Can't Give You Up
Title: Can’t Give You Up
Author bae_wumbo
Pairing: KiSeob
Genre: AU/Smut/Angst/WUMBO SENSE.
Rating NC 17
Summary Marriage affects everyone…
Authors Note: Hmm…kinda indifferent on this one. Not sure if I did well, but I like the idea. I’m sorry if it sucks again. xD. It’s just my mind, going on random rampages, tangents, and other things. Sorry if there are any mistakes, kinda sorta just wrote it on the spot in a couple hours. On a separate note: I should get to those requests…stupid me. I’ll get to them spring break…well, I’ll try. I’m always short on inspiration…which is author crap for being LAZY. xD
“St-stop, g-get off…we can’t d-do this anymore…” Ki Kwang kept trying to push the oversexed ball of fluff off of his lap, but he just wouldn’t budge. “Y-you know what I said, I’ve b-been-…” cut off.
Yoseob quiets him down, pushing his lips against Ki Kwang’s as his hips twist and wiggle on the his friend’s lap. “I-…I know what you said,” he pants in between kisses, “please, just one last time.” Yoseob’s tiny hands fumbled with the bow tie on Ki Kwang’s neck, taking off his own suit jacket and throwing it on the arm of the bench. Once he got the bow off and unbuttoned a few top buttons, he immediately latched onto Ki Kwang’s neck, licking, sucking, trying to gather as much of the man’s flavor as possible. “Y-you remember? D-do you remember when we used to do this in high school Kwangie? B-before t-that--…before that bitch-“
Ki Kwang weakly pushed at Yoseob’s hips and ended up just helping the boy grind harder, “don’t talk about her that way…” he chided the blond boy.
“How can I not? S-she--…she stole you from m-…”
“Bullshit…” Ki Kwang’s could feel the other’s hands working on the rest of his buttons, and as each of them were pulled out of their spot on his shirt, he would hold the open parts together, as if he wanted to hide his body. Yoseob didn’t need to see it. He knew it all too well already. “Y-you had your chance, you know that…”
Yoseob continued to argue with his former lover, “b-but,” he stopped to remove Ki Kwang’s white-button dress shirt, throwing it with his bowtie on the arm of the bench, leaving him in a tight wife beater, “I-…t-that’s not fair! I was dumb, I-…I thought you were just u-using me for some fun…”
“Even after all of those times I told you I loved you?” he started to help Yoseob with his own clothes, mentally and physically giving up on preventing THIS from really happening. He knew that after a certain point, it was useless to resist. “I told you-…I told you this exactly, ‘Yo-‘”
Yoseob finished his sentence, “’Yoseobbie, I love you…’ I-…I know…’” He sniffed audibly, wiping his tears from his face and letting Ki Kwang undress him. “I-…I thought it was j-just some ploy…j-just to get in my pants the next time.” Yoseob adjusted his small frame on Ki Kwang’s body, moving his own body closer to the other man’s, scooting up his lap.
“I called you, texted you, told you in person every day that I loved you...and you still didn't believe me? How dense can you be Yoseob?" He was getting a little agitated, annoyed at how stupid Yoseob was and still is.
"P-please, don't say that..."
"Yoseob," he sighed, "why couldn't you just believe me?" He looked at Yoseob and raised his chin so that Yoseob would look at him in the eyes.
Yoseob looked at Ki Kwang with a pout on his lips, and shiny, teary eyes. “K-kiss me. Please…I wanna feel it one more time…”
Ki Kwang granted Yoseob’s wish, cupping the blond boy’s face and pulling him in for a light kiss. Yoseob’s mouth opened, accepting the warm tongue he had grown accustomed to over the years, sucking on it hungrily as if he were to die in the next few hours. He got anxious, grabbing Ki Kwang’s face himself and deepening the kiss. The sounds of their wet kissing filled the room, and Ki Kwang’s hands found their way to their home.
The groom kneaded Yoseob’s butt, rubbing it through his black dress pants and feeling the familiar softness and hearing the familiar whines dripping out of the other boy’s mouth.
“Kwangie…” Yoseob sniffed again, breaking the kiss and hiding his sadness in the groom’s shoulder, “you-…you’re getting married today…”
“I-…I am…”
“T-…” he wiped his leaky nose on the strap of the white shirt, “t-to a really nice lady.”
“…” Ki Kwang didn’t reply. He stopped playing with Yoseob’s butt, bringing one of his hands up to wipe a tear falling down his cheek.
“You’re going to be so happy, I just know it…” Yoseob couldn’t hold it in anymore. He began to sob, uncontrollably, to the point where his tears rolled down the groom’s back.
“…st-… stop Yoseobbie…” he sniffed too, silently crying, remembering all of their meet-ups during his relationship to his soon to be wife, his times with Yoseob in school and how they were always best friends, and the thought that overwhelmed him most of all, was the realization.
After marriage, there will be no such thing as Yoseob and Ki Kwang.
“I-…I love you so much, Yoseobbie.” Ki Kwang’s heart throbbed. He could never say that after his wedding day.
“K-kwangiee…” Yoseob hugged Ki Kwang across the shoulders and nuzzled his head in the groom’s neck, “I love you too…”
Ki Kwang choked up. He knew that was coming, but that stupid realization, the revelation that he will never hear that again after his wedding day. He picked up Yoseob, feeling the boy immediately wrap his legs around his body and cling so tight.
“Wh-…what are you doing?” Yoseob perked his head up and wiped his nose, looking like a little kid again as he tried to look Ki Kwang in the eyes with one hand around his neck.
Ki Kwang said nothing as he plopped Yoseob on the large, cushiony circle couch. He climbed onto the couch on his knees, finding a spot between Yoseob’s spread legs. He brushed Yoseob’s blond bangs out of his eyes and wiped his cheeks of the salty tears.
“Kwangie…” Yoseob smiled, his heart throbbing and beating so fast just because of a little touch.
Ki Kwang’s eyes began to twinkle in the light and well up with tears, “Yoseobbie…I’ll be damned if I can’t make you happy one last time.”
And with that, it began.
The beginning, of the end.
Yoseob’s chin quivered, and Ki Kwang stopped it, holding it still with his fingers. “No more crying,” he wiped whatever tears were left in his own eyes and continued, “I promise, I’ll leave you with enough love to last you a lifetime.”
“K-…K-Kwangie…” he whimpered, crumbling under the romantic resolve of his Ki Kwang.
Ki Kwang planted himself on all fours, his hands and legs on both sides of Yoseob’s body. He brought himself close to Yoseob’s face, caressing the boy’s cheeks with the back of his hand, “you’re so pretty, Yoseob.”
Yoseob’s knee came up, rubbing against Ki Kwang’s dress pant covered crotch. He grabbed Ki Kwang’s hand and sucked on the tip of his finger, “and you’re so handsome, Ki Kwang…”
Ki Kwang removed his finger from Yoseob’s mouth, replacing it with his tongue. He kissed Yoseob sweetly, massing Yoseob’s tongue with his own, to which Yoseob gratefully returned, sucking the grooms tongue hungrily. The blond boy tugged greedily at Ki Kwang’s wife beater during the kiss, whining in his mouth something that sounded like, “take it off, please.”
Ki Kwang smirked as he broke from the kiss, “still greedy, little Yoseob.” The smaller boy replied with a mere smirk, sitting up as Ki Kwang got on his knees and removed his shirt, crossing his arms and pulling it over his head.
Yoseob was already there, sucking and nipping at every little bit of Ki Kwang his mouth could handle. “A-ahn...Ssobbie…” the groom whimpered, holding the boy’s head against his chest as he licked away at a taut nipple.
Yoseob’s lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. “Yoseobbie, Yoseobbiee…” he panted out in heavy breaths, trying to figure out how this moment was more pleasurable than all of the others.
The blond’s hands ran rampant, tracing every line of definition on Ki Kwang’s torso, dragging his finger tips along the solid “V” that Ki Kwang’s body made. His fingers blindly searched for the button, his eyes still closed, and his mouth still steadily sucking on a nipple. He clicked it open, unzipping Ki Kwang’s dress pants and pushing them down.
Ki Kwang complied with Yoseob’s actions, quickly slipping out of his pants and letting Yoseob continue his ministrations. “You always liked to lick me all over before getting to the good stuff, huh.” Ki Kwang petted Yoseob’s blond head, smiling as he got used to the swirl of Yoseob’s skilled, familiar tongue.
“You know I always liked your body, Kwangie…” he stopped only to smile at Ki Kwang, slipping his tongue lower to lap at his chocolaty abs. Yoseob’s hands ran up and down the man’s sides, silently appreciating, loving, and remembering all of his manly curves.
Ki Kwang gasped, feeling the sudden and all too familiar grasp of Yoseob’s hands on his heat. The boy’s hands happily touched, groped, and stroked the length from the outside, outlining his erection in all its glory.
Ki Kwang bit his lip, feeling that wet tongue of Yoseob slip lower, until it stopped to lap just above the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, teasingly, Yoseob pulled down Ki Kwang’s underwear, letting the head catch in the fabric to that he could see it bounce happily.
The boy’s lips formed into a smile as Ki Kwang’s cock perked up and out of his underwear and slapped his hard stomach. “A-ah,” he moaned, knocking Yoseob’s head with his knuckle and smiling.
Yoseob winked up at Ki Kwang, signaling him about what he’s about to do. Ki Kwang got out of his underwear and remained on his knees, licking his lips as he winked back at Yoseob.
Yoseob bit his lip and smiled devilishly, watching a bulb of precum form at the tip. He touched his tongue to the weeping slit lapping and pulling away constantly, just to see that shiny mixture of saliva and precum connect his tongue to Ki Kwang’s heat.
“Does my love honey taste good?”
“Mmhm…” Yoseob giggled a little bit, remembering the exact day he made up that term for Ki Kwang’s precum.
“Hehe, you like that word, huh, ‘love honey’.” Ki Kwang tried to hold in his excitement, giggling here and there to distract himself from the little tongue lapping and begging for more precum. Yoseob looked up at Ki Kwang with an unsure face, and he always knew what that meant.
“You may, Yoseobbie…” he stroked the happy boy’s cheek once more with the back of his hand, watching him open his mouth and clamp down softly on the head. Ki Kwang’s head immediately started spinning. Never had he gotten used to that tongue and Yoseob’s pure skill.
Yoseob’s tongue swirled and prodded Ki Kwang’s slit while his warm mouth sucked softly, wetly, noisily. Ki Kwang distracted himself, rubbing his abs, his own butt, something other than his sensitive nipples. His body began to rumble with that familiar feeling of the urge to come. He grabbed Yoseob’s hair gently and pulled him back, “W-wait, I want it to last.”
He took a few breaths and stroked himself as Yoseob whimpered for more. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Without warning, once Ki Kwang let go, Yoseob started to massage his balls, rolling them in between his fingers as he pushed himself to take as much of Ki Kwang’s cock into his throat as possible.
“Y-Y-Yoseob!” he yelped, silently whimpering and watching. Yoseob’s young mouth worked around Ki Kwang’s dick, wetting it and swallowing it to its best potential. The mere sight of Yoseob’s lips wrapped around his cock made Ki Kwang want to explode. He was always cute during sex, but on this specific day, he seemed almost angelic, and the blond hair only contributed to that thought.
Yoseob took it all the way in, his lips moving against Ki Kwang’s soft skin at his base. “Y-Yoseobbie, p-please, o-oh God, I have to come…”
The moment ended too fast as Ki Kwang could not hold it anymore. His thick milk dribbled out of his cock, filling Yoseob’s mouth and making it warm and sticky.
The boy on the receiving end whimpered, whined as he drank every drop of cum that Ki Kwang had to offer. He even went as far as grazing his teeth against the shaft, trying so hard to milk out every bit of semen that he could swallow. The corners of his mouth were wet with cum, sliding down his chin and dripping on the couch. Ki Kwang saw it and brought Yoseob up on his knees, licking his own juice off of Yoseob’s chin. “Now, what did you call this again?”
“Love milk, Kwangie…” he giggled as he delighted in the warm tongue cleaning his chin. Without missing a beat, Yoseob pulled himself away from Ki Kwang, laying on his stomach and propping his butt up in the air. “I want it, one more time, Kwangie…”
Ki Kwang knew this was coming. Yoseob was the kind of boy that never could be satisfied with the basics alone, he always wanted more.
The groom smirked as he moved behind Yoseob, pulling down the boy’s pants and revealing a wet pair of white underwear. Yoseob bit his finger and looked back at Ki Kwang innocently as the other looked at him with feigned dismay.
“I-…I couldn’t hold it in…” Yoseob wiggled his little butt to divert Ki Kwang’s attention.
The man started to remove Yoseob’s underwear, sliding off his butt and his thin girly legs, letting it hang on one of Yoseob’s feet. “When did you come?” he asked simply, massaging Yoseob’s beautiful bottom.
“W-when I was…s-sucking you…” Yoseob loved to play innocent, and it hooked Ki Kwang every time.
“Couldn’t hold it in huh…” Ki Kwang spread Yoseob’s eager little cheeks and leaned in, lapping once at the tight pucker.
“N-nghhn…” Yoseob’s legs twitched and his back arched like a feline down towards the couch.
Ki Kwang licked it again, feeling Yoseob’s butt shiver against his tongue. He continued to lap at Yoseob’s behind, sucking on the pucker, kissing it, and making it entirely too wet and hot.
Yoseob began to whimper incessantly, pushing back against that tongue to find pleasure just one more time. And he found it.
Ki Kwang’s tongue started to enter his hole, slipping in and out, tongue fucking him. It made Yoseob’s cock stand at attention and drool his own type of “love honey.” Ki Kwang reached under Yoseob’s body, collecting his clear honey and slathering it on his cock, preparing both himself and Yoseob.
Yoseob panted as he felt Ki Kwang’s fingers squeeze his cock for more precum. It made him whine like a poor little puppy.
“P-please…I want you inside me already…” He begged. For one last time, he begged for satisfaction from his loving provider.
Ki Kwang had as much patience as Yoseob. He just wanted to prep the other boy so it wouldn’t hurt as much, and now that, that’s accomplished…
“Yoseob,” he turned Yoseob onto his back, positioning his cock at the boy’s entrance and pushing gently.
“K-Ki Kwang,” the tears began to surface once more, remembering that there was nothing to be had after this last time. “I-…I’m sorry, y-you said n-no more tears b-but, K-Kwangie…”
Ki Kwang was thinking of the same exact thing. “I-it’s okay…you can cry…” and with that, he pushed, his head popping in and the tight ring of muscle squeezing in response.
“G-guhhn…” they both moaned, feeling like it’s their first time all over again.
“Kwangie…d-deeper…”
The groom pushed harder, his shaft slowly being sucked and swallowed into Yoseob’s welcoming body. Yoseob winced, but he knew that it always began with pain, and ended with pleasure. He endured through it, relieved when Ki Kwang’s balls tapped lightly against his butt. The hard part was over.
“M-move it…m-move your cock inside me…” Ki Kwang complied, wiggling his hips and searching for that spot he knew and loved so much. He knows he’s got it, when he hears, “Nnghhan…” That little drunk moan that Yoseob always whimpers out when he starts to feel it.
“That’s it baby, that’s my spot, right Yoseobbie?”
“Y-yeah, your spot, Kwangie…all your’s…” he was lost in pleasure, no longer feeling any pains about his friend’s marriage. The immense body heat, the aura of love emitting from Ki Kwang’s body was enough to overpower any regrets in Yoseob’s mind, body, and soul.
“God, I love you so much, Yoseob…” Ki Kwang started to move more erratically, pulling out all the way and ramming back into familiar territory.
“I love you too, Ki Kwang…” Yoseob managed to grunt out between thrusts, smiling as he pulled Ki Kwang’s head into his neck.
Ki Kwang lifted Yoseob’s legs a bit as he nibbled on the boy’s neck, trying to last. He knew he would only be able to last for a little while, however.
“Y-Yoseob…I-…I have to come again…” Ki Kwang whined out, feeling his dick pulse and churn Yoseob’s insides.
Yoseob wasn’t far behind though, “M-me too, Kwangie…t-together…let’s come together.”
Within a few minutes, his wish was fulfilled once more, as they both came at the same time, screaming and panting each other’s names.
Ki Kwang’s “love milk” plastered Yoseob’s inner walls, coating it and warming his insides to the max. The volume was too much for Yoseob’s butt to handle, as some of it dripped and slid out of his hole.
Yoseob’s load painted his chest and his stomach, as well as Ki Kwang’s, warming the surface of their bodies.
“Yoseob, I-…I made a terrible mistake…”
“W-what?”
“M-marrying that woman…w-what am I doing? I love you, o-only you…”
“N-no…you’re getting married today. You made your decision…and-…and I made my own.”
A moment of silence created a tense atmosphere in the dressing room.
“S-so…I guess this really was the last time…”
“I-…I guess so…” Yoseob began sniffing again, this time smiling, trying to accept this arrangement. “Y-you know…I’ll never let you go, Kwangie…”
“I know…”
Ki Kwang smiled as he watched his boy cry, shiny, sorrowful tears falling down his cheek. He kissed them away, connecting his lips to Yoseob’s in the end, sharing one more sweet kiss.
“You can count on me never letting you go either…Yoseobbie…”
I'm sorry about the ending. ITS SOOO DUMB. xD
Author bae_wumbo
Pairing: KiSeob
Genre: AU/Smut/Angst/WUMBO SENSE.
Rating NC 17
Summary Marriage affects everyone…
Authors Note: Hmm…kinda indifferent on this one. Not sure if I did well, but I like the idea. I’m sorry if it sucks again. xD. It’s just my mind, going on random rampages, tangents, and other things. Sorry if there are any mistakes, kinda sorta just wrote it on the spot in a couple hours. On a separate note: I should get to those requests…stupid me. I’ll get to them spring break…well, I’ll try. I’m always short on inspiration…which is author crap for being LAZY. xD
“St-stop, g-get off…we can’t d-do this anymore…” Ki Kwang kept trying to push the oversexed ball of fluff off of his lap, but he just wouldn’t budge. “Y-you know what I said, I’ve b-been-…” cut off.
Yoseob quiets him down, pushing his lips against Ki Kwang’s as his hips twist and wiggle on the his friend’s lap. “I-…I know what you said,” he pants in between kisses, “please, just one last time.” Yoseob’s tiny hands fumbled with the bow tie on Ki Kwang’s neck, taking off his own suit jacket and throwing it on the arm of the bench. Once he got the bow off and unbuttoned a few top buttons, he immediately latched onto Ki Kwang’s neck, licking, sucking, trying to gather as much of the man’s flavor as possible. “Y-you remember? D-do you remember when we used to do this in high school Kwangie? B-before t-that--…before that bitch-“
Ki Kwang weakly pushed at Yoseob’s hips and ended up just helping the boy grind harder, “don’t talk about her that way…” he chided the blond boy.
“How can I not? S-she--…she stole you from m-…”
“Bullshit…” Ki Kwang’s could feel the other’s hands working on the rest of his buttons, and as each of them were pulled out of their spot on his shirt, he would hold the open parts together, as if he wanted to hide his body. Yoseob didn’t need to see it. He knew it all too well already. “Y-you had your chance, you know that…”
Yoseob continued to argue with his former lover, “b-but,” he stopped to remove Ki Kwang’s white-button dress shirt, throwing it with his bowtie on the arm of the bench, leaving him in a tight wife beater, “I-…t-that’s not fair! I was dumb, I-…I thought you were just u-using me for some fun…”
“Even after all of those times I told you I loved you?” he started to help Yoseob with his own clothes, mentally and physically giving up on preventing THIS from really happening. He knew that after a certain point, it was useless to resist. “I told you-…I told you this exactly, ‘Yo-‘”
Yoseob finished his sentence, “’Yoseobbie, I love you…’ I-…I know…’” He sniffed audibly, wiping his tears from his face and letting Ki Kwang undress him. “I-…I thought it was j-just some ploy…j-just to get in my pants the next time.” Yoseob adjusted his small frame on Ki Kwang’s body, moving his own body closer to the other man’s, scooting up his lap.
“I called you, texted you, told you in person every day that I loved you...and you still didn't believe me? How dense can you be Yoseob?" He was getting a little agitated, annoyed at how stupid Yoseob was and still is.
"P-please, don't say that..."
"Yoseob," he sighed, "why couldn't you just believe me?" He looked at Yoseob and raised his chin so that Yoseob would look at him in the eyes.
Yoseob looked at Ki Kwang with a pout on his lips, and shiny, teary eyes. “K-kiss me. Please…I wanna feel it one more time…”
Ki Kwang granted Yoseob’s wish, cupping the blond boy’s face and pulling him in for a light kiss. Yoseob’s mouth opened, accepting the warm tongue he had grown accustomed to over the years, sucking on it hungrily as if he were to die in the next few hours. He got anxious, grabbing Ki Kwang’s face himself and deepening the kiss. The sounds of their wet kissing filled the room, and Ki Kwang’s hands found their way to their home.
The groom kneaded Yoseob’s butt, rubbing it through his black dress pants and feeling the familiar softness and hearing the familiar whines dripping out of the other boy’s mouth.
“Kwangie…” Yoseob sniffed again, breaking the kiss and hiding his sadness in the groom’s shoulder, “you-…you’re getting married today…”
“I-…I am…”
“T-…” he wiped his leaky nose on the strap of the white shirt, “t-to a really nice lady.”
“…” Ki Kwang didn’t reply. He stopped playing with Yoseob’s butt, bringing one of his hands up to wipe a tear falling down his cheek.
“You’re going to be so happy, I just know it…” Yoseob couldn’t hold it in anymore. He began to sob, uncontrollably, to the point where his tears rolled down the groom’s back.
“…st-… stop Yoseobbie…” he sniffed too, silently crying, remembering all of their meet-ups during his relationship to his soon to be wife, his times with Yoseob in school and how they were always best friends, and the thought that overwhelmed him most of all, was the realization.
After marriage, there will be no such thing as Yoseob and Ki Kwang.
“I-…I love you so much, Yoseobbie.” Ki Kwang’s heart throbbed. He could never say that after his wedding day.
“K-kwangiee…” Yoseob hugged Ki Kwang across the shoulders and nuzzled his head in the groom’s neck, “I love you too…”
Ki Kwang choked up. He knew that was coming, but that stupid realization, the revelation that he will never hear that again after his wedding day. He picked up Yoseob, feeling the boy immediately wrap his legs around his body and cling so tight.
“Wh-…what are you doing?” Yoseob perked his head up and wiped his nose, looking like a little kid again as he tried to look Ki Kwang in the eyes with one hand around his neck.
Ki Kwang said nothing as he plopped Yoseob on the large, cushiony circle couch. He climbed onto the couch on his knees, finding a spot between Yoseob’s spread legs. He brushed Yoseob’s blond bangs out of his eyes and wiped his cheeks of the salty tears.
“Kwangie…” Yoseob smiled, his heart throbbing and beating so fast just because of a little touch.
Ki Kwang’s eyes began to twinkle in the light and well up with tears, “Yoseobbie…I’ll be damned if I can’t make you happy one last time.”
And with that, it began.
The beginning, of the end.
Yoseob’s chin quivered, and Ki Kwang stopped it, holding it still with his fingers. “No more crying,” he wiped whatever tears were left in his own eyes and continued, “I promise, I’ll leave you with enough love to last you a lifetime.”
“K-…K-Kwangie…” he whimpered, crumbling under the romantic resolve of his Ki Kwang.
Ki Kwang planted himself on all fours, his hands and legs on both sides of Yoseob’s body. He brought himself close to Yoseob’s face, caressing the boy’s cheeks with the back of his hand, “you’re so pretty, Yoseob.”
Yoseob’s knee came up, rubbing against Ki Kwang’s dress pant covered crotch. He grabbed Ki Kwang’s hand and sucked on the tip of his finger, “and you’re so handsome, Ki Kwang…”
Ki Kwang removed his finger from Yoseob’s mouth, replacing it with his tongue. He kissed Yoseob sweetly, massing Yoseob’s tongue with his own, to which Yoseob gratefully returned, sucking the grooms tongue hungrily. The blond boy tugged greedily at Ki Kwang’s wife beater during the kiss, whining in his mouth something that sounded like, “take it off, please.”
Ki Kwang smirked as he broke from the kiss, “still greedy, little Yoseob.” The smaller boy replied with a mere smirk, sitting up as Ki Kwang got on his knees and removed his shirt, crossing his arms and pulling it over his head.
Yoseob was already there, sucking and nipping at every little bit of Ki Kwang his mouth could handle. “A-ahn...Ssobbie…” the groom whimpered, holding the boy’s head against his chest as he licked away at a taut nipple.
Yoseob’s lips wrapped around the hardened nub, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. “Yoseobbie, Yoseobbiee…” he panted out in heavy breaths, trying to figure out how this moment was more pleasurable than all of the others.
The blond’s hands ran rampant, tracing every line of definition on Ki Kwang’s torso, dragging his finger tips along the solid “V” that Ki Kwang’s body made. His fingers blindly searched for the button, his eyes still closed, and his mouth still steadily sucking on a nipple. He clicked it open, unzipping Ki Kwang’s dress pants and pushing them down.
Ki Kwang complied with Yoseob’s actions, quickly slipping out of his pants and letting Yoseob continue his ministrations. “You always liked to lick me all over before getting to the good stuff, huh.” Ki Kwang petted Yoseob’s blond head, smiling as he got used to the swirl of Yoseob’s skilled, familiar tongue.
“You know I always liked your body, Kwangie…” he stopped only to smile at Ki Kwang, slipping his tongue lower to lap at his chocolaty abs. Yoseob’s hands ran up and down the man’s sides, silently appreciating, loving, and remembering all of his manly curves.
Ki Kwang gasped, feeling the sudden and all too familiar grasp of Yoseob’s hands on his heat. The boy’s hands happily touched, groped, and stroked the length from the outside, outlining his erection in all its glory.
Ki Kwang bit his lip, feeling that wet tongue of Yoseob slip lower, until it stopped to lap just above the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, teasingly, Yoseob pulled down Ki Kwang’s underwear, letting the head catch in the fabric to that he could see it bounce happily.
The boy’s lips formed into a smile as Ki Kwang’s cock perked up and out of his underwear and slapped his hard stomach. “A-ah,” he moaned, knocking Yoseob’s head with his knuckle and smiling.
Yoseob winked up at Ki Kwang, signaling him about what he’s about to do. Ki Kwang got out of his underwear and remained on his knees, licking his lips as he winked back at Yoseob.
Yoseob bit his lip and smiled devilishly, watching a bulb of precum form at the tip. He touched his tongue to the weeping slit lapping and pulling away constantly, just to see that shiny mixture of saliva and precum connect his tongue to Ki Kwang’s heat.
“Does my love honey taste good?”
“Mmhm…” Yoseob giggled a little bit, remembering the exact day he made up that term for Ki Kwang’s precum.
“Hehe, you like that word, huh, ‘love honey’.” Ki Kwang tried to hold in his excitement, giggling here and there to distract himself from the little tongue lapping and begging for more precum. Yoseob looked up at Ki Kwang with an unsure face, and he always knew what that meant.
“You may, Yoseobbie…” he stroked the happy boy’s cheek once more with the back of his hand, watching him open his mouth and clamp down softly on the head. Ki Kwang’s head immediately started spinning. Never had he gotten used to that tongue and Yoseob’s pure skill.
Yoseob’s tongue swirled and prodded Ki Kwang’s slit while his warm mouth sucked softly, wetly, noisily. Ki Kwang distracted himself, rubbing his abs, his own butt, something other than his sensitive nipples. His body began to rumble with that familiar feeling of the urge to come. He grabbed Yoseob’s hair gently and pulled him back, “W-wait, I want it to last.”
He took a few breaths and stroked himself as Yoseob whimpered for more. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Without warning, once Ki Kwang let go, Yoseob started to massage his balls, rolling them in between his fingers as he pushed himself to take as much of Ki Kwang’s cock into his throat as possible.
“Y-Y-Yoseob!” he yelped, silently whimpering and watching. Yoseob’s young mouth worked around Ki Kwang’s dick, wetting it and swallowing it to its best potential. The mere sight of Yoseob’s lips wrapped around his cock made Ki Kwang want to explode. He was always cute during sex, but on this specific day, he seemed almost angelic, and the blond hair only contributed to that thought.
Yoseob took it all the way in, his lips moving against Ki Kwang’s soft skin at his base. “Y-Yoseobbie, p-please, o-oh God, I have to come…”
The moment ended too fast as Ki Kwang could not hold it anymore. His thick milk dribbled out of his cock, filling Yoseob’s mouth and making it warm and sticky.
The boy on the receiving end whimpered, whined as he drank every drop of cum that Ki Kwang had to offer. He even went as far as grazing his teeth against the shaft, trying so hard to milk out every bit of semen that he could swallow. The corners of his mouth were wet with cum, sliding down his chin and dripping on the couch. Ki Kwang saw it and brought Yoseob up on his knees, licking his own juice off of Yoseob’s chin. “Now, what did you call this again?”
“Love milk, Kwangie…” he giggled as he delighted in the warm tongue cleaning his chin. Without missing a beat, Yoseob pulled himself away from Ki Kwang, laying on his stomach and propping his butt up in the air. “I want it, one more time, Kwangie…”
Ki Kwang knew this was coming. Yoseob was the kind of boy that never could be satisfied with the basics alone, he always wanted more.
The groom smirked as he moved behind Yoseob, pulling down the boy’s pants and revealing a wet pair of white underwear. Yoseob bit his finger and looked back at Ki Kwang innocently as the other looked at him with feigned dismay.
“I-…I couldn’t hold it in…” Yoseob wiggled his little butt to divert Ki Kwang’s attention.
The man started to remove Yoseob’s underwear, sliding off his butt and his thin girly legs, letting it hang on one of Yoseob’s feet. “When did you come?” he asked simply, massaging Yoseob’s beautiful bottom.
“W-when I was…s-sucking you…” Yoseob loved to play innocent, and it hooked Ki Kwang every time.
“Couldn’t hold it in huh…” Ki Kwang spread Yoseob’s eager little cheeks and leaned in, lapping once at the tight pucker.
“N-nghhn…” Yoseob’s legs twitched and his back arched like a feline down towards the couch.
Ki Kwang licked it again, feeling Yoseob’s butt shiver against his tongue. He continued to lap at Yoseob’s behind, sucking on the pucker, kissing it, and making it entirely too wet and hot.
Yoseob began to whimper incessantly, pushing back against that tongue to find pleasure just one more time. And he found it.
Ki Kwang’s tongue started to enter his hole, slipping in and out, tongue fucking him. It made Yoseob’s cock stand at attention and drool his own type of “love honey.” Ki Kwang reached under Yoseob’s body, collecting his clear honey and slathering it on his cock, preparing both himself and Yoseob.
Yoseob panted as he felt Ki Kwang’s fingers squeeze his cock for more precum. It made him whine like a poor little puppy.
“P-please…I want you inside me already…” He begged. For one last time, he begged for satisfaction from his loving provider.
Ki Kwang had as much patience as Yoseob. He just wanted to prep the other boy so it wouldn’t hurt as much, and now that, that’s accomplished…
“Yoseob,” he turned Yoseob onto his back, positioning his cock at the boy’s entrance and pushing gently.
“K-Ki Kwang,” the tears began to surface once more, remembering that there was nothing to be had after this last time. “I-…I’m sorry, y-you said n-no more tears b-but, K-Kwangie…”
Ki Kwang was thinking of the same exact thing. “I-it’s okay…you can cry…” and with that, he pushed, his head popping in and the tight ring of muscle squeezing in response.
“G-guhhn…” they both moaned, feeling like it’s their first time all over again.
“Kwangie…d-deeper…”
The groom pushed harder, his shaft slowly being sucked and swallowed into Yoseob’s welcoming body. Yoseob winced, but he knew that it always began with pain, and ended with pleasure. He endured through it, relieved when Ki Kwang’s balls tapped lightly against his butt. The hard part was over.
“M-move it…m-move your cock inside me…” Ki Kwang complied, wiggling his hips and searching for that spot he knew and loved so much. He knows he’s got it, when he hears, “Nnghhan…” That little drunk moan that Yoseob always whimpers out when he starts to feel it.
“That’s it baby, that’s my spot, right Yoseobbie?”
“Y-yeah, your spot, Kwangie…all your’s…” he was lost in pleasure, no longer feeling any pains about his friend’s marriage. The immense body heat, the aura of love emitting from Ki Kwang’s body was enough to overpower any regrets in Yoseob’s mind, body, and soul.
“God, I love you so much, Yoseob…” Ki Kwang started to move more erratically, pulling out all the way and ramming back into familiar territory.
“I love you too, Ki Kwang…” Yoseob managed to grunt out between thrusts, smiling as he pulled Ki Kwang’s head into his neck.
Ki Kwang lifted Yoseob’s legs a bit as he nibbled on the boy’s neck, trying to last. He knew he would only be able to last for a little while, however.
“Y-Yoseob…I-…I have to come again…” Ki Kwang whined out, feeling his dick pulse and churn Yoseob’s insides.
Yoseob wasn’t far behind though, “M-me too, Kwangie…t-together…let’s come together.”
Within a few minutes, his wish was fulfilled once more, as they both came at the same time, screaming and panting each other’s names.
Ki Kwang’s “love milk” plastered Yoseob’s inner walls, coating it and warming his insides to the max. The volume was too much for Yoseob’s butt to handle, as some of it dripped and slid out of his hole.
Yoseob’s load painted his chest and his stomach, as well as Ki Kwang’s, warming the surface of their bodies.
“Yoseob, I-…I made a terrible mistake…”
“W-what?”
“M-marrying that woman…w-what am I doing? I love you, o-only you…”
“N-no…you’re getting married today. You made your decision…and-…and I made my own.”
A moment of silence created a tense atmosphere in the dressing room.
“S-so…I guess this really was the last time…”
“I-…I guess so…” Yoseob began sniffing again, this time smiling, trying to accept this arrangement. “Y-you know…I’ll never let you go, Kwangie…”
“I know…”
Ki Kwang smiled as he watched his boy cry, shiny, sorrowful tears falling down his cheek. He kissed them away, connecting his lips to Yoseob’s in the end, sharing one more sweet kiss.
“You can count on me never letting you go either…Yoseobbie…”
I'm sorry about the ending. ITS SOOO DUMB. xD