thighs and wrapped his arm around his neck, visibly squeezing just below the adam's apple, making it harder to breathe, his eyes blurred, and the hand, holding cock, loosened. Yumin continued to move at a fast and hard, cutting off the oxygen and replacing maknae's hand with his own. Having lost the support of his hands, it became more difficult to move, and he had to use all the strength of his rather wiry body, to keep up with the rhythm. But Yumin wanted, that junior to feel this spectrum of emotions from asphyxia, mixed with the surging waves of release. And was not mistaken. After a couple of sharp pushes and movements with his fist, junior cum so violently, that he sprinkled sperm on his stomach, chest, and body of Yumin himself. John rolled his eyes and tried to draw in the air, clutching the man's wrists, trying to stop him or just stay conscious. Senior immediately released his throat, after which John gasped, and Yumin cum after him, pouring into the condom from the sight before him, the broken breath, the lascivious unconscious look, and the tight muscles of the anus squeezing him from inside. Yumin fell on the body of junior, burying his forehead in his shoulder, feeling, the member still throbbing inside, pouring out the last drops of sperm.
Rolling off John's body, the man took a couple of gasps, then looked in the direction of his partner. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily.
"Are you all right?" Yumin touched the younger man on the shoulder, and maknae only nodded, unable to answer. The voice was gone, there was no strength to get up, the limbs did not move, and Jonghyong just stood in a place, not caring about, what he looks like now and how Hyong sees him.
"I'll go to the bathroom and get some towels and come right back, okay? You won't be alone, do you hear?" Yumin understood, that they were in his room, not in the club, not after another session. But this was junior's first intimacy in a long time with a man, and his mind was even shakier now than it had been when he had tried to overcome himself and appeared on his doorstep. So Yumin informed junior, that he would not leave him, that he would return immediately, that John would not panic, that he is not to be abandoned and used.
After quickly restoring himself to relative order, Yumin returned to the room with a wet towel, because he realized, that the younger man simply did not have the strength, to walk to the shower. After wiping the body of maknae, who was already snoring softly, wincing slightly at senior's actions, Yumin covered him with a light blanket and lay down next to him on top of it. Senior studied his donsen's attractive profile for a long time. He didn't regret, what had happened between them this night. Even his uncharacteristic behavior during sex didn't dampen his mood. John trusted him, let him take over, and enjoyed it. Junior was so relaxed and calmly, that he allowed himself to fall asleep in another's bed. Yumin smiled a little out of the corner of his mouth and leaned his head back on the pillow. He needed to get some sleep, despite the whirling disjointed thoughts in his head. In the morning maknae would probably be terribly confused and possibly scared again by, what had happened. And the primary task of the senior will be to support him. And to do this, he needs a bright and clear head.