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자기야❤️(< A/N: term of endearment similar to “honey” or “babe”)

Babe do you prefer banana or strawberry flavors usually?

The first text to come through on Gihun’s phone as he groggily woke up in the dimly lit, pink love motel was from Junho, who he set to “Jagiya” just six months ago. The box fan in the room was barely working to keep him cool in the summer heat, and the sheet on his body already felt like a sauna as he ripped it off of his body upon the realization that he was a sentient human being. Gihun pulled himself upright to answer the text, looking at the time stamp to see how long ago it had been sent to make sure Junho hadn’t been waiting on his reply too long during his nap. 

(A/N: translates to “my love” >) 내 사랑💕

I suppose strawberry. Why?

Gihun answered him honestly— curious as to why Junho would ask him his preference between two specific flavors at 8 P.M.— to which the three dots that appear when someone is typing were the only thing that filled the silence between him and his last thought. As Gihun waited for the dots to turn into text, he started to realize, he didn’t know where Junho was at all. He didn’t really expect him to be anywhere, but the last place he saw him was cuddled up to him on the mattress with his sturdy arms loosely wrapped around his body because it was so swelteringly hot. The July heat was truly the worst, and even more terrible for Gihun with overactive hormones. He could feel a wet layer of sweat on his skin so dense that when he wiped his forehead off with the back of his hand, it slid off too quickly with practically no friction. “Fuck, it’s really hot.” Gihun exasperatedly whispered, feeling the weight of the heat on his entire body as he sat up on the edge of the bed.

When he felt his feet touch the floor, something didn’t feel right. A slight twinge of a cramp caused him to jolt forward as his hands clasped over the meat of his hip. He doubled over in pain, groaning in a bitter reaction as he came to a sudden realization while staring at the floor beneath him.

Oh fuck…no not now…

Gihun bolted upward, standing up straight and checking the spot he sat down on. Upon seeing that it was the same color he left it as before, with not a single blood spot, all of the tension that had built in his shoulders from suspense had fallen off of him. “Fuck, thank god.” Gihun whispered, leaning on his knees and breathing a sigh of relief. After catching his breath a couple paces, he decided he would double check just to be sure. The bathroom next to the bed was just a few paces away, and he brought his phone with him, just in case he would need to ask Junho to bring back pads. Plus, he really needed to know why Junho was taking time to write him a novel long text.

After finding himself menstrual free, Gihun truly relaxed for the first time since waking up. However, he did remain skeptical. In the thirty five years that he’s had a period, he knew to remain skeptical each time he knew he was ovulating. He hoped by some stretch of the imagination that Junho was bringing back condoms, and if not, that they could snag some from somewhere for free. Instantly, he heard his mental grievances, Junho had finally finished his text. 

자기야❤️

No reason. Just get ready, I’m coming up the stairs.

“No reason? Coming up the—“ Gihun stuttered out loud, startling like he had seen a ghost as he realized he still had his pants down as he was letting the light breeze of the fan hit the space between his legs. He quickly pulled up his boxers, pulling them over his hips until the fabric grazed the skin on his dick. 

“Ow- ah!” Gihun hissed in slight pain, his face squeezing in an expression of discomfort before relaxing into a rigid shape of tension as he felt a violent vibration surge through his hips. It felt like fire, electricity, whatever it was, it was something he didn’t want to be feeling from a graze by the fabric of his boxers. Gihun’s palm clasps around his pubic bone, desperately trying to counteract the intense feeling of burning pain and pleasure with pressure, while his other hand grips his phone to keep it from falling from his grasp. His priorities were clearly in place. 

A minute of whimpering on the floor later, Gihun can hear the sound of keys jingling at the door of the room— his doomed fate sealed when the click of the doorknob sounds as Junho enters the motel room— plastic bags rustling in his hands when he sets them down on the table next to the door along with the motel key, shutting the door behind him. “I’m home!” Junho chirped jokingly, Gihun unsure of how to respond. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, all he could do was curl up in a ball on the bathroom floor in embarrassment as he tried to get over this wave of shock in his groin. 

“Gihun?” Junho asked the empty air of the room, looking at the empty bed sheets and seeing that it was missing Gihun’s presence. He turned the corner quickly to see Gihun on the floor, curled up and face down, barely looking up at him through his eyebrows. Junho leaned against the door frame, cocking his head to the side in confusion as he crossed his arms. “Is it colder on the floor down there?” Junho asked. 

Gihun’s eyes slowly turned to the tile beneath him, and suddenly he realized how cool the tile had been keeping him, even if the pain of unwanted arousal had been keeping him busy. “Yeah, it’s so much cooler down here.” Gihun muttered, his voice muffled as he pressed his cheek against the tile. He tried to pretend that that was the reason he was down there for the sake of his dignity. He didn’t realize that the real reason would have been much more dignified, anyway. 

”Well, I hate to be that guy, but I’m sure the floor is nasty and they barely clean it. Get up.” Junho stated sympathetically, before kneeling down in front of Gihun and holding out his arms to him. Gihun groaned and peeled himself off of the floor, reaching for Junho to let him help him stand up. Once Gihun got to his feet, he stretched out his joints and breathed a sigh of exhaustion. “Good boy.” Junho praised him, as he put his hand on the back of Gihun’s head and brought Gihun’s head to his lips and kissed his forehead. 

“I am twenty years older than you, boy.” Gihun responded spitefully, Junho nodding along with his spite as he gave him a loving smile. “You never let me forget it either. Should I run you a shower, hyung? Or do you prefer ahjussi?” Junho asked, provoking an annoyed eyeroll from Gihun as Gihun’s hand slipped around Junho’s waist and under his waistband, grabbing a handful of Junho’s asscheek. “You can call me whatever you want as long as you run me a cold shower, how about that, Junho-yah?” Gihun asked with a sultry lilt, his eyelids fluttering as his lips inched towards Junho’s.

Junho found the offer tempting but declined it fast. “You can kiss me when you’ve showered. I love you, not the motel germs.” Junho said with a grin, his nose pressed against Gihun’s hairline to subtly sniff him. “I have some stuff waiting for you out on the table too. Strawberry, your favorite.” Junho informed Gihun before planting a soft kiss on his forehead and patting him on his back, then slowly letting his hands leave Gihun’s sweaty and hot body to turn on his heels and leave the bathroom. Gihun snapped out of his hot but blissful trance once he realized what Junho had said— or rather, the lack of what he said— and called out to him, “What is it?” 

Peeking his head out of the doorway of the bathroom, Gihun was met with a soft blow to the face by a bundle of clothing that Junho attempted to throw at him without warning. Gihun caught everything in his arms and noticed immediately that everything in his hands had tags on them. They were from stores that Gihun didn’t recognize, but the prices made him feel like he should. 70,000₩ for a t-shirt? Where did you get the money for this, Junho? 

He expected prices for souvenir t-shirts to be high, but he didn’t expect Junho to buy him one anyway. Regardless, he smiled as he rolled the t-shirt out in front of him and read the cutesy logo on it that commemorated their location. Junho knew Gihun always wanted at least one souvenir from each trip they went on, but Gihun never required it to be anything from a store. He was always content with a pretty rock he found, or even a flower that we would later press onto a paper in his photo album, but this was the first time in a long while that he had something bought for him. Without asking at all. Junho was always so full of surprises, but this was one that touched Gihun’s heart so heavily and warmly.

When he showered, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was a simple gesture— too simple— and it was only truly pocket change compared to how much they saved for this trip, but to Gihun it felt like the warmest hug after a long, cold storm. Like being kissed by the sunlight after living in a dark cave for years. Because Junho knew what he wanted, and he didn’t even have to ask. 

Once he was washed, he felt new. Clean and pretty, and his body temperature cooled down a lot more. He got dressed in the t-shirt and shorts that Junho gave him, and looked at himself in the mirror to see the shirt on his person. It was no wedding suit or date outfit, but it was absolutely special to him— and it was pink, his favorite color. 

Deciding he was done gushing over the new shirt, Gihun stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with one of the small motel towels he grabbed on the way out. Not looking at where he was going and with the towel over his hair and face, he spoke to Junho as if he knew exactly where he was. “Thank you for the shirt jagiya, I really love the pi-“ Gihun began to say, intending to dote on him for the shirt before his words were cut off by the sight of Junho laid out on the neatly made double bed. Junho had already stripped his outside clothes off and now presented himself in underwear that were stretched around the hems due to his thighs, and absolutely nothing else. 

Leaning on his hand, Junho looked up at Gihun from the bed and could tell he was transfixed. He pushed the small array of snacks he had set out in front of him forward that Gihun had apparently ignored, and said softly, “Do you want some? I got your favorites.” Gihun glanced at the bag of chips, the box of cookies, and the packets of candy that Junho got for him. He did see that they were some of his favorites, but his brow immediately furrowed in skepticism. None of them had anything to do with strawberry flavors. 

“Are we watching something?” Gihun asked, deciding to trust Junho entirely. Junho sat up and Gihun’s glances at Junho’s dick started becoming more focused on his shoulders now. “I suppose we can, if you want. What did you want to watch?” Junho asked. Gihun opened his mouth to answer, but truthfully, he didn’t have an answer. He was too curious about the strawberry flavor question earlier that he couldn’t think of any movie he was interested in, ever. “Uhm…” Gihun mumbled, looking nervous as if he were put under the spotlight. 

“I just brought these because I thought you’d want them, really.” Junho mentioned, after watching Gihun struggle to think of an answer for a moment. Gihun caught another glance of Junho’s bulge from his standing position just a foot away from the edge of the bed and noticed that it was slightly harder than before, and he could feel the same sensation he felt before when he grazed his cock— except much milder and easier to maintain this time. Gihun chewed on the inside of his bottom lip, wondering how he wanted to go about this. 

He wanted to know what the strawberry was about, but the ache in his boxers wanted to know what Junho’s warmth felt like. Such a conflict of interest, really. Gihun could feel himself getting slightly woozy, but luckily, the wall next to the bathroom door was not far behind him as he stumbled backwards slightly and pressed his palm against it to regain balance. Junho caught on immediately and grinned as he watched Gihun try to pretend he wasn’t getting overtly excited. 

Junho stifled a giggle until it came out as an amused breath, before sliding over to Gihun’s space, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed that was directly in front of Gihun’s knees. He then held out his arms to Gihun, who hesitated in shyness before leaning his legs against Junho’s body— letting him rest his chin on his stomach. Junho looked up at him with a confident smile as his hands slowly slid from the back of Gihun’s knees, to his thighs, all the way to his ass, grabbing everything there firmly. “You’re not hungry, are you?” Junho asked, knowing the answer. Gihun shook his head slightly, his hands coming up to the sides of Junho’s face as they played with his hair and rubbed his face. 

“Okay.” Junho whispered softly and acceptingly, closing his eyes as he leaned into Gihun’s touch. His hand left Gihun’s ass to move the food over to the wooden chest sitting at the foot of the bed, so that the bed was clear of objects. Gihun looked over his shoulder, curious as to why he was moving them so quickly. “Hey!” Gihun said in protest. “What? You said you weren’t hungry.” Junho explained, matter of factly. “I know that, but what are you doing? Why are you throwing them over there?” Gihun asked, glancing back and forth between Junho and his hands. 

Junho raised his eyebrow at Gihun in confusion. “Do you want them?” 

Gihun paused for a moment to stare at the snacks, a crease in his eyebrow making his eyes angle into an expression of worry. Junho looked even more confused, watching with bated breath as he waited patiently for Gihun to answer him. Gihun instead huffed a breath and whined. “You have no idea, do you?” Junho deducted, Gihun staring down at him with the crease in his eyebrows getting tighter. He looked like he was on the verge of tears despite none forming in his eyes. He just looked very sad. 

Junho could feel Gihun’s hips grinding slightly on his shoulders, but he could tell Gihun was doing it subconsciously, yet needily. All the groping and touching probably wasn’t doing any favors for him in terms of keeping it together if he was already horny. Junho started to realize how unfair he had been already, despite his good intentions. Even if he hadn’t necessarily committed the greatest relationship crime known to man, he still wasn’t being very nice to the needy older man. With sympathy in his eyes and softness in his smile, Junho asked, “Did you want to kiss me instead?”

Like a whistle, Gihun heard the word “kiss” and was brought to attention. He only took a second to look at Junho before dropping down and lunging forward to clasp his lips over Junho’s, and find Junho’s tongue with his own. Gravity found Junho on his back on the bed, and Gihun on top of him, straddling his waist and cupping his face. Junho held Gihun’s waist and squeezed his hips before slipping his hands up his shirt to smooth his palms over the ridges of Gihun’s spine and shoulder blades. Gihun could feel his body melting into Junho’s almost immediately as Junho’s hands smoothed over his back, and his hips slowly dropped downwards, knees sliding apart until his groin rested gently on Junho’s stiff, clothed erection. 

Gihun could feel the stiffness against his cock and could already feel himself getting wet. A rush of fluid from his cunt made him instinctively buck his hips forward, practically humping him. Gihun could feel his thighs getting wobbly which sent vibrations up his spine to his neck, making him bury his face in Junho’s neck and whine in his ear as his hips seemed to have a mind of their own— repeatedly moving and rolling on top of Junho for almost nothing. 

“Oh you’re so needy!” Junho whined with fake sympathy, after seeing that Gihun had pulled off of his lips to nuzzle against his neck instead. Junho lifted himself and Gihun up in one swift motion, then rolled Gihun over on his back. Gihun began to lift himself up, reaching for Junho’s shoulders to pull him back into the kiss. He wanted his lips again, wanted to feel his warmth and suddenly felt cold without it despite the summer heat. But Junho pinned him down by his wrists, and with a low voice he requested his patience as he lilted, “Wait right here.” 

Gihun huffed and pouted slightly, but settled and laid still while Junho stood up and let him go. While he stared at the ceiling, needy and quivering between his legs, Junho’s hands trailed softly down Gihun’s chest and thighs before leaving his body. Junho sauntered over to the plastic bags he brought in earlier, and all Gihun could hear after Junho connected his phone to the motel room’s sound system and played white noise, was the crinkle of the plastic as Junho rummaged through them to find something. 

While Gihun stared at the ceiling, he tried to get his mind off of the quivering between his legs. He felt a thousand zaps between his legs going off, he felt he had to think of something else to get his mind off of it. He wondered why he felt so cold despite being in the heat, how does that work? His hands flopped from his chest to the sheets at his sides as he fumbled for leverage, clutching a bit of the half cotton half polyester sheets between his fingers. Gihun then decided that he would finally ask about the flavor question, purely out of bravery from the immense amount of adrenaline building in his system from being so irrevocably horny. 

“My love, why did you ask me about my favorite flavors today? You didn’t even get me anything strawb-“ Gihun began to ask, until he felt a slight thump on his knee. His head shot up immediately to face the source of the thump, and Junho stood in front of him with a small rectangular box in his hand covered in red shapes with green accents. When Gihun pulled himself up to lean back on his elbows and look closer, he could see that the box was covered in strawberries. Gihun was even more confused, but not for very long once he read the words on the box. 

“Strawberry…oral play…YOU GOT LUBE?” Gihun yelled loudly in shock, the smile on Junho’s face dropping into one of panic as he frantically waved his hands around before realizing the words had already left Gihun’s mouth. His hands then dropped to his sides along with his shoulders as he huffed in frustration before his tone transformed into an enthused one. He wasn’t truly angry that Gihun had yelled, the white noise probably drowned him out anyway, but he loved being playful and dramatic with his older lover. “Say it a little louder, I don’t think Japan heard you!” Junho whispered back with spite, trying his hardest to hide a grin but failing miserably. 

“Sorry!” Gihun whispered, and once the shock on his face faded— noticing the undeniable grin on Junho’s face— he looked at the box in Junho’s hand again, his expression now turning to one of intrigue. “How are we using this?” Gihun asked, his eagerness getting ahead of him. Junho clicked his tongue and grinned as he answered, “Well, you’re going first.”

Gihun looked at him as he pulled himself up to sit upright, thinking that meant he was giving Junho head with it. “Okay! Pull them off then.” Gihun demanded excitedly, his hands reaching for the waistband of Junho’s briefs, but ruthlessly getting swatted away immediately. “Ah ah ah,” Junho interjected playfully, giving Gihun a reaffirming look of gentleness when he saw the expression of frustration to let him know that he didn’t mean it in a patronizing way, “No, that’s not what I meant.” Junho stated firmly, his hand reaching for Gihun’s chin and making him give him direct eye contact as he spoke to him. He wanted Gihun to give him his full attention when he gave him this next direction, and not his dick. Junho’s eyes were as low as his voice as he said,

“Take everything off, lay down, get comfortable. Do you understand?” 

Gihun nodded in Junho’s hand, melting in his touch before retracting only to follow his orders. He took off his shirt, shorts, and boxers quickly, handing them to Junho’s empty hands after he had set the box down on the mattress beside Gihun. Junho folded Gihun’s clothes neatly and set them on the chest at the end of the bed next to the snacks, while Gihun scooted back on his bottom and heels to get his entire body on the mattress. 

Junho peeled the packaging apart to pull the bottle out. Despite having read the box, Gihun still didn’t know what to assume “get comfortable” meant— so as he lay completely naked in front of Junho, he kept his knees up in front of him and propped himself up on his elbows to watch Junho for further instruction. He didn’t wait long, because despite Junho’s patience with Gihun so far, Junho’s patience with the box the lube came in was nonexistent as the shredded box was thrown on the floor and the bottle was now in his hand.

Junho’s knees dropped onto the mattress, and his hand lightly smacked down on the crevice between Gihun’s knees, forcing his vibrating thighs apart to reveal his flushed, swollen cunt, with his throbbing dick centered at the top of his folds, pleading for touch. Gihun grasped the sheets beneath him tightly as the air touched his dick, wincing slightly at the sensation. Before making another move, Junho stared at Gihun with a watchful look, scanning his face with intent for any discrepancies in his comfort. After finding that Gihun’s face was only round with pleasure and just simply tense from the build up, Junho continued his actions. He uncapped the lube and aimed the spout of the bottle over Gihun’s dick, hovering the bottle just a few inches over it before finally letting the contents spill on Gihun’s skin. 

A soft and breathy whine escaped Gihun’s lips, as the sensation of the lube on his dick felt so tingly and electrifying already. Slightly cold too, he supposed from being in the bottle. He had assumed from being in the summer heat that the liquid would be warmer and felt slightly disappointed when it wasn’t. But his disappointment quickly washed away when Junho surprised him with a lunge for his stomach, quickly but gently leaving soft kisses on his skin. Junho made every kiss feel like a hot stone, his lips soft but warm and leaving gentle “i love you”s in a trail down his body before his lips finally found Gihun’s pelvic bone, and he laid down on his stomach in front of him.

The heat from Junho’s breath on Gihun’s pubes made Gihun jerk his hands forward, but he stopped himself from moving them any further than halfway through the air in fear of accidentally grabbing Junho. He wanted to grab him, but he didn’t want him to stop. He didn’t want Junho to think grabbing him meant that he wanted him to stop. 

Junho’s jaw opened slowly, his breath getting thicker and layering over Gihun’s cunt, wrapping him in more warmth. His tongue met the surface of Gihun’s folds, his nose getting sticky from the lube as it rested on Gihun’s dick. Gihun’s head threw back the moment he could feel Junho’s tongue, not expecting to feel this excited already. Junho navigated Gihun’s folds with his tongue methodically, making it a point to taste as much of the lube as he could manage to lap up. The longer Junho used his tongue on Gihun, teasing and lathering the edges of Gihun’s cunt with spit and lube, the more Gihun twitched and bucked his hips in Junho’s mouth. Junho’s elbows grounded his weight, bearing himself down between Gihun’s legs while his hands found the meat between Gihun’s thighs and ass. 

His tongue slid inside of Gihun’s cunt, curling upwards to taste the sweetness of his fluids that rushed to his tongue, pouring on his tastebuds like a fountain as Gihun’s cunt lubricated itself. Gihun found his hips moving away from Junho’s tongue the more it slicked against his wall, his back arching against imaginary pins in his spine from the pleasure of hot breath on his dick and a warm, wet tongue inside him. Junho could feel his jaw separating from Gihun’s body almost immediately and remedied this problem immediately by hooking  his arms around Gihun’s thighs and pulling him towards his face, pressing the softness of Gihun’s thighs and cunt against Junho’s lower jaw. Junho locked himself in, his tongue now slithering and smoothing over the folds of Gihun’s cunt and swirling in perfect, meticulous circles on the bulb of Gihun’s cock. 

Gihun’s moans crescendoed from struggling, exerted breaths as he tried to maintain stability under Junho’s touch, to a complete pleasured cry of arousal as he now let his hips thrust in Junho’s mouth. Junho let Gihun try to hump his mouth, although Gihun couldn’t make much motion from being so shaky from his pleasure. Junho’s tongue kept sliding over Gihun’s cock, his mouth caressing it with slick spit and heated breath as he sucked on it and kissed it softly. 

Putting his hands over his face as if to cover his eyes from something horrific, Gihun presses his palms into his eyes and scrubs the skin on his face before sifting his fingers through his hairline, before slamming his hands back down on the mattress beside him. “Junho! Ah!” Gihun whispered in disbelief, his legs stiffening while he stammered to think of something else to say, before they vibrated around Junho’s neck. His heels dug into Junho’s back slightly, his hands quickly coming back up to his chest to cup his breasts and fondle with his nipples between his fingertips. 

Having a late response on purpose, Junho waited a moment before responding to Gihun with a lilted “Hmmm?”, his breath blowing on Gihun’s skin and his mouth vibrating around Gihun’s cock with an intensity that made Gihun throw his head back in a snap movement, nearly cracking his spine in the process. 

Gihun’s right hand reached for the crown of Junho’s head, his palm flattening down on Junho’s scalp while his fingers grasped the back of his skull as he pushed Junho’s head down on his cock. The noises coming from Gihun were all frantic and heavy, as he whimpered and moaned with a perpetually open jaw. His face was round in ecstasy, and his hands fumbled with both his breast and Junho’s hair. “Ah! Please! Junho!” Gihun begged, with nothing to plead for besides the privilege of Junho’s warmth and tongue. Junho provided, responding to him again with another lilted hum against his cock, repeating his same tone from before. 

The motions Junho’s tongue made on Gihun’s cock were methodical, like brush strokes on a canvas for pure eroticism. A stripe up, a swipe over, a swoop under, then a flat stroke against the bulb. He did this repeatedly and in different directions, intermittently switching the intensity of his speed, pressure, and direction depending on what made Gihun make the most sound and movement beneath him. If Gihun squirmed more when he licked up, he made sure to do the same motion many more times before moving on to something else with his tongue. 

Junho also made sure to watch Gihun’s expressions, or what little he could see of them from him having his head thrown back and his eyes staring dazedly at the ceiling. Any slight twitch or silence made him aware that he needed to change his methods, but he knew that Gihun knew to stop him if it ever got uncomfortable. However, everything Gihun showed him— from his pliant arched position to his rounded, aroused expressions— Junho could tell Gihun was far from uncomfortable and not ready to give up just yet. Which gave him an incredible idea, the cogs in his brain turning as his hand peeled one of Gihun’s thighs off the side of his face. 

Gihun stuttered as he looked down, panting while he looked confused for just a brief moment, until Junho reached towards his mouth with his index and middle finger, his fingertips budging Gihun’s bottom lip and asking for entrance while his mouth stayed fixated on Gihun’s cunt. Gihun let Junho’s hand into his mouth, slipping his hand out from under Junho’s wrist and instead wrapping around it to accommodate his force as he sucked on Junho’s fingers. He immediately understood what Junho was intending to do the moment he felt his fingertips reach his lip. 

Wetness slathered over Junho’s fingers as Gihun suckled on them, accidentally nipping his skin slightly due to being so eager and impatient with getting Junho’s fingers wet. Junho could feel his own cock twitching between his legs every time Gihun’s teeth grazed his skin, and as he touched Gihun’s writhing tongue he could feel himself getting harder despite laying on his erection. 

When he felt like his fingers were completely soaked, Junho tapped Gihun’s chin with his thumb to notify him to stop sucking, which he obeyed immediately. Junho slid his hand away from the confines of Gihun’s mouth and quickly returned his fingers to the space between Gihun’s legs before his spit dried, putting his fingertips on the two sides of Gihun’s cunt and gliding over the wet folds before he slowly eases his fingers inside of Gihun, his mouth still working on Gihun’s cock. 

“Oh!” Gihun gasps, a wave of pleasured shock washing over him as Junho inserted his fingers and curled them slightly upwards, his fingertips now padding Gihun’s g-spot. Junho’s lips started to swell now, the flush of pink resembling Gihun’s pretty cock, but the sting of slick and irritation did not falter his determination to taste Gihun’s cum pooling in his mouth when Gihun ultimately would violently convulse in Junho’s mouth, melting into an orgasm. 

He kept that image on his mind as he stared at Gihun through his brow bone, focused on his expressions and his reactions to every movement his tongue and— now, fingers— made. He made sure that wherever his tongue went, his fingers followed, either stroking towards each other or apart from each other but never in any formation that wasn’t linear. The methods Junho had were systematic, each action had its purpose, and that purpose was to get Gihun to cum in his mouth. 

Junho slid in and out very slowly, imitating the motions he would emulate if he were fucking him with his cock instead, making sure to feel every angle and inch of Gihun’s walls so that Gihun wouldn’t forget what it felt like. They say you should take your time to study when you’re practicing for a test, except Gihun was preparing for a lesson he didn’t know he would be taking. However, Gihun’s a star student in Junho’s eyes. Junho had every intention to fuck him, wrap his body around him like vines clinging to a wall, and feel the inside of Gihun’s cunt with his own cock. But he knew that if he didn’t make him cum first, Gihun would be so needy and impatient that he wouldn’t get the time to fuck him like he wanted to before Gihun would get selfish and think he could service Junho with pussy and be done. Gihun loved doing that, loved being bratty with Junho for the sake of being bratty. Junho didn’t mind it though, because he loved putting him in his place, just like this. 

As if having his prayers answered by God himself, Gihun’s body started to give out under Junho as his breathing started getting heavier. He whined, and Junho felt his chest start to drop as he anticipated what Gihun was going to do before he even did it. Gihun’s hand on Junho’s hair thwipped back to the sheets under him, both of his hands grasping the fabric as he stuttered, “Junho, I’m- I’m- fuck, I’m coming!” 

Junho’s eyes lit up with pure, subtle excitement as his eyebrows raised while his tongue worked harder to pump Gihun’s cock, fervently searching for the taste of his cum while his fingers rubbed against his g-spot in circles. Just as Junho predicted in his mind, Gihun began to vibrate, jerking his hips against Junho’s jaw as both of his hands layered over the crown of Junho’s head to keep him there. Junho definitely was not going anywhere now— not when he’s gotten this far— but he still felt pure bliss in the appreciation of being suffocated by Gihun’s thighs mashed around his head. The white noise that surrounded Junho before was now flooded by the sound of the blood rushing in Gihun’s thighs while Gihun rolled his hips forward on Junho’s tongue, over and over and over until Gihun’s pleasure built brick by metaphorical brick with each stripe. 

Finally, it happened. Gihun stopped wriggling suddenly, frigid in place with his thighs still locked in place and his hands still grasped in Junho’s hair. Junho waited patiently still, both of his hands now squeezing Gihun’s thighs around his face. He needed to taste it. He wanted to taste his hard work, and the reward of his strategy. He was practically begging for it, but consciously, he knew good things came to those who waited. 

He also knew that Gihun would come to him, because he waited. He was so patient. So loving and tender with his cunt, so gentle with his sensitive cock, licking and teasing the nerves and pumping him for his cum until it would fall in his mouth. And it did, as Gihun’s cum splashed in sporadic spurts, until it flowed continuously in the cavern of Junho’s mouth. Junho lapped up every drop, relished in the pride of getting him to this point. Junho didn’t stop giving Gihun’s cock soft and gentle kitten licks with his lips still cupped over the bulb until Gihun stopped jerking, his waist bottoming out and the arch in his back flattening out on the mattress. 

Gihun let out a long, exasperated exhale. He had truly come, and he came hard. He didn’t realize he had been holding his breath the entire time until he got it back, panting and heaving with his hands laying gracefully on his stomach. Junho lifted his head off of Gihun’s cunt once he felt Gihun’s legs collapse to his sides, using the back of his hand to wipe the dribble of Gihun’s cum and his own spit off of his mouth and chin. 

Both men had flushed faces and relaxed breathing, Junho’s lips still swollen from the friction from before. Gihun stared at the ceiling, slowly learning how to uncross his eyes again as he regulated his breathing from the elevated experience. Junho stared at him, his chest rising and falling as his chin was tucked in while he took a break to catch his breath and rest. As much as he would let Gihun cut off his airways by sitting on his face if he wanted, Junho did appreciate the ability to breathe. 

After a moment of tender silence, Gihun pulled himself up on his elbows to look at Junho, his legs still laying out in front of him and the air of the room hitting his spent cock as he looked at Junho with half lidded eyes. Junho lit up as he watched his expression, seeing that his eyes said something along the lines of exhausted, but the smirk on his face said something completely contradictory. He felt like an evil genius when he saw Gihun’s eyes open wider, and his gaze lower towards Junho’s thigh. 

“Is it your turn now?” Gihun asked, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. Junho scoffed with laughter at how resilient Gihun was, already gearing to go for another round after already coming in his mouth seconds prior. Just as he had expected him to. “Yes, it is.” Junho confirmed, before grabbing the bottle of lube from between the pillows at the head of the bed— where he discovered he had abandoned it before— and crawling off of the bed to stand on the floor again. 

“Do I have to use the lube?” Gihun asked, genuinely. Junho shrugged as he pulled down his underwear, his stiff erection springing out from behind the waistband and making Gihun’s heart jump in his chest. Even after having sex with Junho so many times, he would never get over the appearance of Junho’s dick every time he unveiled it. “No, I suppose not, but I thought maybe you were curious as to how it tasted. Do you want to try it?” Junho asked, holding the bottle out in front of his dick as if to present him the choice. 

Pondering it for a moment, Gihun decided, “You know what? Sure. Let’s try it.” 

Junho smiled with a malicious intent hidden beneath it, his eyes lowering towards Gihun’s expectant face that looked up at him with softness. Gihun looked adorable when he had no idea what was coming to him. Gihun expected Junho to pour the lube on himself and let Gihun lick it off, judging by how he presented it. Junho did that on purpose, and let him think that for a moment while he poured the lube in his hand— wrapping his hand around his shaft and making slick, slippery strokes up his length towards the slit, back down to the base. 

Just as Junho would have expected, Gihun had his tongue out slightly, his head bowed forward towards the head of Junho’s cock as he was prepared to taste the lube. Junho stopped him with his palm against his forehead. “Wait…” Junho advised him, his tone getting serious as he used the hair on Gihun’s hairline to direct his face to look at him. “Hold out your tongue.” Junho then commanded him, which he followed immediately, vexation in the slant of his eyebrows as he reluctantly did so. Gihun was very unsure of Junho’s motive at this point now, unsure of why he couldn’t just taste him. He didn’t even care about the lube anymore, he needed Junho in his mouth. 

The dime sized amount of lube poured on Junho’s shaft and Gihun watched with bated breath while Junho’s hand found the underside of Gihun’s chin. Before Gihun could assess anything else, Junho rocked his hips forward slightly and his tip touched Gihun’s tongue, the zing of the strawberry taste hitting Gihun’s tastebuds immediately. Gihun wasn’t sure of what to feel about the taste, but he had no time to think about it as his mouth was suddenly full of Junho’s cock after an intrusion from Junho’s length, as he slid his length forward in Gihun’s mouth. 

Gihun caressed the glans of Junho’s cock with his tongue, wetting it thoroughly with the spit gathered in the back of his throat. Junho’s palm was on Gihun’s hairline, but he didn’t have to guide Gihun much. In fact, not at all. Gihun’s tongue and lips moved diligently on Junho’s length, leaving a stripe of drool down his shaft each time he bobbed his head back and forth on it. Gihun’s eyes looked up at Junho while he did it, eager for his approval as he smiled into the blowjob. His breath warmed Junho’s cock along with the sensation of how wet Gihun’s throat was, and the lube only made the sensation of slippery and slick much more feather-light on his dick when Gihun stroked it with his tongue. 

Gihun’s hand came up to the base of Junho’s cock, Gihun holding his palm on the space there when he inched Junho’s length deeper in his throat. He made sure to be slow, to take Junho in manageable inches so that he didn’t find himself gagging too horribly. However, Gihun did indulge in using the loudness of the white noise to his advantage each time he went down Junho's shaft—and made guttural humming sounds with each deep penetration of his throat, gargling sounds protruding from the back of said throat as Gihun skillfully made more spit each time his forehead hovered just an inch from Junho’s stomach.

”Oh fuck!” Junho gasped, feeling the warmth of Gihun’s mouth on his cock start to wrap around his pelvic muscles. His hips twitched where he stood, fire burning in them as he tried to gain stability in the single handed grip he had on Gihun’s hair. “Gihun…” Junho whispered, his tone as he said Gihun’s name resembling something of amazement. If Junho hadn’t closed his eyes, he could’ve seen the stars in Gihun’s eyes as he watched Junho liquify under him. Junho threw his head back, his hand still plastered in Gihun’s hair to keep him tethered to his cock. Just like Junho before, Gihun didn’t intend on going anywhere. 

Gihun’s hand on Junho’s cock migrated to his balls, and softly, he cupped them over in his palm, giving them the sensation of warmth and softness that he knew Junho would enjoy. A string of almost euphonious moans escaped Junho’s lips, one bursting forward from his throat after the other. With half lidded but open eyes, he looked down at Gihun, who stared back at him with unadulterated adoration as his mouth was just completely full of him. 

More gagging and gargling sounds followed by a puff of breath from Gihun as his mouth released Junho’s dick intermittently all drowned in the sound of the white noise, only audible to them. Gihun could feel the vibration of every moan Junho made when he pushed his length further down his throat, and kept his palm on Junho’s stomach. Junho could hear every single determined gagging noise as Gihun suppressed his reflex to accommodate Junho’s length. 

Feeling himself halfway built towards pleasure, Junho willed himself to stop. He didn’t want Gihun to try blowing him to completion, not tonight. But like a bandaid, he felt he had to rip it off instead of talking about it. So he did, gently pulling Gihun’s head off of him by his hairline. After noticing Gihun clung to his tip with suction by his lips, unaware that Junho was pulling him, Junho stammered, “Gihun, please- please, stop.” 

Gihun immediately lurched backwards, now worried that he had done something wrong. Junho wasn’t usually someone to reject his pleasure so abruptly. Gihun was usually able to get him to finish before Junho needed any breaks, so Gihun was naturally confused. Not frustrated or upset, more concerned than anything. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” Gihun asked, his hands retreating to his sides as Junho let go of his head. Junho tensed up— looking strained as if he were trying to resist some imaginary pain— when in reality, he was willing his orgasm away. Regardless, this was a rare occasion where Junho told him the truth straight away. 

”No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m okay. I just don’t want this to be over too quickly.” Junho admitted, once the urge to come had washed away from his body. “I want you to lay on your stomach.” Junho told Gihun quickly, before his mind could allow him to think of anything else. Gihun enjoyed the authority in his statement and obliged with a bitten lip and smile as he turned around and crawled back to the middle of the mattress where his now dried sweat imprint was before, lowering himself down on his stomach. 

“Do you want a pillow?” Junho asked, his hand reaching for the one at the head of the bed already. He dropped the bottle of lube between the pillows again, deciding that that was its designated space for the time being. Gihun responded with a polite, “Yes, please.” and reached behind him for Junho’s hand. 

“Excellent manners, pretty boy.” Junho complimented him with a slight lilt, handing him the pillow to put under his chin. Gihun’s face turned redder and warmer at the praise and compliment in the same sentence, and he buried this red hot feeling in the cotton fabric of the pillow case, showing Junho the curvatures of his back in a much more defined way while he got on his knees on the bed to mount himself on the back of Gihun’s legs. 

Junho’s cock rested between the soft skin of Gihun’s thighs and Gihun could feel his knees start to give out already, the heat of Junho’s groin near Gihun’s becoming overwhelming in the most satisfying way possible. Junho grazes his dick along the crevice between Gihun’s thighs, and Gihun feels drunk on Junho’s warmth already, swallowing the strawberry and Junho flavored spit in his mouth as he relaxed his hips to prepare himself to feel Junho’s warmth inside him. His mindset was already there, as if basking in the sunlight on a beach, while his face was buried in the pillow under Junho. Junho leaned forward— his hands down on the mattress on either side of Gihun’s shoulders— making Gihun think so confidently that this was the exact moment he was going to feel Junho…

…until Junho reached over Gihun, and towards the nightstand just over Gihun’s head. Once Gihun noticed this, his eyes rolled in the back of his head out of annoyance, as his head and neck slumped into the pillow. Accidentally, he whined, intending to keep his grievances silent. Luckily, Junho saw the humor. He knew better than to take Gihun seriously when he was horny and desperate.

“Aww, are we sad we don’t get to risk getting pregnant?” Junho asked in a mocking manner, giggling as he grabbed a wrapped condom that he was reaching for and put it in front of Gihun’s face for him to see that he was grabbing it. Gihun huffed, scrubbing his face with his hands out of frustration as he melodramatically replied, “Getting pregnant would be easier than going through the torture you put me through.” 

Junho laughed only slightly louder than normal volume at the comment, bending down and craning his neck towards Gihun’s ear as he said, “Think about how long it took to deliver Gayeong and answer that question for me again, my love.” 

Unable to compete with Junho’s logic, but still slightly annoyed that Junho was correct, Gihun sighed as he said with a disappointed tone, “Put the condom on.” 

Junho smiled knowingly as he peeled off of Gihun’s back to say with mock sympathy, “I promise I’ll be quick.” He then lubed himself with more spit, stroking himself a little more before rolling the condom over his tip and on his member. His hand switched over to Gihun’s cunt, two fingers finding his cock again to swipe up the slit of it and feel for wetness. Gihun moaned into the pillow as he did so, clutching the softness of the pillow as his shoulders rolled forward. Junho made sure to tease Gihun’s entrance with a slight swoop of his fingers, finding joy in the shivers Gihun got down his spine at the sensation. Especially when Gihun’s ass started to shake a little— childishly, Junho would admit— like purin pudding. The smallest things in life made him feel whole. 

Now that his fingertips glistened with Gihun’s wetness, Junho tasted it on the tip of his tongue before spitting in his hand, using the fluids to lather the dry condom on his dick with a wetter substance. A handful of deliberate, generous strokes on his shaft got him nice and wet, and his hand switched back to Gihun’s cunt. 

Two fingers spread the folds apart, his index and ring finger making the lips separate for his middle to enter. He traced the inside of Gihun’s walls, making a circle around the cavernous space before steadily sliding his digit back out, putting his hand on Gihun’s asscheek and squeezing the fat to occupy his hand with something. 

“Okay, ready?” Junho asked, spitting on his left hand again and jerking his dick for a little bit of good measure. Gihun nodded before turning his head back to look at Junho, his eyes low and his jaw slack from the hazy feeling of arousal. Junho adored that look on him—and smiled affectionately at him as he saw it— but wasted no time doting on him before dipping his cock towards Gihun’s ass, his tip slipping and smoothing between the warm and soft crevice of Gihun’s dick and the folds of his cunt. 

“Mmmm!” Gihun squeaked, plunging his face into the pillow below him as Junho directed his dick in a few swipes along the slit. Gihun grew slightly and unpleasantly impatient, squirming under Junho in a desperate attempt to feel his warmth. Ignoring Gihun’s impatient wiggle, Junho let his tip enter Gihun’s cunt but stayed still, holding his shaft down to angle it correctly. Gihun’s mind ran rampant with frustration as the expression on his face that he buried in the pillow remained vexed. 

Wasting no more time after hearing a frustrated groan that Junho could tell Gihun tried to replace with a moan of pleasure, Junho slowly rolled his hips forward, his shaft falling inch by deliberate inch inside of Gihun. “Oh!” Gihun squealed, as his body felt like it was stretching trying to accommodate Junho’s size. He muffled his sounds in the pillow, trying his hardest to keep his hips and cunt relaxed until he could feel Junho hit his cervix. Junho drew out his moan in a long exhale, the feeling of putting the tip in feeling heavenly enough to make his eyes roll in the back of his head briefly. The moment Gihun could hear this— like a signal— he tightened his muscles around Junho’s dick for a brief minute before releasing them, then repeated this process to fully stimulate him.  

The walls hugged Junho’s shaft tightly, soaking him in warm and wet that felt like an undisturbed swimming pool in the summer. He placed his hands down on either side of Gihun, his hands grasping the sheets beneath Gihun as he used his hips to slide in and out of him. Junho hovered over Gihun’s back, and Gihun could feel Junho’s breath on the back of his neck, causing him to shiver and moan into the pillow a little more. 

“Fuck, Gihun.” Junho whispered in enthusiastic appraisal, letting his breath hit the back of Gihun’s ear as he said it. “Please…” Gihun pleaded in a muffled whisper, asking for nothing except for what Junho was already giving him. Junho’s hips rolled into Gihun more, his cock filling Gihun’s cunt completely each time he thrusted himself forward. Junho heard Gihun’s plea— even if he did try to bury it in the pillow— and seeing that he was a sputtering mess already, Junho decided to play with it. 

“Please what?” Junho asked, his voice soft against the lobe of Gihun’s ear. Gihun’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the wave of pleasure rising his body temperature rendered him speechless. Heat thickened between their bodies, sweat lacquering their skin and making Gihun feel too condensed to speak. “Fuck me, please, God, fuck-“ Gihun begged, sounding frantic, as if he were already on the brink of desperation. Junho found it entertaining that it was this easy to get him to break, it was a game to him to see what he could get Gihun to do while thrusting in and out of him. As his hips rocked Gihun’s body back and forth on the mattress, Junho hooked his forearm under Gihun’s chin and splayed his hand over Gihun’s cheek, continuing to quicken his pace as he turned Gihun’s head to the side. 

He could just tell him “I’m already fucking you” or “I’m working on it” but what would be the fun in that? Junho left small grunts in Gihun’s ear as he thought of what to say, before finally asking him, “Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” 

It was rhetoric. Junho was too far in Gihun’s cunt to stop now, and Gihun was enjoying it too much to object. But the mocking tone, the snide whine as Junho imitated Gihun’s cries, it riled Gihun up in an extraordinary way. Giving Gihun the expectation to answer a question while being fucked into the mattress was unfair to him, and left him stumbling over his own first language. Gihun regretted becoming verbally desperate under Junho, mainly because in hindsight, he should’ve known Junho would challenge it. 

“Use your words.” Junho demanded, Gihun thinking he was joking at first. That he was just trying to be hot, and even though he was succeeding, Gihun realized he was serious when Junho abruptly stopped the motion of rocking his hips. Gihun’s walls clenched around Junho’s dick, making him wince as he strained to keep himself from entertaining his body with the idea of coming. “Tell me.” Junho demanded again, staying frozen while Gihun squirmed beneath him. 

Gihun’s hips bucked backwards, trying to find motion on Junho’s cock again, but Junho kept Gihun’s legs locked in place with his thighs. Gihun couldn’t move his hips— and upon figuring this out, the words he had been wanting to say finally found their way to his lips— avalanching into the air around them when Gihun threw up his chin and squeezed his eyes shut to yell slightly above a whisper, “Fuck me Junho, please, I need it, I need you, please!” 

Junho chuckled as he heard these words, hearing Gihun pray to him like he was holding a miracle in his dick did egregious things to his ego. “Okay, since you asked so nicely.” Junho responded, splaying out his thighs and letting his body collide with Gihun’s, his stomach now pressed against Gihun’s back while his dick plunged in Gihun’s cunt. Gihun screamed into the pillow— being very mindful of his volume, but finding it more difficult to breathe when Junho hooked his arms under Gihun’s chest and fucked Gihun deeper and faster. 

Using his hips to now grind into Gihun, Junho hit his walls much harder, grunts layered in his breath as he tried to keep up with the position he assumed. Gihun’s arms cradled his head now, as he couldn’t find a grip on the pillow anymore, but his face was still buried in it. Junho still found a way to vocalize his exertion in Gihun’s ear, feeling Gihun’s walls tense up each time he grunted a little louder or growled. Junho made sure that as he put noises next to Gihun’s ear that he nipped and nibbled at the skin of Gihun’s ear lobe with the edges of his teeth, until he laid his cheek against Gihun’s hair and ducked his face in Gihun’s neck, biting down on the skin there even harder. 

“You’re gonna make me cum doing that!” Gihun shouted above a stammered whisper, moaning softly in the air after he lifted his face back off the pillow. Junho giggled into his neck while he bit down and sucked on the skin, bringing his face back up next to Gihun’s to say, “Isn’t that the point?” in a grunted whisper. 

There were supposed to be marks on Gihun’s neck, but Junho couldn’t see them from where he was. He didn’t like this at all, and to fix this problem, he changed the position quickly. Junho gently but speedily pulled out of Gihun, not needing to take too much care as Gihun was already soaking wet. In fact, when Junho pulled out, he could see a trail of clear slick dripping off of the nub of the condom. 

Despite the room being warm, Gihun already felt cold from the lack of Junho’s warmth inside him— and he looked back at Junho to question the absence of the fullness he felt before— but before he could take a second to ask, Junho cut off his thoughts with a skillful maneuver. Junho rolled Gihun over on his back, and swiftly planted his knees in front of Gihun’s now raised legs, holding them up by having a firm grasp on the underside of Gihun’s thighs.

“What are you-“ Gihun asked, his smile fading into a slightly open frown of confusion. “Hand me that pillow.” Junho commanded him, pointing to the other pillow still sitting at the corner of the bed. Gihun reached for it and brought it to Junho with one hand, and adjusted his own under his head to support his neck. As he did this, Junho could see the marks he left on Gihun a lot more clearly, especially now that Gihun angled his neck to let the lamp light on the night stand hit his glistening skin just right. 

Junho stuffed the second pillow under Gihun’s hips, being quick and sloppy about it but still trying to make sure Gihun had support under his hips and back. He was going to need it for the next position Junho had planned. Gihun fixed the pillow under him to fully support himself, hypothesizing that Junho had good intentions for it and taking his attempt at supporting his back seriously. 

The weight of Gihun’s body that Junho held in his hands quickly shifted from his thighs to the small of his back, as his arms now held Gihun’s waist up into his lap. Gihun felt as if he were being ragdolled slightly from the jolting movements, and from the tilted incline he was in— with his legs draped over Junho’s elbows and his hips in the air— he concluded that he no longer had control over this situation, and it was rather enjoyable. 

A soft pat slaps against the skin on Gihun’s back. “Arch.” is the soft command that Junho gives him, to which he follows immediately, curving his spine upwards as far and comfortably as he could. “Good.” Junho praises him in a drawn out airy whisper, resetting his own knees to make sure they were steady enough beneath him so that he could accommodate Gihun’s body for this position. Gihun’s hips fell in Junho’s lap perfectly— his cunt practically sitting right in front of his cock, waiting for him to fill it again. 

He could see Gihun’s cock twitching repeatedly too, as his muscles tensed even as they rested in his lap. Junho gathered more spit in his mouth and let it fall aimlessly on his dick, rubbing it in briefly before swinging his shaft against Gihun’s cunt to tap his length against his already throbbing and flushed cock. Gihun looked up at him with spite, but his expression faded quickly into satisfaction as his mouth rounded in an o shape when Junho dived himself back into Gihun’s cunt, no audible sound coming from Gihun at all. However, Gihun’s squeezed eyes and strained eyebrows were angled at the right degree that showed he was immersed in the ecstasy of this position.

The angle that this position hit in the inside of Gihun’s walls was very worth the panicked preparation. Gihun frantically pawed for both the edges of the pillow beneath his back and the one behind his head, unsure of which one to hold on to indefinitely while Junho slid into him, positioning Gihun’s thighs to drape his legs over his shoulders. There was more strain in Gihun’s thighs now, and Gihun knew he’d pay for this in soreness later, but he also knew Junho loved him and would help him with it in aftercare. 

No audible moans or sounds came out of Gihun’s mouth for a good moment, but as Junho’s movements inside of him got faster and more intense, rolling his hips deeper and harder while he hugged Gihun’s legs close to him, Gihun’s eyes shot open, and he stared at Junho with an intensity that encouraged Junho to get him to make a noise. Gihun had everything on his face that Junho wanted— slanted eyebrows, the crease between them, his mouth open and lips trembling as they leaked slight drool at the corners. With each thrust Junho made in Gihun’s body, Gihun fell back into the pillows, but his head was craned forward to present Junho with a beautiful, erotic expression that Junho exerted himself to see. 

“Breathe!” Junho chuckled encouragingly, jesting and not expecting anything from it as he smiled at Gihun, who seemed to be straining to express a sound. 

However— like a stroke of luck, as if Junho blew on the dice before he rolled them— Gihun responded instinctively with a guttural moan, a cadence that raised in volume from a cry of pleasure to desperate heaving and panting. Junho could feel fire boring in his hips as he fell forward in Gihun, animalistically throwing his thighs to the sides and resting them on his hips as he laid his chest on Gihun’s stomach. Junho’s expression was no longer smiley or joking, it was now determined and encouraged as he pressed his face against his sternum, his tongue slathering over the surface of Gihun’s skin to taste the sweat.  

Gihun’s hands reached for the nape of Junho’s neck— but only one stayed layered over, as his other hand fell to his side— slipping under the space between the bottom of his right thigh and the top of Junho’s left. Gihun used the strength in his fingers, or what little there was from the limits the pressure on his palm put on it, to claw into Junho’s thigh while the hand on Junho’s neck squeezed the muscle. Gihun kept himself stable by his spine and neck, and his breathing was heavier because of this compromising angle, strained pants and breaths followed by grunts echoing into the air and vibrating through his body. 

Junho felt every wave through Gihun under him as he fucked him, and he bit down on every fleshy part of Gihun that he could reach with his teeth, sucking and tasting the skin as he created new marks on the canvas of Gihun’s skin. Pink flushed to the surface of Gihun’s skin with each bite Junho made, and with every break Junho took to do so, his hips didn’t stop or stagnate, they rotated. Gyrating thoroughly into him, the heat between his body and Gihun’s got heavier as it collected more sweat between them, making the arm Junho had around Gihun’s waist start to slip slightly. 

A zing of soreness surged intrusively at the base of Gihun’s spine, traveling quickly up his nerves like lightning bolts and making this position no longer bearable. “Junho, I can’t, I’m- ah!” Gihun moaned, his grips on Junho’s body becoming tight squeezes as he sealed his eyes shut in pain. Junho’s head shot up from Gihun’s lower sternum, the suction from his lips and teeth leaving Gihun’s body as he looked to see Gihun’s uncomfortable expression. He immediately halted his motions, loosening his grip on Gihun’s body and lowering him down on the pillows beneath him. 

They stayed connected at their waists, Junho still fully plunged inside of Gihun, letting his length stay warm inside of Gihun while he let Gihun rest his legs over his hips. Gihun stared at the ceiling for a moment, seeing stars as he took a few deep breaths to let the zaps of pain course through him. Junho’s hands traveled sensually up the sides of Gihun’s waist, massaging the skin and muscles as they made their way to his breasts for a brief moment before smoothing back down to his thighs. “Are you okay, jagi?” Junho asked, his hands coming down to Gihun’s pelvis to splay out across his pelvic bone and frame his pubic area. “Mmmm…yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” Gihun groaned before making his conclusion, trying to decide if the pain he had been feeling was something he would need to stop for. 

The submerging, pulsing pleasure in the bulb of Gihun’s cock overrode Gihun’s grievance of the pain in his thighs by a long shot. He was more desperate to cum now than he was the first time. “Can we do missionary for a little bit?” Gihun asked in a low whine, his hands coming to Junho’s forearms and clasping around them for security. Junho’s stare softened as he looked at him fondly, responding to him with receptiveness as he said, “Of course, my love.” 

Ignoring the slight twinges of pain in his body— as he knew they were only menial and they would go away soon— Junho immediately accepted Gihun’s idea and let him pick the position he wanted to get comfortable in. Gihun threw his arms out to Junho to get him to come closer— and he did— having to briefly exit his cock from Gihun’s warm cunt for a moment to do so. But once they were layered over each other, Junho burrowed his knees into the mattress and positioned his dick back in it— Gihun’s legs wrapped around Junho’s waist as he did so. Junho dipped his hand between the both of them to guide his length back inside of Gihun, and once he found his way back into the entrance, they both responded to the feeling of the collision with moans as they faced each other. 

“Jagi?” Gihun asked before he made the request forming in his mind, his eyes wandering around the details of Junho’s flushed and focused face. Junho’s eyebrow raised as he gave a short hum in reply, showing intrigue in what Gihun was going to say. “Come up and lay on my shoulder.” Gihun suggested nicely, patting on the front of his shoulder with his palm as he said it. Junho nodded in response and followed the suggestion, and once he did, the alignment in which his cock was inside of Gihun changed from straightforward to slightly angled, the base of his dick now rubbing against Gihun’s cock. Gihun dug his heels in the mattress between Junho’s calves, intertwining their legs and locking them there for the position to work. 

“Oh, fuck, that’s clever.” Junho whispered jovially in Gihun’s ear, catching on to what he was suggesting as Gihun put his hands around Junho’s shoulders. “I’m a smart man.” Gihun responded with a giggle, planting a small, soft kiss on Junho’s pursed lips before Junho began to give him slow and drawn out thrusts. Junho rolled and rotated his hips again, this time slower and more languidly to deliberately let the flesh of his cock frot against Gihun’s. Each soft stroke felt like a pump to the bulb of Gihun’s dick as his hips twitched, the pleasure building progressively with every rotation.

This helped Junho hold himself back as well. He was admittedly ready to cum two hours ago— but after seeing Gihun’s face when he had him arched in his lap like that, practically putty in his lap despite the edges of his face having been so sharp in aggressive ecstasy— Junho wanted to see him cum again. Junho wanted to be the reason Gihun vibrated in his hands, and this time, he wanted to see his face when he did it. He didn’t think the experience would be half as enjoyable if he came first before Gihun got to that point. 

Having the pillow beneath Gihun’s back already helped wonders for the angle as well— practically putting his second orgasm in the palm of Junho’s hand— which he put a slight amount of spit on before bringing to the surface area of Gihun’s cock, applying more pressure on the nerves along with the weight of his pelvis to stimulate him more. It definitely worked— causing both smooth and heavy feelings when Gihun ducked his head towards the crook of Junho’s neck— his fingers that once laid loosely on the blades of Junho’s shoulders now hooking into the muscles. A string of enthusiastic “Oh!”s left Gihun’s lips as he celebrated this new sensation, rocking his hips with Junho’s while his weight worked on top of him to bring him pleasure. 

“Is that good? Right there?” Junho asked in a low rumble, his voice right next to Gihun’s ear making Gihun’s nails latch into the skin on Junho’s back. Junho’s fingers massaged the surface of Gihun’s cock, making the skin wetter and softer and the arousal much warmer in Gihun’s hips as Gihun squealed, “Yes! Fuck! Right there!” with his forehead bowing near the dip of Junho’s shoulder. 

Soft and fast motions inside his constrictive walls made massaging Gihun’s g-spot a steady, meticulous task. One that Junho was, of course, hell bent on working at until Gihun came on his dick. He could feel that he was getting close to a breakthrough when he noticed that every time Gihun bucked his hips and beared down on the partial length inside him— bucking towards his fingers and pleading for his touch in whispered prayers of “Yes!” and “Junho!”— Gihun’s body would shudder and shake like he was close. 

“Tell me when you’re coming.” Junho asked of him— Gihun nodding slightly but otherwise not responding as he was too immersed in pleasure— still moaning Junho’s name in praise for the sensations. Junho wanted to hear his own name when Gihun came, but he could tell that was asking too much out of his overwhelmed and ecstatic state. 

White hot lines began to etch into Junho’s back as Gihun dragged his nails down the muscles, leaving little flushes of red in their wake immediately. Sweat gathered in the bend of his elbows and on the front of his forearms made it difficult for Gihun to latch his arms onto Junho’s back— but much easier for his nails to glide down the skin and make marks— writing a thank you note in his shoulder blades for the starstruck, drunk feeling he had as he felt his orgasm submerging to the bulb of his cock.

Abruptly, he snapped himself out of the daze, making Junho snap to attention slightly as he turned his head to face Gihun when Gihun barked, “Junho!” His tone had shifted completely, and Junho almost leapt from his spot on top of Gihun from surprise.

“What?” Junho replied, showing slight defensiveness in his tone from shock. He wasn’t sure what was happening, as it wasn’t Gihun’s usual way of showing protest or even tiredness, for that matter. Gihun however found himself acting frantic as he pushed Junho off of him, making Junho lurch back only a little slightly before Gihun pulled him back in by his neck. Gihun held his face in his hand and stared at him, holding Junho’s wrist down on his cock that nearly hovered away from it as his head swayed when he told him, “I’m close, keep going. I’m- oh…” 

His voice trailed off, melting into a dazed groan as he threw his head back on the pillow. Junho’s eyes lit up and his expression changed from perplexity to eagerness as he propped himself up on his hand— continuing to rub Gihun’s cock in circular, fast and gentle strokes while moving his cock inside of Gihun. It was at this moment that Junho realized exactly what Gihun was doing, like a personal love letter written for him as Gihun purposefully made sure he could see his face when he came. He attempted to keep a similar rhythm between his fingers and his thrusts, but realistically, he could not do so pristinely. However, being this close to Gihun’s face— feeling Gihun’s hot breath on his nose and seeing the creases in his face get tighter— it didn’t do him and his focus any favors anyway.

“I’m coming!” 

Come to me, Junho thought to himself when Gihun said it, focusing his attention on Gihun’s face and waiting with bated breath for the reactions he worked for. Gihun’s teeth bared as the muscles in his neck strained— the dig his nails had in Junho’s shoulders getting deeper as he squinted at Junho— no audible sound except for grunts coming from his throat. Gihun looked like he was in pain— but this was satisfying to Junho— because he knew that meant the orgasm was coursing through his entire body, much more extremely than the one he caused with his mouth and tongue. 

Junho made sure to keep going and not stop— he couldn’t quit now, not now that he had gotten to this point— and he was certain to keep the same speed until he could see Gihun was satisfied. The pads of his fingers rotated on the bulb of Gihun’s cock as he waited, determined to pump Gihun’s cum out of him one more time even if it took the whole night. Which, regardless, this session very much was going to— as Junho himself still hadn’t cum, and he didn’t want to yet. 

Gihun’s eyes darted from being fixated on Junho’s as he grunted and gripped Junho’s body like he was hanging from a cliff, to rolling in the back of his head as he collapsed on the pillows beneath him— arms and legs falling to his sides while his cum began to spill on his stomach. Junho felt the hot stickiness pooling on the base of his dick and peeled himself off of Gihun to look at it, feeling exceedingly accomplished after seeing Gihun’s cum trickle down his folds and on his own shaft.

Two points for me. Score!

On his knees, Junho pulled slowly out of Gihun, checking the condom for rips and to make double sure that he didn’t cum in it while Gihun pants and looks at the ceiling, once again. Gihun’s hands laid over the nipples of his breasts as his cock still twitched in the air, while he said almost nothing besides an occasional exasperated whisper of “Fuck…” and “Yesu…” 

Junho rolled the condom off of his shaft and chuckled as he heard Gihun repeating Jesus’s name in tired whispers, clearly worn out judging by his suddenly loopy religious utterances. “Since when were you a man of God?” Junho asked jokingly as he peeled the rubber off of his tip, discarding it into the wastebasket below the bed before reaching for the packet on the nightstand that concealed a new one. Gihun giggled and rolled his eyes as he draped his arm over his forehead, a smile etched on his face so bright and gleeful as he responded jestingly and sarcastically, “Since you made me cum twice in one night, actually.” 

Raising his eyebrows and lurching back in intrigue, Junho didn’t skip or change a beat while repeating the same process he did before when he put the first condom on, as he replied, “Haven’t I done this before? Hardly seems like a reason to turn to religion now.” 

Gihun grinned as he rolled his eyes, his hand lightly and playfully coming down to slap Junho on the thigh as he urged him, “Shut up!”

They both laughed, Junho’s hand wrapping around the back of Gihun’s in an affectionate squeeze while his other hand secured the rubber around the base of his cock firmly. Their laughter died down peacefully after a good moment, Junho placing his hands on his hips as he looked down to watch his dick twitch with the aching muscles in his pelvis. Edging himself up to this point had been all fun and games, but he could tell that he needed to release soon. He was so pent up, and the flush and rigidity in his cock blatantly told him so. Staring intently at his cock, he tried to mentally will his urge to orgasm away— hoping to hold out for just a little longer and feeling optimistic as the welling pleasure began to subside. 

Catching a second wind, Gihun pulled himself up abruptly, sitting up from the pillows for the first time in roughly forty five minutes, which only felt like five now. The sweat on Gihun’s back speedily cooled down his skin once it was exposed to the air around him as he sat up to face Junho, glancing down at his aching cock before his eyes fluttered back up to Junho’s. “I think it’s your turn.” Gihun lilted breathily, his hand coming up to Junho’s dick to wrap around the shaft, touching the length and feeling how solid it felt in his hand when he gripped it. 

Giving Gihun’s hand a hungry stare, Junho gripped the bones of his own hips to resist the pain of the overstimulation. Gihun’s legs were curled beside him as his hand smoothed over the underside of Junho’s cock and balls, Junho looking down at him with an endeared smile when he cupped Gihun’s face in the palm of his hand. “Get on top?” Junho asked simply, his thumb grazing over Gihun’s cheekbone as he asked the question. Gihun lit up as he nodded in response, jumping up on his knees and giddy with excitement. 

Junho’s arm swooped around Gihun’s waist to pull him in, his pulsating cock tapping sporadically against Gihun’s pubic bone while he kissed him deeply with an explorative tongue. Gihun’s hand spread out on Junho’s chest, his other hand coming up behind Junho’s back to lightly scratch and rub the surface in gentle circles. Junho turned himself to face Gihun completely now, lunging forward as he melted into the kiss. Gihun’s hand traveled back to Junho’s cock to cup and play with his balls a little more, his hand wrapping around the base of Junho’s cock and squeezing as a gentle, physical reminder that he had the intention to ride him and was getting slightly impatient.

The hint was taken as Junho pulled away from the kiss to lower down on the mattress and lay on his back, grabbing one of the pillows nearly soaked in Gihun’s sweat to put under his own neck. Gihun waited patiently on his knees for Junho to get comfortable, and his gaze leisurely wandered over Junho’s body, looking at every curve and muscle like architecture in a museum. The way Junho’s shoulders flexed when he leaned on them to adjust, the way his thigh muscles moved when he spread his legs to get his bearings— all the little details Gihun could indulge in before he got to observe them from up top. 

An encouraging pat brought down on Junho’s thighs told Gihun that he was ready for him, and Gihun took the signal immediately, swinging his leg over Junho’s waist where his tender, swollen cunt was pressed against the base of Junho’s cock. Gihun cupped his hand over his mouth to spit in it and transferred the spit to Junho’s shaft, stroking the wrapped length and grinding against it with the wetness in his cunt he had left. 

The feeling of his cock smoothing and sliding along the edges of Gihun’s folds and circling on his cock made the pleasure in Junho’s cock build up again, his breathing getting more slower as he watched Gihun take control of his dick. Putting and bending Gihun in all kinds of positions was never boring, but it was especially breathtaking when Gihun took over, because Gihun was wildly attractive about it. Eye contact, slow strokes, taking time to make sure everything was wet, Gihun seemed to read his mind and know exactly what he wanted. Like an incubus that had no qualms with being dominated. 

Gihun crawled forward, using Junho’s body for support until his face hovered over Junho’s. He looked down at Junho’s blushing face and smiled, his hand reaching between them to position Junho’s tip inside him. The air thickened between them again, nearly taking Junho’s breath from the depths of his lungs and almost adding it to Gihun’s as he lowered himself down slowly on Junho’s shaft— the breath he let out from his lips drawing out into the air. Leaning back on the length, Gihun’s weight left Junho’s chest and his hands gradually transferred it towards Junho’s thighs, his hands gripping the meat of them and putting the rest of his weight down on them. 

With this new distribution in Gihun’s weight, his back began to slowly arch, his cock touching Junho’s pubic bone once he had fully sat down on Junho’s dick. “Fuck…” Junho let out a gravelly moan, his hands coming up to Gihun’s waist to grasp at his curves. “Right there.” Junho moaned in an assuring tone, his fingers pressing slightly into the softness of Gihun’s body to attain security and gently guide his hips. Gihun let his body wave on Junho’s length with tact— leaning back every few beats to hear Junho’s breathing get heavier, rotating and switching his hand placements on Junho’s body to hear the slight whimpers Junho would give when he could feel Gihun’s walls clenching around his shaft— Gihun had it down to a science.

Even as he watched Junho’s face, returning his blissed smile with an even fonder grin, he was waiting for reactions. Using his hands to press down on Junho’s chest and make him gasp, Gihun looked at him with amusement when he saw him bite his lower lip and a slight blush creep up on the apples of his cheeks. “Fuck, baby, you should get on top more often.” Junho grunted as Gihun leaned back to grind on Junho more, rocking back and forth on his cock. “You never let me!” Gihun giggled as he put his hand down on Junho’s stomach, his fingers splaying out across the skin to leave little loving scratches. 

Tension rises in Junho’s hips as he starts to feel his arousal building up again. The reservoir was steadily filling back up and the wet combined with tight around Junho’s cock was replenishing it quickly. Junho willed away his urge to edge himself again, this time letting himself come when he felt it was necessary. Despite having this new mindset however— even as he stared at Gihun’s lustful eyes and pert, small tits while Gihun rode him at several slow angles— he still felt like something was missing. 

Staring at the vibrations in Gihun’s figure and noticing his only slightly bent knees beneath him made Junho notice exactly what it was. Physics. 

“Jagi.” Junho huffed, his hips starting to buck upwards into Gihun a little more.

”Hm?” Gihun hummed in response, not noticing the shift in motion or the change in Junho’s focus that went from euphoric to steady.

”Hold on to me.”, were the next words to come out of Junho’s mouth, punctuated with a grunt before he brought his knees up higher, making Gihun catch himself by his hands on Junho’s shoulders. “Junho!” Gihun gasped, before his speech was cut off by Junho’s deeper penetration— Junho’s hands keeping his hips grounded on his center of gravity and slightly hovered above him. He then dug his heels into the mattress, finding bearings on the slippery sheets as best as he could before he swung his hips upward, driving himself into Gihun’s body and using force to push Gihun down by his hips. 

Vibrations beat against Junho’s chest as Gihun started to whine, trying his hardest to crane his neck to look back at what was behind him. Junho kept his gaze locked on the arch of Gihun’s back— or what little peaked off it from over Gihun’s shoulders. He wished he could see himself going inside him— that he had cameras or something of that nature— so he could watch Gihun take his length over and over again, his body devouring him while his face made shapes and sounds that screamed like art to Junho. A sex tape was something he had yet to convince Gihun of trying— not that it was pertinent for him— but Junho still imagines scenarios in his head where they have the best, mindblowing sex in recorded history for them both…and it’s all filmed for him to watch. He knows Gihun would look divine on camera— skilled at taking dick, noisy and insanely hot too— and what’s even better is Junho could be selfish about all of it. He wouldn’t have to share it with anyone, just him and Gihun. He could stare in those big brown eyes that look at him like he’s made of stars and feast on every detail— over and over and over again— until he got nauseous from the taste, if that was even possible. 

Those eyes stared back at him when Gihun lifted himself off of Junho’s shoulders to stare at him while he drivenly thrust into his cunt— Gihun’s palms slipping to the pillow beneath Junho’s head and gripping the fluff of it. Gihun started to make pained, wailing noises as Junho crashed into him repeatedly— except each noise he uttered trailed off with eroticised breathing and moaning. Each noise he made was accompanied by a twist in his face— squeezed shut eyes and open mouth that made Junho’s breath thicker just seeing up close. Junho brought his arms up next to Gihun’s neck— framing his pretty, strained face with his hands locked in Gihun’s hair while he slowed his pace down to a more lazy, grinding speed. 

“Fuck, oh my god!” Gihun gasped, catching his breath as he leaned forward, hunched over and smooshed in the crook of Junho’s neck when he clutched his shoulders. Gihun’s eyes shot wide open while Junho’s arms hooked around his shoulders to harness him down, and the sound of Junho crashing into Gihun when he picked up his pace again only rivaled Gihun’s half-successful attempts at muffling his screaming in Junho’s neck.

Even if the sound was louder up close towards his ear, Junho couldn’t blame him— and in fact, the way Gihun’s screams made his ear drums start to sting made the experience of him being on top so much more exciting. “Keep breathing.” Junho huffed in Gihun’s ear, gently reminding him to lower his volume in the small, possibly thin-walled motel room so that the white noise echoing off of the walls didn’t sound like a whisper. That gentle whisper in his ear caused Gihun to slow his breathing— or rather, attempt to control it— and his walls began to soften and loosen up around Junho’s length. “Good boy.” Junho cooed in Gihun’s ear— his hand smoothing over the edges of Gihun’s back and resting on his asscheek, groping for a handful of the fat and squeezing it while giving him deliberate strokes with his cock inside him. 

The reservoir in Junho’s cock built back up again, this time ready to overflow and burst. He could feel a painful ache and sting in his tip when he fucked Gihun, and having him move on it so adequately helped the cum in his dick start to flow to the top— precum starting to bubble in the slit of his glans as the friction around the condom began to trap it. “I’m coming, are you ready?” Junho asked, grunting as he slammed into Gihun even more.

Gihun lifted his head up from the pool of drool he caused in the crook of Junho’s neck and looked at him with half lidded eyes, barely lifting up his head as he kissed Junho’s cheek. Gihun nodded when he stared into his eyes for a moment, assuring him that he was prepared to finally see him unravel. Junho found the confidence in Gihun’s eyes making his heart skip, and his lips mashed against Gihun’s when he held Gihun’s hips down on his length, stopped his thrusting, and came in the condom while inside him. Junho could feel his thighs start to jerk, vibrating against Gihun’s body in directions he couldn’t control until all of his cum pooled in the condom. He was tempted to stay inside Gihun— impaling his cunt until every drop spilt out of him— but he knew the risks were greater than the reward and quickly pulled out, letting Gihun collapse on top of him after Gihun realized he was no longer being held down.

Every kink of tension came undone in Junho’s body as the rest of him spilled outside of Gihun, trickling down his shaft while Gihun laid on top of him— slowing his breathing down as his cock leaked on Junho’s body one more time. They cuddled together for a long moment in silence to catch their breath— drunk and dizzy from the passion and excitement just moments before— heartbeats syncing with each other steadily. “Jagi, get up, I need to check.” Junho said softly, his hands patting Gihun’s shoulder blades gently to alert him. Gihun snapped out of his trance in Junho’s shoulder and lifted himself up, rolling over on the other side of the bed onto his back and looking up at the ceiling while Junho sat up to peel the now spent condom off of him. 

Assessing that it had no rips or tears, and had simply done its job, Junho got rid of it with the other one. As Junho stood in front of the trash can, Gihun turned over on his side to look at Junho. He could see some of the cum still stuck to him, and instantly he felt slightly eager. Junho turned around and as Junho left the bed area, Gihun stopped him. “Wait, don’t get a towel.” Gihun said to him, crawling to the edge of the bed and grabbing him by the wrist. Junho turned around to face him, confusion struck on his face. He wasn’t sure why Gihun suddenly objected to him cleaning himself up, it seemed like something odd to protest. But he didn’t have to question much longer when Gihun swung his legs off the edge of the bed to sit down in front of him and cup his shaft in his hand, and put his mouth over Junho’s shaft as he started sucking off the remnants of cum on it.

”Oh god, that’s nasty-“ Junho chuckled, his hand sifting through Gihun’s hair as his mouth went over his entire length. Gihun stared up at him and smiled while his tongue licked inches off of Junho’s cock, lapping up what had just been inside him. Junho watched Gihun’s eyes look up at him, slanted and lustful when his eyebrows tilted in themselves the closer his lips got to the base of Junho’s cock. Junho was flaccid in Gihun’s mouth— but he could tell by the way Gihun’s warm, wet tongue slid on him that he wouldn’t be for long. 

The way Junho looked down at Gihun was slightly more enthusiastic and impressed, giving enthused hums each time Gihun throated him despite his cock being so deflated. Gihun was working on getting it back up, Junho could tell, especially after noticing that Gihun had already licked every sloppy second up already. “Keep going, I think you’ve almost got me hard again.” Junho encouraged him softly, his hand cupping Gihun’s cheek and guiding him only slightly along his gradually stiffening dick. Gihun could feel the space in his mouth become less filled by soft phallus and the rigidity of Junho’s cock became more prominent on his tongue. 

Like a balloon steadily coming alive, Junho hardened inside Gihun’s mouth while his head rocked back and forth on it— his hand now plastered on Junho’s pubic bone as if it would keep him balanced when he used his motions to sheath Junho’s cock with his throat. Each time Gihun’s lips inched towards the base of Junho’s cock, he couldn’t keep his eyes focused on one thing. Being so dizzy from two and a half orgasms— almost three— he could start to see the room spin when his eyes dashed from Junho’s looming face and his pubic area. Junho’s hips rocked inside his mouth, getting more and more intent with each swing while his hand found its way to the back of Gihun’s head, pushing him down. The back of Gihun’s throat rippled on Junho’s tip as Junho could hear struggling gagging sounds coming from it. 

“Fuck, take me, just like that.” Junho encouraged him, excited over the feeling of Gihun’s spit trickling down his shaft from his mouth. Gihun held himself down on Junho’s length, gripping his thighs for support as he did what he was told. The saliva from Gihun’s throat overflowed and spilled out the sides of his mouth, enough to be dripping off of Junho’s balls when he finally pulled back for air. Looking up at Junho, Gihun’s face was flushed red as he took his length in his hand and stroked it— swiping the glans over his tongue as he held it out in the open and panted. When he licked the slit of Junho’s tip, he smiled at him— giggles leaving his voice in soft breaths when he tasted how salty Junho’s precum was. 

A slight tilt of Gihun’s head towards the bed behind him led Junho to believe he wanted to try something else, which Junho almost hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he had the energy left or if the fire in his hips would last long, and wondered if he even had the capabilities of getting rid of this new erection. Resigned— knowing he would be awake all night if he didn’t let Gihun milk him dry— Junho nodded in response, his hand wrapped around his dick to keep the blood flow to his shaft suspended. Gihun’s teeth grazed the skin on his bottom lip as he jumped up from his spot on the bed, shifting to a position in front of Junho where his hands were placed on the mattress and his legs were spread apart, crawling forward slightly until his arch put his ass right in front of Junho’s lap. Junho’s thumb padded the surface of Gihun’s tailbone and he observed as Gihun’s body opened itself up to him, the walls of his cunt looking immensely inviting for his cock once again. A resigned sigh leaves Junho’s lips. 

“You know I don’t have any condoms left, ri-“ Junho began to say, but Gihun cut him off without a word when he reached behind himself and grabbed Junho’s wrist, pulling him with enough strength to make his hips collide against Gihun. Junho’s dick brushed against Gihun’s vulva, and the utter softness and how wet it already was made Junho speechless— breathless. His chest felt tight, and the grip around his wrist felt like it was still there— keeping his hand steady on Gihun’s hip despite both of Gihun’s hands returning to the mattress in front of him. He didn’t know what had possessed Gihun all of a sudden— or himself, for that matter— but the way this felt didn’t feel like any other time they fucked. This felt like the first time.

Blood rushed to Junho’s cock in a course that made his head spin, and being so close to Gihun’s cunt, there wasn’t any time for rational thinking. In the next second, Junho stumbled to align his tip with the entrance of Gihun’s cunt, trying to find that sweet spot that he called home for the past hour. If he could bury himself inside Gihun permanently, he would have. Gihun moaned into the sheets below him, bearing his hips down on Junho’s length as Junho slithered back into his walls— this time much more vulnerable without the hindrance of the condom. “Careful.” Gihun warned him in a playful tone, a sardonic grin on his face as he looked back at Junho. Junho rolled his eyes and had every temptation to pound that cocky face into the mattress, but he needed to feel Gihun wrap around him for just a little longer. 

The skin to skin contact, the wet and warm embracing his length like it belonged in there, the ease of movement as Gihun’s ass rested against his hips— his body sheathing Junho’s dick completely— Junho had it all. He was spoiled, and he ran with it. Letting himself get warm inside Gihun, he could feel himself about to bottom out already— his knees getting weak as he gripped the fat of Gihun’s hips for a sense of focus. That was all it took.

I can’t wait any fucking longer.

Junho’s hands crawled up the figure of Gihun’s body, scooping more and more of Gihun’s body against his until his hands greedily reached Gihun’s shoulders, dick sliding in him and filling him whole. The sensations of Gihun’s insides were higher in definition now, and the ripple of his skin when Junho rocked his hips back and forth were all too captivating to watch. Thrusting in and out of Gihun felt magical, so intensely that Junho almost lost his focus— thinking of all the other things he could do with his dick inside Gihun. With Gihun’s face in the mattress, muffling his moans and whimpers and squeals— it gave Junho an idea.

His hand reached Gihun’s breast and brought him up to stand slowly, his arm crossing over Gihun’s chest while Gihun’s hands reached for Junho’s hips behind him. Now, every sound and moan Gihun made, Junho could hear much more clearly, as every syllable and sound rang in the air in front of him. Getting this close to him standing up, Gihun’s back against his chest and his head leaning back towards his face— like he was trying to face him but simply couldn’t from the pure ecstasy— Junho couldn’t help but bite. Hard. 

Junho leaned forward and clasped his jaw over Gihun’s shoulder, his teeth sinking into the flesh and latching on while Gihun’s earlobe brushed against Junho’s hair as he tilted his head towards him. Gihun threw his head back and gave a shuddered scream, shoving his free hand between his legs to rub his cock and simultaneously feel Junho’s while it was inside of him. “Fuck!” Gihun gasped, eyes going slightly cross when he stared at the ceiling while Junho fucked him more reverently with his teeth still sunken in his skin. Pulling away from Gihun’s flesh, Junho brought lazy kisses in a trail from the bite mark he left on Gihun’s shoulder to his ear lobe as he lowered his voice to say firmly, “Get up on the bed.” 

Without protest, Gihun pulled away from Junho to do so, Junho parting ways from him for just a moment and feeling the air turn the slick on his dick cold while Gihun crawled up on the mattress to get himself on his back. Junho lurched back, as he didn’t expect this. He fully expected Gihun to just get down on his hands and knees and arch, but instead, he laid back and lifted up one leg— laying the other out in front of him and beckoning him forward with his index finger playfully. Junho couldn’t figure out what Gihun was playing at, but he was too drunk on the way Gihun’s cunt leaked in front of him and the way his legs invited his hips to care. “You fucking slut.” Junho chuckled airily, Gihun giggling with a grin and squinted eyes that crinkled at the edges while Junho crawled on his knees towards Gihun to straddle his leg and dive back in his cunt. Once he put his cock back in the folds— finding himself plunged back in the tightness— he noticed this position was a lot more dangerous and risky in terms of convincing him to pull out. 

But nevertheless, he hugged Gihun’s thigh to his chest and thrusted— putting his other hand on Gihun’s breast and staring at his face that melted into satisfaction. Gihun’s teeth gnawed on his bottom lip as he laid back on his elbows to stare at Junho directly through his browbone, eyebrows raised while his voice made noises and moans of pleasure and praise. “Do you love me?” Gihun asked with a smile, Junho thrusting and fervently pounding into him while he uttered his syllables. Gihun was asking rhetorically, and his question trailed off in a lilted giggle, but Junho still answered him seriously. “More than you can imagine.” Junho replied, the hand on Gihun’s breast traveling to Gihun’s neck and jaw to caress his face. Gihun leaned his face towards Junho’s touch to reciprocate it as his body bounced with Junho’s motions, as he responded fondly, “Thank you for the shirt, Junho. I love you.” 

Junho’s lips curled into a tighter smile as he grinded inside of Gihun slower, trying to resist the urge to cum inside him right then and there. “Don’t get sweet on me now jagi, you will end up pregnant.” Junho implored him, causing an immediate blush to form on Gihun’s face. “Junho-yah!” Gihun said defensively, his hand coming up to his mouth to cover it in shock. Junho laughed before his hand trailed gently down Gihun’s neck and chest, smoothing his skin on his stomach until it got to his cock and started making slow circles, a smile on his face as he did so. 

Steadily, the reservoir was about to practically explode, and Junho could feel himself about to unravel. He knew he had to pull out but he was very reluctant to leave the warmth of Gihun’s body entirely. He didn’t want to make a mess of the sheets either, he’d have to sleep in them tonight. While his hips slammed into Gihun’s and Gihun’s body rocked and his voice moaned with each thrust, Junho tried to formulate the result he wanted for his last orgasm in his head. Glancing at Gihun’s expressions for just a second— noticing his round shaped mouth and half lidded eyes— it suddenly became clear. With that, he was ready. 

“Gihun, are you ready to swallow?” Junho asked bluntly, his hand on Gihun’s cock now squeezing the fat of Gihun’s pubic area as he drove his cock in his entrance repeatedly. Gihun nodded, throwing his head back slightly while his pleasure overtook him for an overwhelming moment. Junho gave him three generous strokes before swiftly pulling out, grasping his cock to pump the cum to his tip while Gihun lifted himself up to sit up. Junho made fast and tentative strokes on his dick while Gihun got his face close to Junho’s tip— and once he was close enough, Gihun used his lips and tongue to suck out Junho’s cum. With shaky knees and wobbly legs, Gihun was determined to get Junho to cum in his mouth as he crouched down on his hands and knees to do so. 

It wasn’t long before he got his wish, as Junho began to slow down into a complete stop with his strokes— hot cum spraying and pooling in Gihun’s mouth little by little. It hit the back of his throat and made him jump at the sudden contact, his eyebrow twitching and eyes squinting when Junho’s cum started to eventually fill Gihun’s mouth almost completely. Junho’s hand sifted through Gihun’s hair again for support, holding him there until he found himself tensing less.

Junho pulled out of Gihun’s mouth, sitting back on his heels with a deep sigh and watching Gihun look up at him with his cum webbed across his tongue. “Swallow.” Junho demanded, turning on a switch in Gihun’s brain that made him obey immediately. Junho then hooked his index finger under Gihun’s chin as he made him look up a little more before saying softly, “Thank me.” 

Gihun nodded and whispered, “Thank you, Junho.” A pleasant, satisfied smile stretched across his face.

”Good boy. You’re welcome, my love.” Junho returned affectionately, taking Gihun’s face in closer to plant a long, gentle kiss on his forehead. “You did really well.” Junho praised him. Gihun reveled in the praise and smiled, his hand coming up to Junho’s back to pat him and rub circles on the surface. He then sat down on the bed and found himself gravitating lower until he laid down across the sheets, exhausted. This time, silent. Junho stood up on the floor to find his boxers after finding himself completely clean thanks to Gihun’s efforts. He then sauntered over to the bags from earlier, heat and flush in his skin making him have to readjust between his legs after every few steps. He was sticking to his own legs. 

Gihun was sprawled out on the bed, naked still. His hands draped over his chest as he stared at the ceiling, once again. As he and the ceiling became best friends, having another silent conversation— Gihun started to wonder if he wanted to do anything else on this night or if he just wanted to go to bed. Ever since getting to this motel for this beach trip, there had been so many things Gihun wanted to do both in and out of the motel with Junho. Vacations are for that, after all. 

But even in this moment, at the height of excitement after rolling with multiple orgasms, Gihun was perfectly content with just laying there. Truthfully, that was a lot of fun, and Gihun couldn’t have asked for a better day. A cold shower on a hot day in a motel room, a shirt he didn’t pay for, multiple rounds and three orgasms, Junho practically spoiled him today. 

Even more so when he heard a crinkle of foil as Junho placed a bag of chips on the bed next to him when he sat down on the space next to Gihun’s head. Junho caressed Gihun’s face with his hand, his thumb grazing Gihun’s cheekbone while he crunched on the chip in his other hand. Gihun raised an eyebrow in repulse as he stared at Junho for a silent moment. 

“What?” Junho asked, looking at him confused. Gihun still stared at him in silence before Junho realized what he actually was trying to convey. “Oh, here, I apologize.” Junho said with a sarcastically apologetic tone as he grabbed a chip out of the bag and handed it to Gihun. 

“Thank you.” Gihun said pleasantly.

I never have to ask.