Warm
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Humor, romance, smut
Summary: Seunghyun and Jiyong spends a couple of days in a cabin and while Seunghyun is super excited about the white, fluffy snow, Jiyong on the other hand just thinks it's fucking cold.
A/N: I wrote this to warm people up in the cold winter! Because winter in Norway is really cold.
It was cold.
Everything was terribly cold. All frozen and his breath was visible which it wasn’t supposed to be unless
he smoked, and he strongly disliked it. Only the inside of their small
cabin was warm and cozy and he would have enjoyed staying inside during
their whole stay there but it seemed like Seunghyun had different plans.
With a forlorn look on his face he looked back at the inviting
silhouette of the building before he trudged silently after his lover
who was busy running in the snow.
It was helping on his mood a little; seeing Seunghyun run around like a little kid and
play in the snow like he’d done during their filming for North Face.
Jiyong had packed enough clothes to survive the cold but for some reason
it was still cold. Maybe it was just his attitude, maybe because he
preferred being cuddled into his lover’s embrace and enjoying the
pleasant heat between them. Because Jiyong usually didn’t mind the cold
that much. Then again his toes were curled inside his shoes and his jaw
had lost all movement so that might’ve been some of the reason why.
“Hyung, can’t we ju-”
His plea was cut off quickly as he had to dodge a snowball being hurled towards him.
“What the fu-“This time he wasn’t fast enough and Seunghyun hit him right on
the side of his head. He grit his teeth and bent down to make his own
ball of snow to hurl back at him. If he wanted to play, then by gods
Jiyong would play with him. He could feel the snow melt on his cheek and
slide down his neck giving him the shivers as it happened to be
freezing cold water.
Seunghyun, the fucker, just laughed at him wholeheartedly and genuinely delighted about his reaction.
“You’re cold because you’re not moving enough, Jiyongie,” He laughed and tried
to avoid a big piece of snow heading right towards his face. The smaller
boy just clicked his tongue when he missed and grudgingly hurried to
make another one while trying his best not to have fun. However it was a
lost cause, Seunghyun’s gleeful mood had him equally cheerful in no
time and they ended up making their own walls of snow and made it a
genuine snowball fight. Like small kids they screamed as if they were
seriously going to get hurt if they got hit, rolling around on the white
blanket and breathing heavily.
In the end they couldn’t escape the creeping cold and wet feeling of water inside their
clothing and the way they were rapidly running out of energy. Jiyong
decided he would end it with a grand finale and squatted for a second,
gathering his last strength.
“Hyung, you better surrender!” He wheezed out and peeked to check if the older man wasn’t
planning on sneaking up on him from behind. It seemed safe as Seunghyun
was in the same position behind his own wall and waving his hand
tiredly.
“Forget it, I’m not giving up yet.”
With a smirk he stood up and faced Seunghyun after he threw a small snowball
which he managed to dodge. He wanted to laugh at his alarmed face as he
creeped closer and threw his own ball. Like he planned, it was easily
dodged but what the older man wasn’t expecting was Jiyong running
towards him with a huge bundle of snow. Seunghyun let out a rather
unmanly yelp before he covered his head as Jiyong crashed down on him
with the heap of snow and his body, knocking him backwards and down.
Their limbs tangled together as they struggled for a few seconds before
giving up, lying chest to chest and breathing heavily, unable to contain
their bubbling laughter. Jiyong felt heavy with fatigue and couldn’t
stop grinning when he raised his head from Seunghyun’s chest to look
into his eyes.
“I win,” Seunghyun chuckled at his words, his chest shaking. “But you were right, I’m all warmed up now.”
“See, now it’s not that bad.”
“Well, my clothes are wet though, I’ll be cold again soon.&rdquo
The older man laughed before suddenly rolling him over and hovered above
him with a smirk. Jiyong tried to look innocent as he was playfully
glared at.
“That last one of yours left me with a lot of water running down my back, it’s fucking cold,” There was no malice
in his words but Jiyong played along either way. He snaked his arms
around his neck and pulled him down for a quick press of their lips
which Seunghyun had no plans of denying him.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you?” His lover seemed to be pondering a bit
before kissing him again. It was nice, almost comfortable had it not
been for the way his clammy garments distracted him from the kisses.
“Alright let’s go back inside,” Seunghyun sat up with a final peck and pulled
him along after seeing the discomfort on Jiyongs face. He put his gloved
hand in his and they walked the trail back to the cabin. Just then the
older man decided to playfully knock over Jiyong’s small snow fort, and
Jiyong retaliated by pushing him down and running towards the house,
laughing at being chased by the older man.
When they stumbled inside trying to catch their breaths it was easy to calm
down again, their beating hearts calming down as they took off heavy
clothing and placed them to dry. The pair fell into an easy rhythm,
small talking while Seunghyun made some coffee to warm them up and
Jiyong wandering around and keeping him company. They simply enjoyed
each others presence, wanting to bask in the feeling of finally having
two days completely by themselves. Jiyong loved every second of it and
let his mind shut off everything called worries or work or
responsibilities. All he really wanted to focus on was Seunghyun and the
feeling of the warm, dark liquid sliding down his throat and warming
him up.
It was like his body was melting and suddenly
he felt extremely compelled to lie down and do absolutely nothing.
Together with Seunghyun he snuggled into the couch and spooned as they
used his computer to watch a couple of episodes of Infinity Challenge
that they had missed out on
“I might fall asleep soon, this is too comfortable…” Seunghyun breathed into his neck and
Jiyong couldn’t agree more, struggling to keep his eyes open. Without a
word he reached out to pause the episode before turning his body around,
pressing into his chest. Arms wrapped around him pulled him impossibly
closer in a comfortable position and before they could both count to ten
they’d fallen asleep, letting the lulling silence and warmth follow
them into darkness.
Jiyong blinked slowly as he woke, wanting to hide from the light in the room
that made him squint before taking in his surroundings. They were curled
up in a loose embrace and still on the couch, he had to stretch his
limbs a little, wondering about what time it was. Seunghyun stirred
before waking too as Jiyong untangled himself and sat up with a yawn,
his hair a mess. He saw the other man’s lips turn into a catlike smirk
as he struggled to wake as well.
“Your hair looks ridiculous,” He breathed, voice extra deep and husky from sleep, before pulling Jiyong down again.
“Whose fault is that, really,” Jiyong whined against his chest because of the
awkward position he ended up in. He shifted his body and leaned back on
the couch over Seunghyun’s waist and played with the string of his
hoodie with a smile.
“Not mine, that’s for sure. Your hair has a mind of its own.” Jiyong felt a hand rest on his thigh,
squeezing affectionately and he quickly abandoned the string in favor of
playing with his hand. He brushed his fingers over his knuckles and
massaged his palm, drawing circles and generally squeezing everywhere.
At least it seemed like Seunghyun was enjoying it since his head was
back against the pillow, eyes closed and his lips forming a small smile.
After a while of casual bantering between them they got up and headed towards
the shower, pleasantly noticing that they’d only been asleep for a
couple of hours. Jiyong was happy they still had more than a whole day
together to do whatever they wanted to do, loving how Seunghyun probably
thought the same thing. They shed their clothing and stepped into the
shower together, sighing as the warm water hit their strained backs.
Washing each other as they had done countless times before, Jiyong
couldn’t help but feel excited at Seunghyun’s touch and didn’t even try
to hide his own arousal. Luckily for him, neither did Seunghyun.
Even so they managed to make it out of the shower without attacking each
other simply because they didn’t feel any urgency. Jiyong knew he didn’t
have a lot of restraint when it came to his lover but he would quell
the desire until they’d finished eating their dinner, letting the
tension build until they were unable to take it anymore.
Still as comfortable as ever they ate some lame homemade dinner they managed
to throw together with their limited cooking skills. He had to admit it
was a lot of fun even though the taste wasn’t that amazing. It wasn’t
perfect but at the same time it was and Jiyong smiled at the thought
after they finished and migrated to the carpeted floor in front of the
fireplace. Never had Jiyong thought he would actually be able to do
this, he thought only actors in movies did stuff like this and he
would’ve felt absolutely ridiculous had Seunghyun not convinced him.
Having consumed a bottle of wine being on the receiving and giving end of soft
caresses they had now reached their limits. It didn’t take long before
Jiyong snatched both of their glasses and put them away hurriedly
pulling the older man down for a searing, needy kiss. Seunghyun
responded with equal fervor, caressing his jaw with his thumbs and
making Jiyong slightly dizzy with want. He sighed into the kiss and
arched his back as Seunghyun laid him down and covered him with his own
body as a blanket. They rolled on the carpet, warming each other up,
tangling and knocking their limbs together as pleasured gasps and moans
filled the room. Jiyong hurriedly shucked his own sweater and pants
before helping Seunghyun who was being way too slow. However before he
managed to rip the annoying pants of the man he was interrupted as he
stood up suddenly.
“Wait a second,” Seunghyun motioned for him to stay and Jiyong did, although not all that happy about it.
Without the others body against his he was starting to shiver from the
cold and lack of intimacy. Also his arousal wasn’t dying down just yet
and he was slowly going mad. He was about to open his mouth and demand
Seunghyun’s presence back when he saw what the older had in mind.
Oh.
Oooooh.
Seunghyun returned with a handful of snow and a smirk on his lips that made Jiyong shiver in anticipation this time.
“So that snow is finally being used for some good,” He was silenced with a
kiss as Seunghyun almost roughly pushed him down on the carpet and
kissed him hard. A hand snaked up his leg and rested on his hips,
keeping him from moving. Then the cold came as the snow was introduced
to his skin. His eyes widened and he gasped as Seunghyun used two
fingers to guide the snow along his side and stomach until it all
melted. He tried to escape the uncomfortable cold but at the same time
he didn’t want to because it was incredibly hot and with the way
Seunghyun was touching him he was slowly losing it.
Another drawn out moan escaped his lips as he felt cold wetness along the inside of his thighs which moved upwards so so
close to his crotch. He arched his back, unable to move further because
of the hand holding him down and looked at the others eyes pleadingly.
It was truly delicious torture that probably only Seunghyun was able to
give him. He didn’t even hold back his groan when the water trickled
down his skin and left a trail of shivers along its path.
“You like it?” Seunghyun smirked at him, not waiting for an answer as he
dragged the snow mercilessly along his shaft. Finally losing his
patience after seeing that damn smirk he pulled the older man down and
drank from his lips once more, moaning into his breath as he finally
started moving his hand, rubbing his dick languidly and teasingly slow.
Jiyong almost wanted to scream but opted to thrust his hips into that
warm but still cold hand and show him just how much he wanted it. Even
with the snow all melted and wet, Seunghyun still didn’t seem to have
mercy on him. Of course, after all this time he knew Jiyong’s every weak
spot and he lived to abuse them much to his joy.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore, just hurry up and fuck me,” The older man
didn’t even grin at him with that catlike mouth of his, he only bent
down to kiss the life out of him, knowing just what he wanted and
needed. Jiyong almost cried at the feeling of Seunghyun pressing into
him without any preparation, only remains of cold water coating his
dick. He loved it when the man didn’t even bother taking of his pants,
just fucked him fast and hard.
This time though it seemed like Seunghyun was intent on torturing him; thrusting deep and
slow to drive him mad with lust because he knew exactly where his
prostrate was and how to hit it. The movement was just enough to brush
his sweet spot briefly and the bastard knew it. Even so Jiyong was
unable to move, all the stimulation and his sense going wild as strong
hands travelled everywhere on his body, squeezing and massaging
sensually. He received one more sloppy kiss, Seunghyun losing his cool
almost as fast as Jiyong before his leg was hoisted over a shoulder and
he was penetrated once again. A loud cry came from his flushed lips as
he was filled roughly, the pain quickly covered by pleasure and arousal,
feeling the familiar tension in his stomach.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, ngh, before you’ve even- aaah,” He had trouble forming sentences because Seunghyun was deliberately
hitting his prostrate dead on, wrecking him from the inside. His back
arched violently, Jiyong didn’t know what to do with himself, it felt
too good. Stomach tightening even more, the wonderful feeling of release
coming to him. Then it was over, Jiyong tumbled over the edge with a
cry and Seunghyun helped him along the way by pumping him quickly,
milking him completely until it became unbearable and he had to swat his
hand away. It didn’t help that his lover was still pounding into him,
still hitting the same spot dead on. But Jiyong clenched around him,
meeting his thrusts and soon he came with a low moan into his shoulder
and slumped down on top of him, mouthing his collarbone.
“That was nice…” Seunghyun panted and Jiyong grinned back at him, pulling his
head up for a kiss that seemed like the sweetest one yet. Slowly he
raked his blunt nails down his lover’s back, satisfied when feeling the
grip around his waist tighten slightly.
“Mmm…” He hummed and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. Jiyong briefly
considered locking themselves in and by ‘accident’ having to stay in the
cabin for another few days. He didn’t think anyone would mind,
especially not Seunghyun. Jiyong rolled him over and straddled his waist
with a smirk before grinding his hips tantalizingly slow.
“I’m all warmed up, hyung.”
END.
Genre: Humor, romance, smut
Summary: Seunghyun and Jiyong spends a couple of days in a cabin and while Seunghyun is super excited about the white, fluffy snow, Jiyong on the other hand just thinks it's fucking cold.
A/N: I wrote this to warm people up in the cold winter! Because winter in Norway is really cold.
It was cold.
Everything was terribly cold. All frozen and his breath was visible which it wasn’t supposed to be unless
he smoked, and he strongly disliked it. Only the inside of their small
cabin was warm and cozy and he would have enjoyed staying inside during
their whole stay there but it seemed like Seunghyun had different plans.
With a forlorn look on his face he looked back at the inviting
silhouette of the building before he trudged silently after his lover
who was busy running in the snow.
It was helping on his mood a little; seeing Seunghyun run around like a little kid and
play in the snow like he’d done during their filming for North Face.
Jiyong had packed enough clothes to survive the cold but for some reason
it was still cold. Maybe it was just his attitude, maybe because he
preferred being cuddled into his lover’s embrace and enjoying the
pleasant heat between them. Because Jiyong usually didn’t mind the cold
that much. Then again his toes were curled inside his shoes and his jaw
had lost all movement so that might’ve been some of the reason why.
“Hyung, can’t we ju-”
His plea was cut off quickly as he had to dodge a snowball being hurled towards him.
“What the fu-“This time he wasn’t fast enough and Seunghyun hit him right on
the side of his head. He grit his teeth and bent down to make his own
ball of snow to hurl back at him. If he wanted to play, then by gods
Jiyong would play with him. He could feel the snow melt on his cheek and
slide down his neck giving him the shivers as it happened to be
freezing cold water.
Seunghyun, the fucker, just laughed at him wholeheartedly and genuinely delighted about his reaction.
“You’re cold because you’re not moving enough, Jiyongie,” He laughed and tried
to avoid a big piece of snow heading right towards his face. The smaller
boy just clicked his tongue when he missed and grudgingly hurried to
make another one while trying his best not to have fun. However it was a
lost cause, Seunghyun’s gleeful mood had him equally cheerful in no
time and they ended up making their own walls of snow and made it a
genuine snowball fight. Like small kids they screamed as if they were
seriously going to get hurt if they got hit, rolling around on the white
blanket and breathing heavily.
In the end they couldn’t escape the creeping cold and wet feeling of water inside their
clothing and the way they were rapidly running out of energy. Jiyong
decided he would end it with a grand finale and squatted for a second,
gathering his last strength.
“Hyung, you better surrender!” He wheezed out and peeked to check if the older man wasn’t
planning on sneaking up on him from behind. It seemed safe as Seunghyun
was in the same position behind his own wall and waving his hand
tiredly.
“Forget it, I’m not giving up yet.”
With a smirk he stood up and faced Seunghyun after he threw a small snowball
which he managed to dodge. He wanted to laugh at his alarmed face as he
creeped closer and threw his own ball. Like he planned, it was easily
dodged but what the older man wasn’t expecting was Jiyong running
towards him with a huge bundle of snow. Seunghyun let out a rather
unmanly yelp before he covered his head as Jiyong crashed down on him
with the heap of snow and his body, knocking him backwards and down.
Their limbs tangled together as they struggled for a few seconds before
giving up, lying chest to chest and breathing heavily, unable to contain
their bubbling laughter. Jiyong felt heavy with fatigue and couldn’t
stop grinning when he raised his head from Seunghyun’s chest to look
into his eyes.
“I win,” Seunghyun chuckled at his words, his chest shaking. “But you were right, I’m all warmed up now.”
“See, now it’s not that bad.”
“Well, my clothes are wet though, I’ll be cold again soon.&rdquo
The older man laughed before suddenly rolling him over and hovered above
him with a smirk. Jiyong tried to look innocent as he was playfully
glared at.
“That last one of yours left me with a lot of water running down my back, it’s fucking cold,” There was no malice
in his words but Jiyong played along either way. He snaked his arms
around his neck and pulled him down for a quick press of their lips
which Seunghyun had no plans of denying him.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you?” His lover seemed to be pondering a bit
before kissing him again. It was nice, almost comfortable had it not
been for the way his clammy garments distracted him from the kisses.
“Alright let’s go back inside,” Seunghyun sat up with a final peck and pulled
him along after seeing the discomfort on Jiyongs face. He put his gloved
hand in his and they walked the trail back to the cabin. Just then the
older man decided to playfully knock over Jiyong’s small snow fort, and
Jiyong retaliated by pushing him down and running towards the house,
laughing at being chased by the older man.
When they stumbled inside trying to catch their breaths it was easy to calm
down again, their beating hearts calming down as they took off heavy
clothing and placed them to dry. The pair fell into an easy rhythm,
small talking while Seunghyun made some coffee to warm them up and
Jiyong wandering around and keeping him company. They simply enjoyed
each others presence, wanting to bask in the feeling of finally having
two days completely by themselves. Jiyong loved every second of it and
let his mind shut off everything called worries or work or
responsibilities. All he really wanted to focus on was Seunghyun and the
feeling of the warm, dark liquid sliding down his throat and warming
him up.
It was like his body was melting and suddenly
he felt extremely compelled to lie down and do absolutely nothing.
Together with Seunghyun he snuggled into the couch and spooned as they
used his computer to watch a couple of episodes of Infinity Challenge
that they had missed out on
“I might fall asleep soon, this is too comfortable…” Seunghyun breathed into his neck and
Jiyong couldn’t agree more, struggling to keep his eyes open. Without a
word he reached out to pause the episode before turning his body around,
pressing into his chest. Arms wrapped around him pulled him impossibly
closer in a comfortable position and before they could both count to ten
they’d fallen asleep, letting the lulling silence and warmth follow
them into darkness.
Jiyong blinked slowly as he woke, wanting to hide from the light in the room
that made him squint before taking in his surroundings. They were curled
up in a loose embrace and still on the couch, he had to stretch his
limbs a little, wondering about what time it was. Seunghyun stirred
before waking too as Jiyong untangled himself and sat up with a yawn,
his hair a mess. He saw the other man’s lips turn into a catlike smirk
as he struggled to wake as well.
“Your hair looks ridiculous,” He breathed, voice extra deep and husky from sleep, before pulling Jiyong down again.
“Whose fault is that, really,” Jiyong whined against his chest because of the
awkward position he ended up in. He shifted his body and leaned back on
the couch over Seunghyun’s waist and played with the string of his
hoodie with a smile.
“Not mine, that’s for sure. Your hair has a mind of its own.” Jiyong felt a hand rest on his thigh,
squeezing affectionately and he quickly abandoned the string in favor of
playing with his hand. He brushed his fingers over his knuckles and
massaged his palm, drawing circles and generally squeezing everywhere.
At least it seemed like Seunghyun was enjoying it since his head was
back against the pillow, eyes closed and his lips forming a small smile.
After a while of casual bantering between them they got up and headed towards
the shower, pleasantly noticing that they’d only been asleep for a
couple of hours. Jiyong was happy they still had more than a whole day
together to do whatever they wanted to do, loving how Seunghyun probably
thought the same thing. They shed their clothing and stepped into the
shower together, sighing as the warm water hit their strained backs.
Washing each other as they had done countless times before, Jiyong
couldn’t help but feel excited at Seunghyun’s touch and didn’t even try
to hide his own arousal. Luckily for him, neither did Seunghyun.
Even so they managed to make it out of the shower without attacking each
other simply because they didn’t feel any urgency. Jiyong knew he didn’t
have a lot of restraint when it came to his lover but he would quell
the desire until they’d finished eating their dinner, letting the
tension build until they were unable to take it anymore.
Still as comfortable as ever they ate some lame homemade dinner they managed
to throw together with their limited cooking skills. He had to admit it
was a lot of fun even though the taste wasn’t that amazing. It wasn’t
perfect but at the same time it was and Jiyong smiled at the thought
after they finished and migrated to the carpeted floor in front of the
fireplace. Never had Jiyong thought he would actually be able to do
this, he thought only actors in movies did stuff like this and he
would’ve felt absolutely ridiculous had Seunghyun not convinced him.
Having consumed a bottle of wine being on the receiving and giving end of soft
caresses they had now reached their limits. It didn’t take long before
Jiyong snatched both of their glasses and put them away hurriedly
pulling the older man down for a searing, needy kiss. Seunghyun
responded with equal fervor, caressing his jaw with his thumbs and
making Jiyong slightly dizzy with want. He sighed into the kiss and
arched his back as Seunghyun laid him down and covered him with his own
body as a blanket. They rolled on the carpet, warming each other up,
tangling and knocking their limbs together as pleasured gasps and moans
filled the room. Jiyong hurriedly shucked his own sweater and pants
before helping Seunghyun who was being way too slow. However before he
managed to rip the annoying pants of the man he was interrupted as he
stood up suddenly.
“Wait a second,” Seunghyun motioned for him to stay and Jiyong did, although not all that happy about it.
Without the others body against his he was starting to shiver from the
cold and lack of intimacy. Also his arousal wasn’t dying down just yet
and he was slowly going mad. He was about to open his mouth and demand
Seunghyun’s presence back when he saw what the older had in mind.
Oh.
Oooooh.
Seunghyun returned with a handful of snow and a smirk on his lips that made Jiyong shiver in anticipation this time.
“So that snow is finally being used for some good,” He was silenced with a
kiss as Seunghyun almost roughly pushed him down on the carpet and
kissed him hard. A hand snaked up his leg and rested on his hips,
keeping him from moving. Then the cold came as the snow was introduced
to his skin. His eyes widened and he gasped as Seunghyun used two
fingers to guide the snow along his side and stomach until it all
melted. He tried to escape the uncomfortable cold but at the same time
he didn’t want to because it was incredibly hot and with the way
Seunghyun was touching him he was slowly losing it.
Another drawn out moan escaped his lips as he felt cold wetness along the inside of his thighs which moved upwards so so
close to his crotch. He arched his back, unable to move further because
of the hand holding him down and looked at the others eyes pleadingly.
It was truly delicious torture that probably only Seunghyun was able to
give him. He didn’t even hold back his groan when the water trickled
down his skin and left a trail of shivers along its path.
“You like it?” Seunghyun smirked at him, not waiting for an answer as he
dragged the snow mercilessly along his shaft. Finally losing his
patience after seeing that damn smirk he pulled the older man down and
drank from his lips once more, moaning into his breath as he finally
started moving his hand, rubbing his dick languidly and teasingly slow.
Jiyong almost wanted to scream but opted to thrust his hips into that
warm but still cold hand and show him just how much he wanted it. Even
with the snow all melted and wet, Seunghyun still didn’t seem to have
mercy on him. Of course, after all this time he knew Jiyong’s every weak
spot and he lived to abuse them much to his joy.
“Please, I can’t take it anymore, just hurry up and fuck me,” The older man
didn’t even grin at him with that catlike mouth of his, he only bent
down to kiss the life out of him, knowing just what he wanted and
needed. Jiyong almost cried at the feeling of Seunghyun pressing into
him without any preparation, only remains of cold water coating his
dick. He loved it when the man didn’t even bother taking of his pants,
just fucked him fast and hard.
This time though it seemed like Seunghyun was intent on torturing him; thrusting deep and
slow to drive him mad with lust because he knew exactly where his
prostrate was and how to hit it. The movement was just enough to brush
his sweet spot briefly and the bastard knew it. Even so Jiyong was
unable to move, all the stimulation and his sense going wild as strong
hands travelled everywhere on his body, squeezing and massaging
sensually. He received one more sloppy kiss, Seunghyun losing his cool
almost as fast as Jiyong before his leg was hoisted over a shoulder and
he was penetrated once again. A loud cry came from his flushed lips as
he was filled roughly, the pain quickly covered by pleasure and arousal,
feeling the familiar tension in his stomach.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, ngh, before you’ve even- aaah,” He had trouble forming sentences because Seunghyun was deliberately
hitting his prostrate dead on, wrecking him from the inside. His back
arched violently, Jiyong didn’t know what to do with himself, it felt
too good. Stomach tightening even more, the wonderful feeling of release
coming to him. Then it was over, Jiyong tumbled over the edge with a
cry and Seunghyun helped him along the way by pumping him quickly,
milking him completely until it became unbearable and he had to swat his
hand away. It didn’t help that his lover was still pounding into him,
still hitting the same spot dead on. But Jiyong clenched around him,
meeting his thrusts and soon he came with a low moan into his shoulder
and slumped down on top of him, mouthing his collarbone.
“That was nice…” Seunghyun panted and Jiyong grinned back at him, pulling his
head up for a kiss that seemed like the sweetest one yet. Slowly he
raked his blunt nails down his lover’s back, satisfied when feeling the
grip around his waist tighten slightly.
“Mmm…” He hummed and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. Jiyong briefly
considered locking themselves in and by ‘accident’ having to stay in the
cabin for another few days. He didn’t think anyone would mind,
especially not Seunghyun. Jiyong rolled him over and straddled his waist
with a smirk before grinding his hips tantalizingly slow.
“I’m all warmed up, hyung.”
END.