CHAPTER FIVE
Seunghyun pulled Jiyong in for another hungry kiss as he blindly stumbled into Jiyong’s bedroom. His mind reeled at the prospect of being with him as his tongue slid against and around Jiyong’s. Jiyong ground his hips into him and his little whimpers were swallowed by their heated kiss as Seunghyun carried him to the bed. He sat on the edge, Jiyong still straddling him with his ankles locked together behind his back.
Jiyong broke the kiss, fingers tracing the tantalising line of Seunghyun’s jaw and down along his throat, fingers grazing along the edges of exposed collarbone.
He sat back in his lap and held Seunghyun’s heated gaze before speaking.
“I need you, hyung. I need you…” he sighed, fingers skating across Seunghyun’s cheekbone and tangling in his hair as he leaned in and breathed against him.
He pulled back to fix him with a ravenous gaze. Seunghyun was hypnotised under Jiyong’s intense scrutiny, his own heat and passion burning bright.
“I need you… to fuck me until I can’t walk,” his voice pure licentious intent, unwavering. With it came a chaste press of his lips against Seunghyun’s cheek.
“Fuck me until I can’t remember my own name,” another sweet press of his lips against the corner of his curving smile.
“How does that sound, baby?” he smouldered, palming Seunghyun’s cock through his pants making him inhale sharply.
Jiyong’s tongue flicked at the seam of Seunghyun’s lips, his teeth catching and pulling at Jiyong’s bottom lip before Seunghyun’s tongue lashed out and dragged him back down into another fiery grazing of lips, teeth and tongue.
Fuck taking it slow. Jiyong had physically ached for the man beneath him for too long and they were well past any sense of delicacy or decency about their situation. Jiyong didn’t wait for a response before he unlocked his ankles and pushed Seunghyun back onto the bed. Seunghyun’s brows did their best to climb into his hairline as Ji physically pinned him down, surprised by his sudden show of strength as his mouth and tongue savagely laid claim to him again.
Seunghyun couldn’t hide how turned on he was and ground his swelling cock into Jiyong, hands sliding down his sides and taking a firm grip of his arse as he did. Jiyong moaned into his mouth at the contact and took Seunghyun’s teasing thrust as his answer.
Trembling fingers blazed trails across newly discovered valleys and planes of their heated skin as layers were removed and discarded, their mouths seeking and finding each other with increased urgency as their feverish pace articulated their fervent need. Fingers roamed across once familiar and newly exposed flesh as each article of clothing vanished, small breathless whimpers and moans breaking against the shores of their lips.
The rain had picked up as thunder rolled in the distance. The oncoming storm mirrored their intensity as they pitched and swayed against each other. Grinding hips creating the friction they both craved as their machine-gunning hearts pounded and slammed against their skeletal cages, the warm slide of skin on skin setting each of them alight.
As their lips melded, Seunghyun traced his fingers along the Forever Young tattoo inked down Jiyong’s ribs and along his hipbone. His fingers snagged on the waistband of his boxers. His fingers darted along the edge, index finger sliding in behind to tease the heated flesh there making Jiyong drive his hips up into the touch, needing more.
Seunghyun smiled against his lips as he teasingly ran his fingers over and past where Jiyong wanted him most, blatantly refusing to give in to Jiyong’s unspoken demands. His lips and tongue laved a wet trail down his throat momentarily stopping to nip at the thin veil of flesh at his collarbones before continuing down his chest.
Seunghyun stopped his delicate teasing strokes that moved lower across his belly each time as Jiyong rocked against him. He gingerly slipped his fingers in beneath the waistband and down into the dark thatch of hair, Jiyong tensed, bottom lip trapped behind a row of white teeth as Seunghyun finally took him in hand. Seunghyun’s lips latched around a pebbled nipple and Jiyong inhaled sharply through his teeth.
“Mmm, I don’t think we’ll be needing these anymore,” Seunghyun purred low against his chest as his hand travelled up his shaft exposing Jiyong’s hardness.
Jiyong bucked up and Seunghyun used his free hand to divest him of the thin layer of material between them. Jiyong was finally naked beneath him, his flawless beauty made his breath catch in his throat. He swallowed hard at the sight of his nubile splendour laid out before him, all his for the taking as he moved in to reclaim the nipple he’d relinquished.
Seunghyun slithered his tongue across it, teeth delicately pulling as his tongue continued to lash the nub and his hand gently worked Jiyong’s aching hardness. Jiyong’s moans drove Seunghyun on as he trailed slow agonising kisses down, down, down until he positioned himself between his thighs.
Seunghyun took his time planting petal-soft kisses against the pale silk of his inner thighs, teeth nipping as he went and tongue trailing not far behind. He placed his hands beneath the lusciously firm curve of his backside and pulled him forward. Jiyong whimpered under him; brazenly giving himself over to Seunghyun as he spread his thighs further apart to grant him unrestricted access.
Seunghyun continued his gentle assault while Jiyong simmered beneath his dexterous attentions. He slithered his tongue along his perineum before reaching the sensitive spot that made Jiyong quiver. Jiyong’s pitch hit a new octave as Seunghyun swirled his tongue across the delicate area before he started devouring him relentlessly his tongue repeatedly breaching the borderline as his mouth worked him into a state of chaotic arousal while his fingers traced delicious spirals along his shaft.
The stimulation was too much. Jiyong could feel the tightening coil of his impending orgasm.
“You… need to… stop— fuck…I can’t…!” Jiyong spluttered.
Seunghyun slowed his movements before he eventually moved back up Jiyong’s shuddering body, planting delicate kisses as he went. Seunghyun was an acolyte offering supplication to Jiyong, his adored and adoring deity.
“Condoms?” he husked against his throat before branding the soft flesh with his teeth.
Jiyong rasped out a laboured: “Second drawer… on the left.”
Seunghyun maintained his slow stroking pace on Jiyong as he reached into the drawer and quickly found the condoms and lube, dropping them onto the bed before returning his mouth to Jiyong’s.
He flicked the cap of the lube and messily lubricated a finger trailing the slicked digit around Jiyong’s puckered entrance in teasing little circles sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through him until couldn’t take it anymore. Jiyong begged and implored until he relented and gently slipped his finger inside.
He trailed a teasing swipe of his tongue along Jiyong’s mouth as he slowly drove his finger into him, plunging in and out slowly, his tongue mirroring the action of his pistoning finger, before adding a second. Jiyong writhed against his slowly scissoring fingers, breathing ragged and begging him for more.
Seunghyun was sure he’d come undone from Jiyong’s heat and unrestrained moans alone. He slowly introduced a third and Jiyong bucked against his hand, riding his fingers as he twisted and curled them inside.
“I need you to fuck me. Now. I can’t fucking wait anymore. Fuck me. Please, baby, I can’t…” Jiyong grated against his skin, needy and desperate.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” Seunghyun’s heated voice trembled as he continued stretching Jiyong with his fingers, the tight ring of muscle slowly relaxing.
Seunghyun felt like he was going to burst at the seams.
“Please, baby, I need to fucking feel you inside me,” Jiyong growled low as he ran a hand along the underside of Seunghyun’s exposed cock.
Waves of pleasure surged through him at the touch, at Jiyong’s desperate pleas, his eyes falling closed as a small droning whine broke from him.
Seunghyun sat back and prepared himself, rolling a condom down over his own aching erection with slick fingers before applying more lube. He looked down at Jiyong, his body pliant and ready – all for him. Seunghyun’s cock jolted at the sight before he moved in to kiss him adoring and slow. Jiyong moaned against his tongue as the head of Seunghyun’s cock nudged against him.
Seunghyun positioned himself carefully as he pushed into Jiyong at an excruciatingly slow pace. He didn’t want to hurt him no matter how much he had insisted otherwise. Seunghyun’s head dropped into the crook of Jiyong’s neck, a drawn out hiss forced out between gritted teeth as Jiyong’s slick heat slowly engulfed him, the resistance and intensity almost unbearable.
Jiyong arched up off the bed with his head thrown back, lips parted and gasping, sheets knotted in his clenched fists as Seunghyun slowly filled him. Jiyong burned beneath him.
Seunghyun stayed in place to let Jiyong get used to the sensation even though it was going against everything in him that wanted to move. He leaned in to kiss Jiyong’s again, needing to taste all of him all at once, to reassure his beautiful prince that it wouldn’t hurt for long, that he loved him endlessly. Jiyong released a broken sob into his mouth as his tongue delved deeper.
Seunghyun was overwhelmed, his arousal peaking as Jiyong started moving against him. Jiyong bucked his hips up and forward making it impossible for him to keep still. Seunghyun moaned into Jiyong as he continued undulating against his fully sheathed length.
Jiyong was wild and uninhibited, a radiant and beguiling Lilith-Eve, all coiling limbs around him, tempting him to fall further as he began to move. The slow bucking thrust of Seunghyun’s hips made him lightheaded, all the air leaving his lungs as Jiyong nimbly drew him back in, small gasps and groans coming unbidden as Jiyong pushed up against him repeatedly.
Seunghyun thrust forward, his cock buried deep as he held his position again. As Jiyong’s constricting heat consumed him, he rolled his pelvis against him in a slow arc. Jiyong made the most beautiful high pitched keening as his cock slid against his prostate. Seunghyun surged forward again more forcefully making Jiyong’s pitch increase, his own guttural moans in perfect sync with Jiyong’s.
Seunghyun moved back and slid his hand down Jiyong’s thigh and lifted his leg up onto his shoulder. Jiyong was malleable as Seunghyun adjusted his position so he could easily rock into him using his thigh for leverage. Seunghyun angled himself so each thrust made contact with the little bundle of nerves that made Jiyong sing.
He was so close to being lost to his own pleasure, the slick heat devouring him with each thrust into Jiyong’s tightness that set the tension coiling low in his belly. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out for much longer.
He reached down and curled his fingers around Jiyong’s leaking erection and began gliding them along his length with slow, steady strokes in time with each protracted roll of his hips. As Seunghyun began stroking, Jiyong’s hand slipped around Seunghyun’s – needing him harder and faster.
Seunghyun couldn’t hold back, he pounded harder into Jiyong, his own moans building in pitch to match Jiyong’s as their joined hands continued to glide along Jiyong’s cock. Each pulsating slip and slide of hip and fist a step closer to that ecstatic, rapturous edge.
Jiyong stilled, breath coming in short gasps before a stuttering low howl broke from him and his back arched off the mattress, pelvis rolling forward against Seunghyun as he hit his crescendo. Every nerve ending sent electric pulses rippling through him as his orgasm wracked his body and blinding white heat flooded his senses.
As Jiyong’s muscles pulsed and tensed around him, Seunghyun hit his own exquisite release hips shuddering and head snapping forward as he bit back a broken sob, fingers digging into the firm flesh of Jiyong’s thigh as he rode out the intense surging waves of his orgasm, hips rocking forward with each quivering pulse.
Breathless and sated, they finally collapsed into a shambolic tangle of sweat and cum-slicked limbs. Jiyong pulled Seunghyun in around him, arms pulled in tight around his middle, a leg slung over his hips as their breathing slowly normalised. Seunghyun kissed the nape of Jiyong’s neck making the smaller man smile in his post-orgasmic haze. Jiyong’s eyes drifted closed as he listened to Seunghyun’s ragged breathing, heart beating wildly against his back.
“You’re fucking amazing, Ji,” Seunghyun rasped in quiet breathy reverence against his throat. Jiyong smiled.
“My god, your o face. I swear it’s the most fucking intensely beautiful and sexy thing I’ve ever seen.” More delicate kisses planted along his shoulders, breathing still laboured.
“You can talk, my love. I could watch you falling apart like that for the rest of my life,” Jiyong replied smiling as he turned his body in to kiss his lover again.
“You’ll have plenty more chances to see it… if you play your cards right,” Seunghyun teased, mirth shining in his eyes. Jiyong traced his fingers along Seunghyun’s jawline, tongue lining the inside of his bottom lip before he leaned up, gripping the skin of his throat with his teeth as he growled playfully.
Seunghyun yelped before Jiyong let go dropping his head back to the mattress, a besotted smile plastered across his lips.
“Oh, is that so, mon petit dragon?” he growled low.
He planted a soft kiss on Ji’s brow and sighed propping his head against his hand.
“Mmm-hmm. And don’t you forget it,” Jiyong smiled up at him.
Seunghyun couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, dimples on full display. Jiyong was enraptured and reached up to trail a thumb along one of them.
“You’re so beautiful, Jiyong,” sincerity imbued Seunghyun’s words and Jiyong was overcome with emotion. He closed his eyes and pressed his face against Seunghyun’s chest, laying a small trail of kisses against his warm skin.
“I love you,” Seunghyun said quietly as he lifted his chin and leaned in to lightly press his lips against Jiyong’s. Jiyong leaned up into the soft curve of his mouth before relinquishing his kiss.
“Say it again,” Jiyong bit his bottom lip, grinning sheepishly.
“I love you, Jiyong,” a breathy whisper against his ear that sent a little shiver through him.
Seunghyun slid his hands down Jiyong’s side and interlaced his long fingers with Jiyong’s. He brought their hands up to his mouth and kissed along each of Jiyong’s knuckles. Jiyong felt his heart swell and an overwhelming affection inundated him, the resultant waves crashing against his ribcage. He figured he could easily lay here forever looking up at Seunghyun, listening to him telling him that he loved him and bathing in the warm glow of his post-coital luminescence.
“I’m going to do my damnedest to make sure you know, for as long as it takes,” the seductive resonance of Seunghyun’s voice and his warm breath ghosting against his ear made Jiyong shudder.
The thunderstorm raged outside, flashes of lightning and cracks of thunder punctuating their words.
“I think we have a very good case for needing to make up for lost time, beloved,” Jiyong sighed as he leaned in to kiss Seunghyun again, tongues swirling together in a slow dance.
It was then that Jiyong realised that Seunghyun tasted like rain and he wanted nothing more than to sink into his sweet saturating depths and drown in his love.
As rain slashed against the windows and the wind howled, lightning flashed and thunder roared as the raging storm battered the outside world, the two fell into a world of their own making.
They pushed and pulled, laughed and cried, fell into and for one another. Jiyong and Seunghyun poured themselves over and into the other like it was the only thing they were ever truly capable of.
Whispered promises of forever were temporarily etched into their skin with nimble fingers, honeyed lips and raking teeth as they made love and fucked until they couldn’t – collapsing against each other, lifeless and wilted. Their bodies harmoniously meshed together, sticky and spent, fingers and limbs entangled and hearts ablaze as they finally slipped into blissful slumber wrapped in the safe haven of each other’s arms.
As the rain fell outside, their dreams were gilded with the endless possibilities of what tomorrow meant.
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