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Yoo Joonghyuk ploughs into Kim Dokja, railing him with the ferocity of a beast. He’s relentless, much like how he works when he is in his element.
Ruthless, unshakeable.
Kim Dokja loves it. Loves the way it has him almost incoherent, the way he can’t feel anything but stockpiling exhilaration. The pleasure is insurmountable.
Ecstasy. He can taste it, fireworks fizzing on his tongue.
“Dokja, Dokja, Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk pants, mouth forming adoringly over the words like a prayer. A mantra. He can’t say anything else, not when his senses are completely submerged by his dearest companion.
Dokja is much the same. He can only think of Yoo Joonghyuk, eyes unable to tear away from the hulking figure pounding into his prostate with unnerving precision.
“D-Damn protagonist,” Dokja whispers, eyes rolling back into his skull. “Always so- fuck- always so good, holy shit. Ahng-”
Yoo Joonghyuk captures his lips in another kiss, open-mouthed and hot. It’s messy, spit and saliva trailing down their chins. Kim Dokja is too weak to fight against Joonghyuk’s tongue, letting him taste and dominate to his heart’s content.
It’s too much, drowning him.
Kim Dokja cums again, for the second time, with a high pitched cry. His wet heat tightens up, gripping Joonghyuk intensely, as if coaxing his lover to completion as well.
“No more, please, shit,” Kim Dokja sobs as Joonghyuk doesn’t let up. He keeps going, keeps forcing him to feel this euphoria. “Joonghyuk-”
“No more? But, you were just begging for it earlier,” Joonghyuk drawls, hair matted to his sweaty forehead. He slows down, barely, as he scrutinises Kim Dokja. “I think you can handle it.”
Dokja’s eyes widen. “What-”
Joonghyuk quickens his pace, bending Dokja in half as he thrusts harder. Thrusts faster.
Like a man starved, he is taking his fill. Greedy, unstoppable, ravenous.
“Take it, take it, take it,” Joonghyuk growls, biting and sucking wherever he can. Kim Dokja’s eyelids flutter close, helpless and malleable in Joonghyuk’s arms. “That’s it, let me have you.”
He keeps muttering under his breath, curses and praises and sweet degradations. Kim Dokja can feel tears escaping his eyes and Joonghyuk licks them away as if they were droplets of ambrosia.
“I love you, fuck, I love you,” Joonghyuk stammers out, eyes glossy as he feels the heat in his stomach pool deeper and deeper.
Dokja flushes red, sobering for just a moment. “Y-You… dammit, only you could be saying this while you’re fu-fucking me into the mattress.”
Joonghyuk grins, wild and boyish. It’s a charming expression that’s made dirty by his lust-crazed gaze.
“I think, if you can still talk back like this, you can take a bit more,” Joonghyuk whispers, a threat and a promise.
Kim Dokja is allowed no rest as Joonghyuk presses further in, grinding in places that should be impossible to reach.
“FUCK!” Kim Dokja howls, cumming once again. His spend is watery now, almost clear, as Joonghyuk pushes more and more out of him.
His muscles bear down, rippling over Joonghyuk’s cock in a pleading manner.
And that does it for Joonghyuk.
Finally, finally, Joonghyuk finishes inside. His cum is thick, rich, and smells so heady when it spills out. Kim Dokja can’t help crave it.
Joonghyuk groans, thunderously, savagely, and leaves dark red marks as he sprays the remaining spurts of his cum all over Kim Dokja’s belly.
Shakily, he supports himself with an arm, hovering over Dokja’s shivering form.
“Are you alright?” Joonghyuk whispers.
In rapture, Dokja nods with his head lolling. He shifts slightly to get comfortable and that’s when Dokja feels it. That diamond hard length.
Joonghyuk is far from satisfied.
“Wait, Hyuk-ah,” Dokja sniffles, unable to feel his limbs. “Just wait a little bit more.”
Having had a semblance of satisfaction, Joonghyuk obeys and presses gentle kisses across Dokja’s cheeks. His dick is still aching, longing for another taste, but his lover is twitching with overstimulation and cannot handle it.
He can be patient, always is for Dokja.
“Water?” Joonghyuk asks, pulling away slightly. He fumbles for a water bottle by the nightstand and opens it with sweaty hands. He doesn’t let Dokja answer as he makes him sit up and drink.
Dokja, for once, allows Joonghyuk’s fussing. He takes slow sips of the water before turning his head away with a soft sigh. Joonghyuk gathers him in his arms, hands soothingly caressing his sides. He leans forward, resting himself against Joonghyuk’s sturdy chest.
“Still hard?” Dokja asks, voice raspy.
Joonghyuk nods, almost reluctant to admit it. “Can’t help it. I want you.”
His reader laughs softly, sounding just a little bit exhausted. His hand reaches down, slowly pumping the slick shaft. Joonghyuk’s breath falters at the touch, cheeks aflame.
“Wait- are you sure?” Joonghyuk mutters. Still, his hips slightly jerk with Dokja’s movements. “I can get myself off…”
Dokja shakes his head, scoffing slightly. “I’m tired, not injured. Just face fuck me.”
Joonghyuk inhales sharply at that, eyes darkening. Hearing his love say those obscene words has another stirring of thirst within him. “Remember, this is what you wanted.”
“I know,” Dokja sniffs, folding over to nuzzle his face into Joonghyuk’s pelvis. Joonghyuk threads a gentle hand through Dokja’s hair, fisting the locks but not tight enough to control his movements. It simply lays there, testing.
Dokja loves blowing Joonghyuk. The feeling of that heavy cock in his mouth is soothing. Supposedly, it’s an oral fixation, but Dokja doesn’t care too much about the labels.
He just wants. And he gets.
Mouthing at Joonghyuk’s balls, Dokja pumps the erect cock in his softer hand.
Up. Down.
It stiffens even further which should be impossible, but Joonghyuk has always been extraordinary.
Dokja relishes in the soft exhales as Joonghyuk loses himself in the mounting pleasure. The grunts and groans always urge him on.
Pulling away from the testicles, Dokja begins kissing the head of the cock passionately. His tongue flicks out to taste the precum – salty, tangy, slightly bitter. It’s a taste that excited Dokja even further, causing his own dick to twitch with interest.
“Dokja,” Joonghyuk breathes, bewitched. Dokja simply smiles up at him, before swallowing over half of Joonghyuk’s length. “Fuck.”
Joonghyuk’s hips rise up sharply, causing his dick to go even further in Dokja’s mouth. Dokja’s gag reflex kicks in, causing his throat to tighten up. Both men let out matching groans of arousal.
Then, finally, Dokja deepthroats him. Has him entirely within his mouth and throat. Full of him.
All Dokja can smell and taste is Joonghyuk, his potent musk and salty sweat. It’s intoxicating.
Slowly, he starts bobbing his head up and down, getting used to the feeling of taking his protagonist in his mouth. Once acclimatised, Dokja nods up at Joonghyuk.
The go ahead. The green light.
Joonghyuk curses under his breath, his grip on Dokja’s hair growing stronger. Dokja whines at the action, the vibrations making Joonghyuk go warm with a pleasant buzz.
And then he lets go.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Yoo Joonghyuk is more gentle with Dokja’s throat than he is with his ass, but is still deliciously rough with it. Dokja’s eyes roll back as his face is used as fleshlight, throat clicking with each push.
Gllk, gllk, gllk.
Indecent, obscene, filthy, dirty. Dokja is hard once more, dripping precum into the sheets.
Pathetically, he jerks himself off. It has Joonghyuk laughing slightly, before the larger man tilts his head back with a groan.
It feels like forever before Joonghyuk cums again, shooting his load down Dokja’s throat before squirting the remaining pumps on his face and hair.
Again, Dokja is the perfect picture of sexual hedonism.
He looks good like that.
Fuck. Joonghyuk is still hard. That goddamn stamina. It’s unreal.
Yoo Joonghyuk cums for the fourth time, just as Kim Dokja dry orgasms for the second.
They’ve started a tally system, a way to mock Dokja’s hairline trigger climaxes; black sharpie contrasting against Dokja’s pale flesh, messy strokes that betray Joonghyuk’s trembling hands.
Four wet orgasms. Two dry.
He’s been working hard. The both of them, really.
“Fuck,” Dokja sobs, trembling with sensitivity. “Joonghyuk…”
Joonghyuk grunts, grinding his dick against Dokja’s thigh. He’s still hard, frustratingly so, but he knows he can’t push Dokja any further.
He won’t. He’s too precious. To be handled with love and not wanton desire.
Dokja lazily runs his hands up and down Joonghyuk’s chest as Joonghyuk humps against his thigh like a dog, whispering praises and sweet nothings. It brings Joonghyuk to a shuddering stop, his cock weakly kicking as he cums again.
“Finally,” Dokja mutters, relieved. “You’re actually soft.”
Joonghyuk hisses as he lays next to Dokja, sensitive and sore.
“Come on, big guy, let’s take a shower,” Dokja laughs, patting his back. "Carry me?"
They wash up under warm steam.
Kim Dokja wakes up the next morning, feeling almost dead to the world. He’s clean, thanks to the shower last night where he had to scoop out copious amounts of semen out of his ass, and the bed sheets are fresh. He doesn’t remember Joonghyuk changing them, but it’s a welcomed thing.
“How are you feeling?” Yoo Joonghyuk asks from next to him, his voice taking on that delectable morning roughness.
“Sore,” Dokja admits, wincing as his hips and back protest with a slight movement. “It’s a good thing I’m not going to work today.”
Joonghyuk nods, running his fingers through Dokja’s hair delicately. “Hungry?”
“Definitely,” Dokja groans in answer, shuffling upwards with sluggish movements to lay his head on Joonghyuk’s bare chest. “Cook for me?”
“You know I always do,” Joonghyuk grunts, bemused. “You gotta get off me first, though.”
“Mmm, but you’re comfy.”
“Too bad.”
Joonghyuk stays still anyway.
Sitting on a cushioned kitchen island stool, back and waist littered with Salonpas patches, Dokja begins rambling, “You’re a monster, you know that? How the fuck do you always last so long? This is why we don’t do it as often, you know?”
He pokes at a hickey, sighing loudly in irritation as it thrums with a pleasant tenderness.
“Be quiet,” Joonghyuk huffs, ears tinted red. He turns the stove off and opens up a cupboard to grab some plates. “And I said sorry.”
“Hyuk-ah, you bastard, I can’t feel my legs!” Dokja cries out, folding his arms with a pout.
His lover, plating up their breakfast of omelette and rice, scoffs meanly. “Just rely on me today.”
Dokja squints, before shrugging.
“Damn sunfish punk. That’s the bare minimum,” Dokja mutters, but he doesn’t complain more. It fills Joonghyuk with a sense of smug pride, a sliver of possessiveness curling around his mind.
Yes. All Kim Dokja needs is him, Joonghyuk. No one else. Just him.
“Hurry up and eat with me!” Dokja orders, reaching over to tug at Joonghyuk’s arm.
And so he does.