South Korea 2019
It's been a couple of months since Jonghyong allowed Jungsuk to get close enough, to get into a relationship with a senior. And maknae is still not used to his new role. Every time Hyong approached him, touched him, smiled that radiant smile of his, Kim shivered, and he couldn't tell if it was from fear or a little excitement. Jonghyong flinched every time, when Hyong took his hand, his heart beating feverishly, like a limp bird in a cage, at the next sign of attention from his… boyfriend. All these seemingly innocent gestures were enough, to make knees buckle and cheeks turn red, like a poured apple. All the arrogance and arrogance were gone, when Jonghyong was within walking distance of his senior, even though he didn't do anything at all, just stared, and stared, and stared at his junior, smiling and winking with his devilishly beautiful eyes. But that was all. Jungsuk didn't press junior, didn't demand anything in return, he didn't break out into a tirade of anger or indignation on his beautiful face, when he noticed, that maknae was literally shaking under his hands. Senior knew that it was very difficult for Jonghyong – to give his agreement. Now he was going through a new stage of overcoming himself. And Jungsuk had to support him and show restraint. And he was good at it.
But Jonghyong was afraid. He was terrified, that Hyong would get tired of his antics and oddities, that he would leave him, find someone, who would really appreciate his care and attraction. But couldn't help it. He wanted, really wanted to trust his senior even more, to let him get even closer to him, but he couldn't make up his mind. All, they did, was give each other light hugs and baby kisses, which made heart sink. The heat, that was spreading down his cheeks, was seeping into the very depths of Jonghyong's dirty gut, and he was terribly ashamed of himself. He did things, that others can't even imagine, done things, that can't tell. But still didn't dare even kiss Jungsuk. As soon as he imagined, how senior's tongue grabbed his lips, his beautiful eyes covered with fluffy lashes, and his nose forcefully releasing hot air into his face, Jonghyong shivered. He was torn apart by the desire to try something, that was previously unknown, and the fear, that surrounded him, like ice blocks, as if under siege, and did not allow even a step to set foot outside his cold prison. But Jungsuk could literally feel him in every cell of his body and didn't go any further than he could.
Although still once senior could not resist.
After giving Jonghyong a ride home, Park leaned into the younger man's face, to leave a light kiss on his cheek, as usual, after prior permission. But something went wrong. Something got out of control. Either the interior of the car was suddenly too cramped than before, either the approaching dusk played a role, or the radio station, that Hyong replaced, was suitable. But somehow Jungsuk's lips moved down the line of the other's jaw, slowly and carefully, as if testing and exploring. Jonghyong shivered, as if from the cold, even though the salon temperature was quite acceptable for the body, his eyelids fluttered, and his lips unconsciously parted. Jungsuk caught the fleeting change in the junior's mood and moved closer to the other's mouth, stopping at the minimum distance. Jonghyong could feel others' breath, could hear his heart beating somewhere in his temples. Hyong's face was more close than ever. His breathing became ragged and erratic, and he could feel the heat of other's body. Hyong's hand gripped the headrest tightly, making the leather of the seat make an unpleasant sound. This kind of pressure from Park was frightening and exciting at the same time. The young man didn't behave like this with Jonghyong, except… those early moments, when he tried to get his attention, without knowing the consequences. But right now he looked like a madman. Jonghyong felt, how a wave of fear run down his spine, leaving a wet and sticky trail on his back. He couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. But Jungsuk did not attempt to take any action. Just hung and stared at junior's lips. It was wildly embarrassing and frightening.
"Hyong…" Jonghyong mentally scored a point for his courage. His voice was hoarse and slurred, but it still managed to attract others' attention.
It was like waking up from a dream. Jungsuk blinked several times, as if he was afraid of himself for, what he had done, and then looked up into the brown frightened eyes.
Jonghyong peered into the black pools, that gradually dissipated the veil of lust, leaving a normal-sized pupil and a huge sense of fright, mixed with guilt. Junior didn't see anything, that he remembered from the last time. When his ex looked at him before… taking him. Senior's eyes always glowed with power, lust, and mockery at the fact, that a small, defenseless boy could not resist him. Hyong's eyes looked different. It was a different kind of desire. Jungsuk wanted him, no doubt, but it wasn't just a blind need to satisfy his own carnal needs or power over other's body. It was admiration. Jungsuk admired Jonghyong, and the realization hit his ears, like a tocsin, making his toes curl in delight.
"Jonghyong-e," the name came out of Hyong's mouth carefully and weightlessly, touching others' lips. Jonghyong licked the bottom one as if tasting it. Now the endearing form of his own name sounded more pleasant, than ever.
"Can I kiss you?" Jungsuk still didn't pull away from his senior's lips, realizing, that he had made a huge mistake. He had rudely invaded Jonghyong's personal space and lost control of his own body because his mind was still somewhere far away. Jungsuk could almost feel junior's fear on his skin. How he got goosebumps, when Park brushed his lips over his cheekbone, how he tensed and cowered in his seat, ready to sink into the back of the seat. Park gave himself a hard kick in the ass. It seemed, that his endurance could be envied, but for some reason today she decided to relax and playfully waved her hand from afar, when Jungsuk so terribly screwed up, saying, "Get out of it yourself"! But it was too late to retreat. If he backed down now, it might hit on Jonghyong hard, much harder, than the fear, that was swirling in his eyes. So, biting his lip, collecting the remnants of his mind, which seemed to be split apart, he decided to take concrete action. He was taken aback, when after a long pause and unbearable eye contact maknae finally nodded slowly and hesitantly.
Jungsuk touched others' lips lightly and easily, as if exploring uncharted territory, although, in fact, it was. He dreamed about it all the time. Fantasies followed one another – from the most innocent to the frankly dirty and vulgar. But now it's all gone from mind. All, that remained, was the closeness and warmth, that junior's mouth gave him.
Jonghyong tensed, clenched his hands into fists, closed his eyes so tightly, that white sparks exploded in the darkness. He almost didn't feel, what Jungsuk was doing. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was his first kiss with senior, and Jonghyong was very angry with himself, that not being able to make it the way, how Park would have liked it. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't relax and enjoy the kiss. His insides were howling and shaking with fear, his mind was set on defense against intrusion, and his body remembered only the pain of a man's hands. The first signs of a panic attack came in a raging wave, and Jonghyong felt himself suffocating. Literally. He wanted to reach out to push the man away from him, but his limbs wouldn't work. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck, down his spine, and all the way to his tailbone, soaking his clothes and making them stick uncomfortably to his skin. His temples throbbed with the rush of blood, his eyes flashed white, and his nostrils flared with incredible force, trying to suck in life-saving oxygen.
"Jonghyong! Jonghyong!"
Jonghyong opened his eyes and saw a flustered, terrified Jungsuk, who had moved away from him but was holding his hands, shaking them little, apparently trying to bring him to his senses.
"Damn, are you okay? God, forgive me! I shouldn't have done this! You scared me so much, Jonghyong-e!" Jungsuk chattered incessantly. If Jonghyong had been able to, he wouldn't have been able to resist making fun of the always so collected and serious Hyong, who now looked like a cackling chicken next to a newborn chick. But unfortunately, junior couldn't do it, trying to focus all his strength on restoring his own breathing. He realized what had happened after a few moments when he dared to look at Jungsuk again with a more conscious gaze. He had a panic attack. And quite strong.
Jonghyong pulled his hands out of Hyong's grasp, rubbing them against his jeans.
"Sorry," his voice was so weak and uncharacteristic, that he wanted to slap himself on the head. Why the hell couldn't he return a normal kiss? After all, he had done it many times. Damn it, he slept with his Master! The answer was obvious. The intimacy with Jungsuk was of a different kind. Deeper and therefore difficult and dangerous. It seems like it's going to take even longer than he thought. He doesn't seem to be as strong, as he thought.
"I'm sorry," junior said more clearly, and then received an uncertain look in return. "I think, that overestimated my capabilities."
Jungsuk suddenly frowned. He wanted to touch at least Kim's hand but decided not to, so as not to provoke another panic attack.
"You don't have to and you won't apologize, Jonghyong, do you hear?" Jungsuk said the last words more clearly and loudly because Kim chuckled and turned to the window when Park tried to support him. But what was the senior's surprise, when he noticed, that maknae immediately turned around at the last words and stared at his Hyong intently as if waiting for further instructions.
'Damn it!'
Jungsuk sighed, trying to hide his nervousness. To be honest, he wasn't that nervous… well, probably, never before. He tried to collect his thoughts and make his voice more clear and stern, but calm and measured.
"You won't apologize for, who you are, Jonghyong, do you understand me?" Park stared intently into the younger man's eyes, which made him look down in confusion or fear, it was hard to tell, but he nodded slowly. "I've let too much, I'm sorry. I want, that you to feel safe with me. I don't want to hurt you. We can handle this, do you hear me? We can do this together. But first, we must learn to listen to each other. Do you understand me?"
Jonghyong was silent, not looking up, but nodded in response to senior's words. For some strange reason, Jungsuk's voice was… soothing and mesmerizing at the same time. Jungsuk had a beautiful voice, just like all else in him, but to hear it in that key, so serious and a little commanding, was… exciting. Because of this Jonghyong couldn't even move, absorbing senior's words letter by letter, imprinting them in his sophisticated, sick brain, nodding consciously. The kiss was a failure, but Hyong wasn't disappointed. He offered help and a solution to the problem. Offered to fight. Although, in Kim's opinion, he was the problem.
"Hyong…" Jonghyong looked up uncertainly at his senior.
"Yes?" once again that calm, but the commanding tone made literally fall out of reality, focusing only on one point of the emotional range.
"We… can try again. A little later," it seemed, to be the longest sentence in the last few minutes. But Jonghyong felt a direct need to tell Hyong about it, that he would know, feel, that he was ready to fight too. Willing to try, if senior really wants to.
Jungsuk only smiled brightly, which was immediately reflected in his eyes-slits. He slowly raised his hand, to indicate, that he wanted to touch Jonghyong, who hesitated but nodded.
Senior's hand came down carefully on his slightly coarse hair, ruffling it in a disorderly way. Such a seemingly simple action caused a crowd of pleasant goosebumps on junior's back. Kim couldn't resist closing his eyes, listening to the sensations. Panic receded into the background, fear, still whispered somewhere in the distance, pushed further away, only feeling remained. A sense of impending peace and slight fatigue.
"Hyong will take care of you," Jungsuk whispered, running his fingertips along the edge of junior's ear. A pleasant shiver ran through him, and he started up, leaving the car with a slight smile.
Senior's fingers burned his ear until nightfall, and his scalp tingled pleasantly. But most of all maknae remembered his voice. A voice, that played over, and over, and over in his head. Jungsuk had a beautiful voice, just like all else in him, but to hear it in that key, so serious and a little commanding, was… exciting. Jonghyong knew this feeling. When want to listen to others' words carefully and unquestioningly, when not afraid of consequences, when ready to give yourself up to the mercy of others' will, without fear of anything, when ready to trust without delay. Jonghyong knew this feeling. He felt the same way… in his Master's room.
"Aish! What the fuck, shit!" Jonghyong slammed his forehead against the door of his own room, as he closed it behind him with a thud. It seemed obvious, that he had long since fallen into the clutches of a wild, hungry beast, named Park Jungsuk. But now the guy clearly knew, that he was stuck. Damn deeply stuck by the most eggs and had no idea, whether to give up or keep fighting. However, he shamefully admitted, that each time he lost ground more and more, and the first option seemed to him much more attractive and most importantly correct, than the second.
And now, in the run-up to Seollal, Jonghyong felt more alone, than ever. Christmas, New year, and all the accompanying holidays passed quickly and unnoticed, despite the general activity. Jonghyong didn't like New year's holidays even more, than his own birthday, because all the relatives gathered in one place, to pay their respects and spend the holidays as one big and "friendly" family. Jonghyong winced at the memory of, how having to stretch his lips into a smile that hurt whenever decency demanded it. His father looked at him suspiciously, ready to pierce him with displeasure stare at any moment, and his mother with sympathy, which made him even more irritated. The only consolation was the little brother, who was so happy, that it was impossible not to recharge at least some of his energy.
At the moment Jonghyong was lying on his bed, completely wrapped in a blanket, to try to calm the shivering in his entire body. The weather this year brought fairly severe wind and temperatures below freezing after dusk, and Jonghyong even closed the window in his room, although he usually always slept with it open. The guy closed his eyes, listening to the pleasant sounds of music, coming from the headphones. Tomorrow he would have to get up very early and put up with his relatives swarming around him again, but he still couldn't sleep. All thoughts were occupied with one damned senior, who, once again, after half a year and on the eve of the new year holidays went to the States, to stay with his parents for a few weeks. Kim could see, that Park didn't want to leave him. Saw the regret in the senior's eyes, when saw him off at the airport. Jungsuk repeated the promise, that he had made earlier, "The time will come, and you will come with me. I promise you, Jonghyong-e. Do you believe me?"
Jonghyong nodded, smiling, although somewhere inside his heart was boundless longing. After that failed kiss there were no moments of intimacy between him and Park. Jungsuk controlled himself to the point of gnashing his teeth, but he didn't let it go too far. And Jonghyong blamed himself for it every time, when he saw, how senior holding back.
Driven by some hitherto unknown feeling, Kim bowed his head and gently touched his lips to Hyong's cheek. Pulling back, Jonghyong looked into the face of his… boyfriend and barely managed to keep from bursting out laughing, even though he was burning with embarrassment inside. Hyong's cheeks were flushed in the blink of an eye, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes, that was hard to imagine.
"Jonghyong, what are you doing?" Hyong looked around, noticing the people around him, but no one was paying attention to them, busy with their own affairs. "There are people around."
"Hyong, and you're funny, when embarrassed," Jonghyong managed to say through a laugh, which earned him a heavy poke in the side.
"Ya, naughty boy! I'm still older than you. You can't tease me!"
Jonghyong smiled, at the image of his Hyong's face. His cheeks, so red and soft to the touch, were inviting to be rubbed with fingers; his eyes were glowing with the bright and rich natural brown, that Jonghyong liked so much; his pink lips, which usually drove Jonghyong crazy with just their half-smile, were frozen in a silent and surprised "o"; his hair fell over his forehead, completely black, with red paint washed out for a long time on the tips; a neat nose, on which wanted to click every now and then, the line of his chin, which curved gracefully into his neck, begged to leave hot kisses on it; the edge of the tattoo, which he had never seen in its entirety, peeked out so cool from under the T-shirt, that he wanted to run his tongue over it; small fingers, encircled by countless different rings, constantly ruffled hair, pushing it back, but it still stubbornly returned to its previous state. Hyong's figure attracted eyes, whether wanted it or not. Slightly pointed, but no less strong shoulders; flexible arms, the skin of which was light and soft; powerful breast, taut abs, slender waist, sinewy pumped legs, and firm rounded ass. All these advantages were supported by a strong and strong-willed character, a note of sarcasm, and a grain of complacency. Such a person simply couldn't help but attract attention. And Jonghyong got caught like a boy. When he surreptitiously admired his boyfriend, that he felt with the regret, how a wave of pleasant heat descend directly into the groin, after which his thoughts ran away, leaving only indecent fantasies in his head. And now the same thing happened.
Jonghyong groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the painful pressure in his pants. Suddenly it was very hot, despite the cold outside. Kim pushed back the blanket and stared at the rather heavy mound, that rose proudly through the light pajama bottoms. He adjusted his cock with his hand, and it responded only with a pleasant languor, that sent sparks of lust all over his body, piercing almost to the brain. Kim groaned again and hissed at Kim-junior.
"Traitor! What the fuck?!"
But whatever he did, trying to distract on his favorite music, cock kept poking into the fabric of the pants, making on the surface of the spreading dark spot eye-catching grease. Jonghyong cursed himself and swore again. Just the image of his Hyong made him aroused, like an inexperienced youth, and when it came to a normal kiss, he was scared, like a fucking coward.
"Okay, fuck it, you win!" Jonghyong took off his headphones and put them on the bedside table along with his phone, then opened the drawer, groping for artificial lubricant and wet wipes.
Taking a couple of deep breaths, Jonghyong lowered his pants, revealing a proudly heaving cock, which immediately plopped down on the bottom of his stomach with a characteristic sound, to which his master hissed again from an unpleasant feeling of pressure.
Jonghyong poured the lube on his palm and lowered it to the intruder of his evening calm, slowly spreading the lube along its entire length. Kim hissed again, as a cool hand touched the hot flesh, but gradually the skin of his palm warmed on his own nature, moving slowly and steadily up and down until the trunk glistened with lube. Jonghyong bit his lip, as he ran a fingernail over the swollen purple head, squeezing it just a little until it hurt. The hand went lower, lowering the skin, lingering in this position a little longer, which made a drop of natural lubricant immediately flow out of the opening of the urethra. Kim squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his other hand, squeezing his balls hard, first one, then the other, continuing to move the other hand up and down, squeezing the head of the trunk again and again until it hurt. His thighs began to move toward his hands, and he tasted blood in his mouth, biting his lip so hard, that he didn't want to groan.
Imagination conjured up the contented face of Jungsuk, whose hand, instead of junior, caressed his bloodshot, throbbing, ready to explode member, whispering all sorts of nonsense in his ear, making the lobe burn with fire, lips dry from frequent sighs, tongue literally fell to the sky, cheeks scorched with flames, neck sweated, and hair stuck to forehead. Jungsuk moved confidently and hard, painfully squeezing others' cock with his small fingers, squeezing at the base, not allowing junior cum as quickly, as he would like. Kim could literally feel, how senior's boner rubbing against his thigh, as Jungsuk rubbed it against Jonghyong, breathing raggedly, growling in his ear, biting the ring in his lip, and pulling on himself, sending another stream of light pain, that literally drowns junior.
Jonghyong writhed on the bed, squeezing his cock, not allowing himself to cum. Would like to feel plump, such a fucking sinful lips Hyong on his trunk, so it embraced him, immersed in the fever of his bosom, swallowed whole, pressing his tongue to the floor of the mouth, and strong fingers grabbed his buttocks and impose so deep, that eyes fell to the sparks. Jonghyong didn't get oral sex very often, except, when his ex was in the mood, which was quite rare, or an isolated incident with Yumin-Hyong. Usually, the initiator of this action was Kim himself. But right now he wanted his boyfriend's lips so fiercely, that he just couldn't hold back a low moan, that sank into the pillow, as Jonghyong immediately buried his face in it. The hand moved faster, the heat was stronger, and his eyes were wide with madness. Now he is…
Jonghyong felt, how cold water wash over him when he heard his cell phone ring. His hand froze on his own cock, unable to move or stop completely. Kim was breathing so hard, that the hum of his own breathing rose above the caller's melody.
Clutching the phone, without even wiping his hands, Kim felt, how a wave of unbridled fear swept over him. It was cold again. Limbs were numb, and the throat was dry.
'Fuck!'
Park, fuck him, Jungsuk!
Jonghyong didn't know, what to do. If he doesn't pick up the phone, then Jungsuk will start to worry, and even worse, will flood him with a bunch of questions after. If he took it, he might not be able to hide, what he was doing just now, imagining such delicious lips of his senior. After all, only a fool would not guess from the ragged breathing, from the incoherent speech, what he was doing just a moment ago. But there was no time to think, and the phone kept ringing steadily, flashing a familiar name on the screen, and Jonghyong, closing his eyes, cursing his stupid cock again, answered the call.
"Jonghyong! Is something wrong?"
Jonghyong was silent. One image of Hyong was enough, to get aroused instantly and almost cum, and now junior heard this voice, again so exciting and a little strict that… he just couldn't utter a word in response. Just breathing hard.
"Jonghyong! What happened? Did you run? Why are you breathing so hard?" Jungsuk was clearly concerned. He called Jonghyong, to congratulate him on the upcoming holiday because in the morning he might not get the chance. He was surprised when the young man didn't answer. Park had been waiting in the line for a long time and was already starting to worry because it was late, and Jonghyong was unlikely to be out of the house. But he didn't answer the phone. When junior picked up the phone, he was just breathing heavily and erratically, but he didn't say a word.
"Hyong…"
The word came out of maknae's mouth in a way, that was both needy and shamefaced, and Jungsuk fell into a stupor. His mind raced to figure out, what had happened to junior. Jonghyong was always shy around him, but he was confident enough on the phone. Apparently, the distance gave him a bit of composure. But now… junior's voice sounded unnatural. Jungsuk only heard this when…
The realization hit his ears, like a tocsin, and he choked on air. He felt a pleasant tickle somewhere in the area of his stomach, gently settling down with warmth just below. Jonghyong was… excited. So Park decided to take a chance, using the distance between them.
"Jonghyong-a," Jungsuk drawled junior's name as seductively and softly, as possible, and he could have sworn, that he heard a muffled, barely noticeable moan on the other end of the line. "What were you doing, before Hyong called you?"
"I…" Jonghyong couldn't form a coherent speech. Own name, which said Hyong, sent a bright spark right into his groin, causing his cock, which was slightly limp from fear and cold, to wake up and move again.
"What were you doing, Jonghyong?"
Senior's commanding and stern voice clouded the ear, making all sounds fade. Jonghyong got goosebumps. But he remained silent.
"Will you tell Hyong, what you did, while you were alone? You're alone right now, right?" Jungsuk let go of his early worry and lay down on the sofa in a relaxed position, catching the phone more comfortably, spreading his legs a little wider, feeling, how the tension growing below the waist. Hell, he hadn't even started yet. But just the thought, that shot through his head, sent a rush of excitement through every cell in his body.
"Will you answer your Hyong, Jonghyong? What were you doing?" Jungsuk methodically pushed junior, and the latter could not stand it.
"I was jerking off, okay?!" maknae's voice was strained and excited, breathy, but so fierce, that it sounded like junior was angry. He was angry at himself, for not being able to resist, and at Hyong, for forcing him to make such a shamefaced confession. But his mouth couldn't close, and he kept shouting, "I jerked off on you! I had only to imagine your face, and it was enough to excite me. I couldn't handle it…"
The tone of his voice dropped at the last words, and Jonghyong closed his eyes, cursing himself for being careless. He blurted out that, what he was doing, to Hyong. Right now Jungsuk would probably call him a pervert or even be angry, that junior wouldn't let him touch him, but now he was playing on his own. But all, he heard, was a light, mocking chuckle from the other end, and the sound, he could have sworn, sent a new spark of arousal into his groin, making him want to wrap his hand around his own organ and continue that, what he had started, just listening to the measured and quiet breathing of his senior. But he couldn't afford it. After all, on the other end, Jungsuk could hear everything perfectly. So all, that could do, was breathing hard and squint, trying to get emotions under control. Unsuccessfully.
"What exactly did your amazing imagination draw for you, Jonghyong-a?" Jungsuk taunted junior, by asking provocative questions, saying maknae's name the way, how he, seemed, to like, and openly enjoying the heavy and hoarse breathing. The hand is confidently light on his own groin, and Jungsuk bites his lip, feeling, how his cock slowly starts to wake up, twitching slightly in his tight jeans.
"You…" he choked, still holding back the urge to squeeze the barrel with his hand.
"More specifically, Jonghyong. What would you like, that I do with you, hm? What did you see, when you caressed yourself?"
"Aish! You sucked me! Clear to you! Your fucking lips played with my cock, until I almost choked on saliva. I want your mouth, now!" Jonghyong was surprised at his own confidence. He had never been so uninhibited and defiant when it came to intimacy with a man. But he didn't have much to compare it to. Now the distance of several thousand kilometers has played a role. Jonghyong was confused and excited, and Hyong's absence gave him a head start.
Jungsuk let out a long, loud moan. So, that Jonghyong could hear it clearly, and senior smiled out of the corner of his mouth when he heard a stifled groan in response. Park stroked the bulge in his jeans, pressing and hissing at times.
"Hyong, you…" Jonghyong bit his lip harder, realizing, what his senior was doing right now. From the sound of it, it seemed obvious.
"You'll get my mouth, Jonghyong-a. Whenever you want. But I have one request," another long exhalation, as his fingers dug deeper into his cock through the fabric. Jonghyong took a deep breath through his nose, trying to put his thoughts together. At the moment didn't want to think about anything other, than what the senior was doing on the other end of the line. To be honest, Jonghyong would give anything right now, to see, how Jungsuk fondles himself.
"What is it?" managed to squeeze out through heavy breathing.
"I have an idea," Park said, closing his eyes, "but you have to trust me, Jonghyong-e. Do you trust me? Will you be a good boy for your Hyong?"
Jonghyong suddenly felt, how the desire to please rise up from the very depths and cover him with a huge dome. For some reason he longed to please Hyong, to show him, that he was willing to trust him, to show, how grateful he was for everything, that senior did for him, to show, how much he really wanted him, despite his own fears. So, he said enthusiastically, "Yes. I trust you. I'll be good to you, Hyong. I promise."
And somehow the words didn't bring any shame or embarrassment, just a desire to submit to such a beautiful voice on the other end of the line.
Jungsuk purred with satisfaction and began to unbutton his jeans with his free hand, then pulled them down along with his boxers, releasing a bloodshot member, light and neat, with a bulging network of visible veins, with a red, oozing lubricant head.
A long moan touched Jonghyong's ears again.
"I want, that you close your eyes and imagine everything, that you saw before I called you. I want, that you feel my tongue pass over your inviting lips, touch the ring, go down your chin to your neck. I want, that you feel my teeth digging into your collarbone, nibbling at your nipples, skirting the hollow of your navel, leaving hot kisses on your pelvic bones," Jungsuk paused for a moment, remembering the scars on maknae's body. He wanted to kiss each of them.
Jonghyong was breathing hard, biting his lip, drawing all the exciting pictures, which Hyong had mentioned clearly and legibly. But he stubbornly did not touch the cock. And Park continued to tease him, panting and moaning directly into the phone so, that wanted to howl from helplessness and loneliness next to him.
"I want, that you feel my lips on your cock. Outline the head, pass along the entire length. God, you have no idea, how much I want this!" this is what Jungsuk has wanted since the day when he pinned maknae in the club's toilet. As soon as he saw others' cock firsthand, senior was ready to fall on his knees in front of Jonghyong and suck to him, like no one else ever did. And now, remembering, how beautiful and dirty at the same time other cock showed himself, to be a loud thump on the belly, like expired grease in excitement as pulsed in his hand, Jungsuk groaned louder and stronger grabbed his own trunk of hand, moving it not quickly, but steadily and firmly, introducing Jonghyong next.
"I want to touch him. Feel, how hot and wet he is. I want to swallow him whole so, that the head rams my throat. You want this, right, Jonghyong-a?" his own moan mingled with the other's, and a wave of pleasant languor covered the entire body, sending sparks of excitement, exploding with bright flashes in every cell of the body.
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Jonghyong moaned, listening to his Hyong's dirty but alluring monologue.
"Take him. What is he like now? Come on, Jonghyong-e, tell your Hyong, how much you want my mouth on your cock? How much do you want me now?"
When he got permission, Kim gripped the trunk tightly with his hand and immediately moaned uncontrollably and guttural, unable to utter a word.
"How much you want me, Jonghyong-e, hah? Because I want you so much…"
"Hyong… Hyong…" Jonghyong could only shamefully utter a single word, moving his hand harder, faster, more widely, completely not caring, that the lubricant, previously used, had long since dried up, and the palm was causing significant pain to such sensitive flesh now. The pain and excitement, that seemed to be overflowing, combined with the senior's commanding and exciting voice drove him to madness. Tears rolled from his eyes from an overabundance of emotions. Jungsuk continued to say something, but Kim could no longer hear the specific words. Only the voice, that kept him afloat, but at the same time pulled him into the depths of its depth. Only sighs and loud moans, mixed with the moans of senior, were given a pleasant echo in ears. Jonghyong barely kept his hand on the phone, continuing to jerk off so furiously and quickly, that he was almost exhausted. And suddenly he heard words, that finished him off completely, "Cum, Jonghyong-a. Cum for Hyong."
Kim poured into his palm, soiling his stomach and part of his chest. He was blinded by a veil of bright light, that appeared before his eyes. His hands were shaking, his legs were sliding on the bed, his skin was covered in sweat, and the room smelled like sex, as if he hadn't jerked off, but at least fucked until senseless all night. In the distance, Jonghyong could hear Jungsuk's deep-throated moan and a loud, ringing "Yes…", as senior apparently cum after him.
Heavy breathing and disjointed thoughts…
"Jonghyong-e, are you okay?!" Jungsuk asked, fearing, that junior was having another panic attack.
Jonghyong chuckled, trying to formulate a coherent response, but it seemed to fail.
"You know," he was still breathing heavily, licking his lips in an attempt to wet them with his own saliva, "I don't think, that ever cum like this. You forced me to have phone sex with you, Hyong! Aish!" as soon as the adrenaline and pleasant, spreading through the body endorphins receded, junior felt a wild embarrassment.
Jungsuk laughed hollowly, which made Jonghyong groan shamefully and bury his face in the pillow.
"But you liked it, right?" the laughter changed to a more worried tone as soon, as Jungsuk realized, that junior wasn't answering. "Jonghyong?!"
"Yes," Kim said, embarrassed, but honest, "you can't imagine…"
"Actually, I can. I'm lying here with my pants down in my parent's living room, completely covered in cum. So, believe me, I can."
"Ya, Hyong, you're terrible!" Jonghyong burrowed back into his pillow, just imagining the picture, that senior had just painted. This sent another spark of pleasurable longing to the causal place, and Jonghyong swore softly, shushing at his treacherous cock.
"Calm down, damn it!"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Kim caught himself, realizing, that Jungsuk was still on the line.
Oddly enough, Jonghyong was able to withstand a brief conversation with his boyfriend, after what happened, and not burn with shame. Hyong congratulated him on the upcoming holiday, told him, how much he missed him and wanted him to be around. His voice was now so pleading and feigning distress, that Jonghyong couldn't help and chuckle. He could even imagine, how Hyong pouting his already plump lips in frustration, and it made his cock try to lift its head again as if to check, what was going on. Jonghyong rolled his eyes inwardly. What the hell was wrong with him?
After saying goodbye to Hyong, he tidied himself up and changed the sheets to fresh ones without hesitation, wrinkling his nose. Jonghyong hated cleaning his bed, but he couldn't sleep on dirty linen in soiled pajamas with extra, even pleasant smells. So after spending about half an hour cleaning and taking a light shower, he fell into bed and did not notice, how began to sink into a doze. On the periphery of his mind Jonghyong could hear his Hyong's voice even now, "I liked, Jonghyong-a. And you?.."
***
After Jungsuk returned, Jonghyong felt even worse, than when they first met. He would burn with shame and embarrassment, when he noticed, how Hyong staring at him, while he tried to stare anywhere, but at senior. Their piquant conversation on the phone had been bothering maknae all the time before Park arrived back, and now junior couldn't find a place and calm down. Although Jungsuk acted, as if nothing had happened: he smiled sweetly with those lips of his, that Jonghyong so clearly imagined on his cock, winked, ruffled his hair, touched his shoulder or elbow with a light and casual touch, that sent a pleasant shiver through his body. Kim could have howled like a wolf at the thought.
"God, you're so cute, that makes me sick!" Chaebom swore and feigned a fit of retching, as Jungsuk patted maknae on the head again, smiling sweetly, as they sat in the cafe after Jungsuk's arrival: Muyong, Chaebom, Park, and Kim.
"I think, my blood sugar is going to go up. I'm even thirsty," Muyong persisted, chuckling, as Park shot him a menacing look, while his arm gently wrapped around Jonghyong's waist.
"Idiot!" Jonghyong cursed and kicked under the table in an attempt to kick his idiot friend, who had been teasing him at every opportunity, now convinced, that his relationship with Jungsuk was making progress.
"Ouch!" Jungsuk jerked, and Jonghyong realized with horror, that his heavy boot had hit… Hyong's leg, while Chaebom had moved his feet away from his friend's heavy kick and was now laughing so hard, that even the other customers noticed them.
"Jerk!" Jonghyong shot a withering look at his friend, then immediately put his hand under the table, stroking the other's bruised spot. "Hyong, I'm sorry, hurt?"
Jungsuk hissed in pain, but he smiled and looked at Jonghyong in a way, that made the younger guy's stomach spin.
"A little, but it's okay, Jonghyong-e, really."
Hyong's hand is light on top of maknae's under the table, and a spark of warmth and light excitement shoots through Jonghyong. Senior's touch always evoked a whole range of emotions, but each time in a different way. And now it was akin to a pleasant feeling of easy self-confidence. Jonghyong smiled, which brought a flash of joy to Jungsuk's eyes.
"Thanks for the ride, Hyong," Jonghyong turned to Jungsuk, as they pulled up to his house. Recently, he rarely used his bike, because Jungsuk regularly gave him a ride in his car. To be honest, it was a little frustrating for Jonghyong. He loved his little boy and miss him. But didn't want to offend senior and deprive him of even such a fleeting gesture of attention. Although the last time in his head was spinning a crazy idea – ride his Hyong. Actually, he never let anyone get on his bike, except himself, but he wanted to make an exception for Hyong. Feel, how his arms wrap around his waist, as he rides, the way his body presses against his back, the howl of delight escapes his beautiful lips during a sharp turn, look at the flushed cheeks and disheveled hair after. All, he had to do, was calm fucking embarrassment and suggest the idea to Park.
"You're welcome," Jungsuk smiled, already hoping to say goodbye to junior, but the next words knocked him out.
"You…" he looked down, biting his lip in embarrassment, but continued, "do you want to come in?"
"What?! I mean, are you sure? It's late, Jonghyong," Park was jubilant inside. He really, really wanted to agree, to see Jonghyong's room, to meet his parents, his brother, to get to know junior even better. But he couldn't afford it, not being sure, that junior really wanted it.
"I'm sure," the brown eyes met the green ones, and Jungsuk couldn't help and smile teasingly, which the younger guy proudly accepted without looking away.
"Hyong! Hyong! Hyong! You're home!" Jeonhyun appeared out of nowhere and threw himself at his brother, shaking his hands. "I was so~ bored. Parents left an hour ago, and I didn't know when you'd be back. And I…" junior stopped abruptly, noticing the intruder. The handsome guy walked into the house with his older brother, and Jeonhyun recognized him immediately.
"Jungsuk-Ssi?!" Jeonhyun bowed respectfully to senior in greeting, and Jungsuk, surprised, returned the salute. How does this child know his name? Next to him Jonghyong suddenly tensed his entire body, trying to get his brother out of the way faster, but the latter did not even think to listen to him, carefully studying the young man.
"You know me?" Jungsuk couldn't resist asking.
"Not personally. Hyong talks about you a lot. Mouth won't shut up, literally," Jeonhyun winked playfully at his older brother and received a heavy slap on the back of the head. "Hey! What did I say?"
"Shut up!" Jonghyong cursed, his cheeks immediately turning red, as he looked at his senior, who was openly holding back his laughter but was listening intently to Jeonhyun while pretending to ignore Jonghyong.
Jeonhyun was amused from the heart, because it wasn't often, that he saw his always confident and strict senior blush, like a ripe tomato, which only made the situation more tempestuous.
"He did even paint…"
And then Jonghyong could not stand it, abruptly appeared next to his younger brother and covered his mouth with his hand, which received a very surprised look from Hyong. Jeonhyun struggled in his arms, desperately trying to wriggle out of the grip, but Jonghyong moved closer to his ear, turning his back to Jungsuk, and whispered threateningly so, that only junior could hear, "If you don't shut up right now, you'll be without games for all month."
Jeonhyun immediately froze after such a terrible threat. Of course, he could try to challenge his brother's words. He and Jonghyong had once fought over the right to play their favorite game, which was why Hyong now had a small scar on his left cheek from the fight. But Jeonhyun knew, that Hyong was much stronger and more resourceful, and most importantly, older than him, so he decided not to take any chances.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Jungsuk-Ssi," Jeonhyun bowed to senior again, when Jonghyong finally released him.
"You can call me Hyong, Jeonhyun," Jungsuk smiled sweetly and patted junior the head. As soon as Jonghyong saw this, a wave of jealousy flooded him from head to toe. Anger flared in his cheeks, and hands clenched into fists. He didn't hear, what his younger brother and his boyfriend were talking about so sweetly, but he could feel, how the possessive inside of him lifting his head, looking around, and grinning with anger. Jonghyong liked to obey, always played the bottom position, but even in his position, the owner's instinct was not canceled. And it really scared him. He had never experienced anything like this before, even with his ex. Closing his eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths, maknae tried to control his raging anger and recover and heard a snatch of conversation.
"I'll definitely play with you. We can take your brother as well. I think, that he's not a chance against the two of us," Jungsuk laughed loudly in time with the teenager's laughter.
Jonghyong just snorted and began frantically sorting through the things, that hung on the hall hanger, pretending, to be busy searching for the phone, although it was actually lying peacefully in the pocket of his jeans.
"Jonghyong?" Jonghyong flinched, as Hyong's hand gently rested on his shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a phone," Jonghyong snapped, not expecting to be so rude and sarcastic.
"Really?" Jungsuk didn't even pay attention to maknae's outburst. He realized, what was happening, almost immediately. This surprised him at first, but now it amused him a little. Jonghyong was jealous of him! Jealous of his own little brother in an attempt to get attention.
"Isn't that it, hah?" with deft fingers Jungsuk pulled the phone out of junior's pocket, smiling sarcastically.
"Yep," Jonghyong buried his tongue in his cheek, as Park had long noticed, he always did, when was unhappy about something. "I guess, I forgot."
"Of course," Jungsuk said, moving closer to Jonghyong and feeling, how hard he was breathing. "You don't need to be jealous, Jonghyong. Your brother is very nice, of course. But you worry me more," Jungsuk winked and moved away from maknae as quickly, as he had come.
Now a flush of embarrassment crept over Jonghyong's face, and he looked away, nodding. He couldn't explain, what had just happened. But he could definitely tell, that he didn't like it. Even though he was still scared and afraid of being openly intimate with Hyong, he didn't intend to give his attention to someone else. Even his little brother.
"Do you want to rest?" Jungsuk asked peacefully, as he felt, how maknae's head to move more and more on his shoulder each time he watched another anime. "I can go home."
"No!" Jonghyong immediately jumped up so abruptly, that he almost startled Jungsuk. His voice was louder than it should have been, and that confused maknae. He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I mean, I wanted to say, you can stay here… with me?" Jonghyong cracked his forehead for carelessness. For the past few hours, his mouth had been giving out the first thing, that came to mind, without thinking about the consequences. But the senior's presence was strangely comforting. When he was sitting in a relaxed position on the bed in front of the screen, legs spread out; when his arm was gently wrapped around Jonghyong's waist; when he gives to junior snacks, catching exactly the moment, when maknae really wanted to take them; when he occasionally stroked Jonghyong's hair; laughed at funny moments and frowned at heavy ones. The warmth of his body and the power of his aura had a calming effect for some reason. And Jonghyong didn't want to be alone in a cold room all night.
Jungsuk froze at the younger man's words, which made Jonghyong give himself another mental kick.
"Jonghyong-e, are you sure about this? I…"
"Aish, stop asking me that! Either you stay or leave. You decide!" Jonghyong instantly turned from a confused puppy to a vicious fury. Jungsuk looked him straight in the eye and squeezed his hand a little on the other's waist, which made Jonghyong immediately tense up. But before he could get scared, he felt a tickle on his ribs. Jonghyong couldn't stand it for long, and after a couple of seconds he collapsed on the bed, laughing at Hyong's fingers, which tickled him uncontrollably in every place, that could reach.
"You little rascal! Do you dare threaten me, hah?" Jungsuk sat on top of Jonghyong, still squeezing his sides, neck, chest, and cheeks, while Jonghyong laughed in a way, that Jungsuk never seemed to hear. He couldn't help admiring junior: his hair, slightly damp from the shower, fell over his forehead, his cheeks were flushed with laughter, his lips were beaming and genuinely smiling only at him, piercings emphasized the beauty of the young face, tattoos, that hugged most of both arms, riveted the eye, a strong and muscular torso was felt even through the T-shirt.
"Hyong?"
Jungsuk blinked, when he realized, that he was literally hovering, looking at his junior, who was lying under him, so beautiful and somehow humble, not even daring to move.
"Jonghyong, I'm sorry, I…"
Jungsuk choked on air, as maknae lifted his head and touched his lips to his in a light kiss. A wave of heat swept through the body, making close eyes and forget about everything. There were only the two of them, and even the faint noise of the TV remained somewhere on the periphery.
Jonghyong touched Hyong's lips slowly and carefully, driven by an uncharacteristic boldness, touching first the upper one, then the lower one, testing his reaction. Whether it was his own room, that gave him confidence, or the "same" conversation a few weeks ago, Jonghyong didn't feel the same panicked fear, that came over him, when Jungsuk kissed him in his car. Only a slight excitement filled the younger man's mind.
"Jonghyong-e…" Jungsuk breathed junior's name into his lips and bit his own, feeling, how the other's arousal grow under his thighs, "you're playing with fire…"
"Then," junior sank the back of his head on the sheets, looking into the other's eyes, which were veiled by a faint haze of desire, "burn me, Hyong."
Jungsuk growled, like a starving animal, that has been teased with a juicy steak for a long time but has not been allowed to eat it, to keep it on a starvation ration, to increase its ferocity. He pressed his lips into other's mouth as if he had never been kissed in his life, and his cock twitched painfully in the pants, that Jonghyong had so kindly lent him, when he heard, how junior moan long and flows under him like a submissive substance.
Kissing Jonghyong was beyond his expectations. As soon as junior opened his mouth slightly from the pressure of Jungsuk, the second one immediately took advantage of this and penetrated inside with his tongue, immediately capturing the other one.
Jonghyong didn't know, what to do with his hands, so he clung to the sheets, exposing his mouth to Hyong's licking tongue. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth and down his chin from greed and lust, and for some reason, it didn't frighten junior at all. Just the opposite. Kim felt, how his cock rub painfully against the fabric of his trousers and realized, that Jungsuk was feeling it too because senior let out a cheeky moan into his mouth and rubbed his ass against his arousal. Jonghyong couldn't hold back a moan, unconsciously clasping large hands hips senior, to which he just mumbled contentedly, continuing to literally fuck his language, perceptibly playing ball barbell in mouth, dirty moaning into lips. Jonghyong squeezed Hyong's buttocks harder and from time to time grabbed the ball with his teeth, sipping on it, which only made senior moan and growl more, not hiding his frank desire. Jungsuk broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to junior's, licking his lips, breathing hard, continuing to move his hips on maknae's arousal.
"Jonghyong-e, you want…" Jungsuk swallowed to clear his throat, and tried again, "to take me yourself?"
Junior's eyes flew open in surprise. His actions were justified, but he was guided more by feeling, than by brain, and senior's words hit his inflamed mind with force. Jonghyong was always the host part and had no idea, how to please his partner otherwise. And this suggestion from Hyong… scared him.
"No… I…" fear, ready to spread and entwine him in a sticky web, swirled around him, trying to wrap its veil around and made to push senior away, but Jonghyong stubbornly resisted it. He wanted it to be. He could trust Jungsuk. Hyong won't hurt him, right?
"I can't, Hyong… I can't," Jonghyong panted, trying to control his emotions.
"Shhh," Jungsuk immediately began stroking the other's cheeks, gently and carefully soothing the frightened junior. "Everything will be fine. You don't have to do anything, that you don't want to do. We can stop right now. Do you want to stop?" his cock hurt against the fabric, but he was ready to let go of maknae right away if he asked.
"No…" the younger guy hesitantly wrapped his arms around senior's neck, pulling him a little closer, and leaned his hips forward, showing, how much he was aroused right now. "But not… like this."
"Well. Then…" Jungsuk slid off maknae's thighs and pulled off the T-shirt. Jonghyong admired the other's naked body, finally able to see the tattoo, the flames of which masterfully intertwined with each other, starting from the neck and ending at the elbow, literally wrapping around Hyong's arm with black fire with bright red and reddish flashes, it seemed, ready to burn without a trace. And when maknae met senior's eyes, he blushed with embarrassment, because Jungsuk immediately caught his interest, smiling maliciously.
"Do you like that, what you see?" Park ran his hand over his chest slowly and languidly, closing his eyes for a second, then heard a stifled moan.
"Yes…"
The younger man's answer satisfied him, and he moved a little closer, which takes maknae's hand.
"It's all right," said Jungsuk calmly, when he saw, that the younger man's breath come out in a ragged sigh, and the fear in his eyes returned. "I won't hurt you. Please, give me your hand."
Jonghyong placed his large hand in senior's. His eyes widened at the sudden flash of pleasure, that shot straight down to his lower body as Jungsuk slowly took the index finger of his hand into his mouth. Senior's tongue immediately surrounded the pad, and his lips began to suck rhythmically, which made him stare at the process, although he really wanted to close his eyes. Jungsuk stared at the younger guy, still sucking on his finger, gradually sinking it all in. Jonghyong's mouth opened in rapid breathing, and his cock throbbed in sweet longing. The damn devil was playing with him, dragging him straight to hell, and there was nothing he could do about it. Just kept burning to death.
Jungsuk released maknae's finger from the captivity of his mouth and ran the other's hand over his body from the neck down to his chest, slightly touching their own nipples, approaching the press.
"You want to… touch me there?" senior's voice was hoarse and choked, and Jonghyong nodded as if in a trance, not daring to take his eyes off his tempter. Jungsuk put maknae's hand on his groin, and even though his pants Jonghyong could feel senior's arousal. His cock rose proudly, pulling at the fabric of his trousers, smearing it with lube, so that it left a wet spot on the light fabric.
"All of this," Jungsuk groaned a little, as Jonghyong's hand touched his arousal and stroked it a little uncertainly, then led it back to his neck and mouth, licking the fingers again, "is yours. You can take this, whenever you want. But right now I want, that you to relax. Don't think about anything. Just relax and trust me, without asking anything. Can you do this for your Hyong, Jonghyong-e?"
Jonghyong felt like he was going to suffocate. The heat in the room, despite the window being slightly open, was oppressive, and the sight of his excited Hyong next to him only more illuminated the young, youthful body.
"Jonghyong-e?"
Jonghyong blinked back to reality and nodded again. Jungsuk smiled with satisfaction, but without malice, and then moved to the edge of the other's pants, intending to take them off.
"What are you doing?!" Jonghyong was scared. Even though he tried his best to relax and let himself install, that Hyong would never hurt him, he was still scared, when the senior reached for his trousers without warning.
"Calm down," Park said in a calm and even tone, peering intently as if hypnotizing other's eyes. "Everything will be fine, Jonghyong-e, I promise. Hyong will take care of you. Just breathe."
Jonghyong leaned back on the bed, covering his face with his hands, while Hyong slowly pulled down his pajama pants, revealing his cock, standing, like a stake.
"Lord…"
Jonghyong abruptly lowered his head and realized with shame, that Park was openly looking at him, not hiding their interest.
"Hyong, stop staring like that. It's embarrassing as hell, you know," Jonghyong wondered, how he had the strength to come up with such a long and coherent sentence, and with his tormentor looking at him so hungrily.
"Sorry, I can not help myself," Park said gruffly. "You're just wonderful, Jonghyong-e! You know, how beautiful you are, right?" Park ran his hands down the younger man's legs, starting at the ankles, working his way up to his thighs, and stroked the small transverse scars on his pelvic bones. He exhaled noisily, closing his eyes in anger. How could someone in their right mind cause such pain to a child?!
"Don't…" Jonghyong immediately covered the scars with his hands, pushing Hyong's hands away. He felt dirty and unworthy of Jungsuk with such terrible marks on his body. Throat tightened, as he remembered, how he'd gotten those scars. A growing panic gripped his mind, ready to burst out. He's dirty, dirty… He doesn't deserve such admiration. All, he deserves, is pain and humiliation.
"Jonghyong-e," Jungsuk's voice was soft and gentle in the vicinity of maknae's ear, as senior gently removed other hands from his pelvic bones, continuing to stroke the scars. "It's all right. You shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of it. Your body is beautiful to me. I wouldn't lie to you. You've already shown me your scars, right? I saw everything. So you must not think, that you are repugnant to me. Do you understand? I wouldn't be here if I was. You are the most beautiful and desirable to me, Jonghyong-e," every sentence was reinforced by a light, unobtrusive kiss on the temple, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, or chin, while his fingers slid over the scars, and Jonghyong could not stand it anymore. Tears spilled from his eyes, and his hands clung tightly to Hyong's shoulders.
"Hyong… Hyong… you wouldn't lie to me, right?" junior's grip tightened, and Jungsuk felt a slight pain, but he continued to stare intently into the other's eyes, which were full of tears. Jonghyong's bravado was bursting at the seams. Now, this was a vulnerable and broken boy, not a brash and sullen young man.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Jonghyong-e. Do you remember, what I asked you to do? Trust me, okay?"
Jungsuk picked up the salty drops with his lips, touching maknae's clean, now makeup-free, and even more beautiful skin, tracing each scar with his fingers, and inside everything was beating, like an angry beast. He could literally feel Jonghyong's pain and fear as if they were his own.
When Jungsuk was between the younger man's legs, he slowly spread them wider, giving himself access to, what he wanted. Park looked at the younger guy with great satisfaction, not hiding his admiration, licking his lips, feeling, how a vibrating guttural moan rise from somewhere deep inside.
Jonghyong squeezed his eyes shut again, unable to look at this madness. He was covered with goosebumps from fear and embarrassment. Jungsuk placed both hands-on junior's ankles and slowly moved up the other's legs, skirting the knees, lightly touching the thighs, approaching the groin area. Jonghyong tried to instinctively bring his legs together, but Jungsuk prevented his attempt, by holding him down.
"Jonghyong-e, it's okay. Relax. You're very handsome. Let me prove to you, how much."
Jonghyong breathed faster, still not opening his eyes. His hairless chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, the blanket clung uncomfortably to his back, and hands clutched at everything, that they could reach.
After the younger guy's hesitant nod Park smiled a little, then lowered himself to the guy's stomach, still holding his legs, and pressed his wet, hot lips to the fair skin. Jonghyong took a deep breath, then let it out noisily. Hyong's tongue swirled around the hollow of his navel, penetrating and grazing the ball of his piercing, leaving a wet trail.
"You're beautiful, Jonghyong-a."
His heart was racing with senior's praise, which was deafening to his sensitive ears. Jonghyong liked to be obedient. He liked to obey. He liked to make his partner feel good. And right now Jungsuk was very happy with him, which made Kim shiver all over with a little fear and anticipation.
"You're so sensitive, Jonghyong-e."
Jungsuk whispered nonsense to the younger guy, as he moved lower, his chin lightly touching the head of the other's cock. The skin immediately left the trail wet from the natural lubricant.
"Open your eyes," Jungsuk propped himself up on his elbows, Sitting between maknae's legs, waiting. Jonghyong shook his head, still breathing heavily and trying to get used to the new sensations. If he looked at his Hyong now, he would definitely have a stroke.
"Please, Jonghyong-e, do so, how your Hyong asks you. Be a good boy to me, open your beautiful eyes."
Jonghyong sobbed and feel, how a tear roll down from the corner of his eye. The sensuous voice kept saying his name, compliment after compliment, praise after praise, and Jonghyong couldn't stand it. He opened his eyes and lowered his head, immediately choking on the image. His Hyong, his senior, his boyfriend, lay between his legs, his strong arms wrapped around his thighs, staring at him with his malachite eyes, which splashed with unprecedented admiration, licking his lips went dangerously close to his stake-standing trunk.
"Please, don't close your eyes. I want, that you see, how much you desired for me."
Jonghyong swallowed loudly, but he didn't close his eyes. And Jungsuk took action. Without interrupting eye contact, senior lowered himself lower, to the very balls and insistently passed his tongue between them, feeling, how they roll in the scrotum from such an action, touched by the piercing, then walked a wide stroke up the trunk to the head, circled it, then he forcefully sucked it into his mouth.
Jonghyong couldn't stand it and groaned almost in his voice, when he felt the soft plump and insistent lips of Hyong on his organ and the slight coolness of the decoration, with each movement passing over the surface. Jungsuk switched to a fast and confident pace almost immediately, as if pulling the soul out of junior, sucking him so, that Kim could see bright circles before his eyes, and everything inside melted and spread, like pliable clay in the hands of an experienced sculptor. Make whatever you want.
"Jonghyong-e…"
Kim came to his senses, when he realized, that he had closed his eyes again. When he did open them, he saw the truly sinful appearance of the devil in the flesh. Jungsuk's cheeks were flushed, his lips were swollen and red, his breathing was labored, his eyes glittered with a haze of madness, and a thread of saliva was trailing from the corner of his mouth, some of which had settled on the purple head of maknae's cock.
"You can hold my hair. It is all right. You can move, as you want. Fuck my mouth, Jonghyong-e. That's what you wanted, right?"
Jonghyong breathed out greedily and ran his hands through Hyong's jet-black hair, guiding him uncertainly back to his aching flesh. Jungsuk managed a cheeky smile before he was literally impaled on a rather large cock, which immediately entered his mouth almost the entire length, bursting from the inside, expanding, forcing him to press the root of the tongue to the lower cavity of the mouth and slightly choke with unaccustomed to such a large size. But Jungsuk quickly pulled himself together, relaxed his throat, and swallowed the other's trunk to the very base, resting his nose on the pubis. Jonghyong's cock was big and thick and literally rammed Jungsuk from the inside, but it was such a pleasant feeling of fullness, that Park groaned in his throat, causing an exciting vibration to sweep through Jonghyong's entire body, making him cling harder to Hyong's hair, leaning his hips against it, not caring, that senior might choke. He was so emotionally and physically aroused, that he couldn't stop, especially, when he was clearly aware of, how the head of his own cock is pressed right into the back of his boyfriend's throat.
"Hyong… Hyong… Hyong…" Jonghyong couldn't hold back the shameful guttural moans, despite the fact, that everything inside was shaking with excitement mixed with slight fear. He realized, that Jungsuk had forced him to… fuck himself, even if it wasn't in the literal sense of the word. And yet, despite the fact, that it would seem, that the leading position was occupied by Kim, Hyong remained the main instigator of such an adventure. He provoked Jonghyong, it helped him to relax and push fear at least for a short time, he ordered him to look at him, he ordered him to take his hair and to guide the process. Despite the fact, that it would seem, that the leading position was occupied by Kim, Jungsuk still guided him, even in this position. Small fingers limbering junior's balls and unconsciously slid lower to the anus. Jonghyong immediately froze and tensed, as he sensed the change in the position of Hyong's actions. The grip of his hands on others' hair loosened. He opened his eyes wider. Hyong pulled away from him, wiping his lips, which were covered with saliva and junior's natural lubricant, and immediately caught a glimpse of the dawning fear in maknae's eyes. His skin was covered with goosebumps, despite the fact, that the room became incredibly hot. He tried to pull his thighs together again, to cover his most intimate and inaccessible part of his body.
"Jonghyong-e, calm down. Please," Jungsuk spoke softly and calmly, though with as much difficulty, as his labored breathing and aching lips would allow. "I promised you, that wouldn't do anything, that you didn't want to do. I won't hurt you, Jonghyong. It's all right, do you hear? You don't have to be afraid of me. We trust each other, right?" Jungsuk looked at the younger guy carefully, gently stroking the outside of his thigh, and Kim relaxed a little, though the cold of fear still stretched out its bony and frozen fingers to him. "It is all right, Jonghyong-e. All right. Just relax, hah?"
Jonghyong exhaled heavily, biting his lip hard, and relaxed his hips, allowing Jungsuk to slide in, where the intrusion was rare and unpleasant. Jungsuk licked his free hand, wetting it liberally with saliva, and began to jerk off junior's still-aroused cock, until he went straight down to the entrance. As Park ran his nose near the clenched ring of muscle, he smelled soap. Just plain soap for the shower, and smiled. Jonghyong was a really clean guy.
"What are you doing?!" Jonghyong tensed again, as the tip of Jungsuk's tongue probed the ring of muscle between his buttocks. "Hyong, no… don't!" panic clapped his hands in glee, eager to prove himself again after such desperate attempts at resistance. A toggle switch went off in head – pain! Jonghyong didn't want the pain. Not like that. Not again. Didn't want to feel the hard, insistent fingers inside, didn't want to be used and abandoned. He wasn't ready for full-on sexual intercourse with Jungsuk right now. Jonghyong had thought about it more than once, fantasized, dreamed, imagined. But his body was still not ready to accept this man. No!
"Jonghyong-e, I'm not going to give you anal sex. At least, not right now. Calm down. I just want to make you feel as good, as you just did to me," Jungsuk almost forgot about his painfully aroused cock, which was pressing hard against the fabric of his trousers. He was so engrossed in the process, that he didn't think about himself at all. It seemed, that for the first time giving pleasure to someone else was much more pleasant and desirable to him, than getting a discharge himself.
"You're doing great, Jonghyong-e. You're so good. So sensitive. So obedient for me, Jonghyong-e. I'm so excited because of you. Let me take care of you," Jungsuk literally whined, pleading with Jonghyong, like a small child. Gradually, the muscles relaxed, and Jonghyong allowed Hyong to touch his most cherished spot with his tongue again.
'Fuck!'
Park was truly a devil in the flesh. Whatever he did, he did just fine. One minute he was sucking junior off, like a fucking God, and now his tongue was literally ramming maknae's anus, moving rhythmically, penetrating deeper, liberally wetting the saliva so, that the remnants ran right down his ass and other's chin, accompanied by distinct slurping sounds. Park really enjoyed that, what he was doing, and Jonghyong mentally praised himself for his foresight and habit of getting his body in order no matter, what the reason. If he hadn't taken a shower and not performed certain manipulations with his body more out of habit, than desire, he wouldn't be able to let Hyong use his sinful tongue in his ass right now.
Jungsuk screwed his tongue deeper and deeper, moving his hand on his cock faster and faster, moaning himself from such bright and sensual reactions of his boyfriend's body.
"You're so beautiful, Jonghyong-e," pulling back and licking his lips, whispered Park. "You're taking me so well now. You're trembling under my hands. You like that, what I do, right?" Jungsuk didn't stop moving his hand, squeezing his cock hard, pulling the skin, listening to the characteristic wet sound of saliva on the surface and the sensuous continuous moans of junior.
"Do you like, Jonghyong-e?"
"Yes!"
"You want to cum from my tongue?"
"Yes!"
"Do you want, that Hyong to let you pour into my mouth?"
"Yes, fuck! God, Yes, Yes!"
Jungsuk chuckled and lowered himself back to junior's anus, working his tongue faster and more actively, jerk off other cock just in a frenzied rhythm, which, to be honest, made his hand cramp, and his own arousal ached in his now tight pants. Jungsuk was frankly led by this possession of junior. It would seem, that it was Park who was now between maknae's legs and working hard for the two of them, while Jonghyong was only receiving and managing. In fact, it was different. Jungsuk literally felt power over other's body. How pliant and trembling Kim responds to his caresses, how he groans, leans towards his hand and tongue, and only dares to respond or do something, when Jungsuk… points.
"Fuck, Hyong! Fuck, fuck!" Jonghyong couldn't hold back the loud screams, feeling, how his cock throb, threatening to explode from the excess of sperm, and the blood thundered in ears, seeming to tear temples apart.
Jungsuk caught the ripple of other's body, groaned guttural, the last time running on language ringlet muscles, and rapidly turned out to be exactly right near with head Jonghyong's cock, that to grab it flushed greedy because of blowjob and active rimming lips, and then felt, how sticky, salty and thick cum shoots right down his throat, hitting the back wall, causing his eyes rolled back, and hands clenched with the strength on other's light hips. A loud groan and a tremor in junior's legs served as the final component to his own fall, and Jungsuk poured into his own, or rather, into Jonghyong's, pants, without even touching himself, like a teenage boy.
Jonghyong was shivering and couldn't get over it. There was such a roar in ears, that he could hear nothing, but the thunder of his own blood. His fingers ached so much because he clutched at the first thing, that came to hand, his legs trembled and parted, held only by other's inflated hands. He reeked of sex and sweat. But the feeling was more pleasant, than ever.
"You were great!"
Jonghyong heard Jungsuk's voice right next to his ear when his hearing seemed to recover again. Hyong was purring in his ear, grinning contentedly, his fingers lightly touching his forehead, brushing away his sweaty bangs.
Cheeks were even more flashed than should have been, this time from another bout of shame. When Kim tried to hide from the rapturous and blissful gaze, Park held his face.
"No. Jonghyong-e, don't shut me out. Please. After all, we decided, that we would learn to talk to each other. Trust each other, remember? We are partners. And partners do not run away from each other after intimacy."
Jonghyong looked at Hyong in confusion.
"You stink of sex, Hyong," he breathed out, having no idea, how to break the silence.
"What are you saying?" Jungsuk chuckled, tracing a path with his index finger from maknae's neck to his stomach, stopping at the scars, stroking them again. "It's okay," he reassured junior, when he felt, how the other's abs tighten under his touch. "I've told you more than once, and I'm ready to tell you again. You're wonderful, Jonghyong-e. In everything."
"Aish!" Jonghyong couldn't resist burying his face in his hands to the accompaniment of Jungsuk's booming laughter.
"Do you want to take a shower?"
"Oh, Yes!" Jonghyong nodded madly. "And a change of underwear too."
"I'll help you."
Jonghyong shyly covered himself with a stained God-knows-what sheet, which got another chuckle from senior, took out a change of underwear, and then slipped into the bathroom, while his Hyong was concentrating on changing the bed.
A little later, on the clean and cool sheets, Jonghyong lay in a relaxed position, waiting, when Jungsuk to take a shower after him.
"Can I…" he hesitated next to the bed, when he came back from the bathroom, wet and naked to the waist, wrapped in a single towel around his thighs, "sleep with you?"
"Oh, no. You'll sleep in the living room. Just in time to wake up Jeonhyun in the morning. Because I never really succeed in it."
Jungsuk froze in open surprise. He knew, that their recent closeness couldn't guarantee him full rights to Jonghyong's attention right away, because there was still a lot of work to do before maknae could truly relax and trust Hyong. But Kim's serious response unsettled him.
"Damn! You should see your face now," Jonghyong suddenly burst out laughing, baring his teeth and throwing back his head, and Jungsuk let out a sigh of relief. "Hyong, do you think, that I'm going to chase you out of my room after you literally fucked my ass with your tongue? Of course, you can sleep with me."
"Ya, you…" Jungsuk realized, that he had been cheekily tricked. But he liked this kind of maknae even better. Daring, confident, beautiful and so desirable to him. Not susceptible to a panic attack. Not shivering at his proximity. Without the madness in his eyes. Without a tremor in the body. He definitely liked this kind of Jonghyong better. And if junior needs to tease Hyong a little, the second one doesn't mind at all.
Park carefully lay down on the empty half of the bed, moving a little further away from Jonghyong, to let him decide whether to hug him or sleep on his side. Jonghyong turned off the night light and moved a little closer, not quite, but just enough, to reach his hand.
"Good night, Jonghyong-e."
"Good night, Hyong," and though he didn't fall into his Hyong's arms, He gently took his little hand and intertwined his long fingers with the others, falling asleep peacefully.