Professor Hunny Bunny and his Xiah Playmate: Epilogue
Title: Professor Hunny Bunny and his Xiah Playmate Epilogue
Pairing: Junsu/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh man, the things I'd do if they were mine to play with.
Summary: I work for Playmates on Call, an online escort service. Okay, so we're prostitutes, but I make a lot of money, and it's the money I need. I've been doing this for almost two years, and not much can surprise me. Until my next client ends up being one of the last people I would ever expect.
Warning: Teacher/Student. Junsu is in High School, BUT he's 19, for reasons that I won't spoil. Bondage, watersports, bit of cross dressing, humiliation and bdsm fun times
A/N: Yeah, so my paper ... I wrote this instead.
Epilogue:
Warning: Teacher/Student. Junsu is in High School, BUT he's 19, for reasons that I won't spoil. Bondage, watersports, bit of cross dressing, humiliation and bdsm fun times
--- 1 year, 7 months, 2 weeks and 4 days later ---
“My mom is going to kill me,” I mutter, pacing outside the theatre where Yunho-hyung and I are waiting. “She is going to kill me. Oh god, my father is going to get out of his wheelchair and kill you.”
Yunho stops my pacing with hands on my shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. I sigh, and wrap my arms around his waist, as the kiss deepens to include touches of tongues and tightening slacks.
My boyfriend is a sexy beast. Just need to say that. He’s still gorgeous and fit, and his body still looks perfect in a suit, and tonight he’s all in black with a red cube tie and a red handkerchief in his pocket. He keeps up with me in bed, and his fucking virility and longevity are intense and amazing. His hair is going gray at the temples, and he has laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. Thinking about them makes me want to kiss them, so I pull my face away enough to press a kiss to each corner of his mouth.
And yes, he is my boyfriend now. Not just someone that pays to have me abuse them. Since Yunho is the reason I no longer work for Playmates on Call, he hooked me up with a lawyer friend of his named Kim Jaejoong. I work in his office now, mainly doing research and secretarial work. It doesn’t pay as much, but it’s respectable, and it’ll help me get a job after I finish college.
“This is a bad idea,” I mutter, and lick at his lower lip before pulling it into my mouth for a moment. “Let’s go home and fuck instead.”
Yunho chuckles. “Calm down. They will not kill you.”
“Yeah, but ... saying that I’m dating an older man and then seeing that you’re old enough to be my father, and you’re my old math teacher. Fuck, the last time you saw my mom, you were talking to her about how I stopped doing my homework.”
“Yes, well, at least I didn’t tell her that you expected me to give you an A just because you were fucking me.”
“Oh god, I’m going to die.”
Yunho chuckles and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You are not going to die.”
“Junsu!” I hear behind me and wince at my brother’s shout.
I turn around as he walks up to us, his girlfriend by his side. His smile falls when his eyes go to Yunho.
“Oh god, he is going to kill me,” I mutter.
Yunho smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders. “Kim Junho-shi, hi.”
“Hi, um, Professor Jung,” he says and bows. “This is a surprise.”
“Call me Yunho, please. You haven’t been my student for a very long time.”
“Wow. Okay, Jung Yunho-shi. This is my girlfriend, Kim Hyolyn. Hyo-ah, this is Junsu and I guess his boyfriend, who used to be our math teacher in high school. God, that’s awkward.”
Yunho chuckles. “Not really.”
“Junsu says you met at a club.”
“Yeah, almost a year ago. He was dancing and I saw him and said hi, and well, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of the rest of that night.”
“Hyung!” I shout and shove him.
My brother laughs. And then says, “Mom is going to kill you.”
I put my face in my hands with a moan. “God, I know.”
“Not for dating your old teacher, but for your hair. What the hell did you do to it?”
My hair is a weird mix between orange and red right now. It was supposed to be red, but the dye is fading. The top is spiked up in a poufy mohawk, the sides slicked down flat.
“Shut up; it’s stylish.”
“You look like a parakeet.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mom called me about two minutes ago and said she had just parked. There are a few men helping her and father to our seats, so we should go in.”
“Go ahead,” Yunho says. “I’m going to try to calm him down.”
“The show starts in ten minutes. Do you have time to do that?”
Hyolyn blushes and slaps his shoulder, but both Yunho and Junho laugh.
“I hate you both,” I mutter into my hands again.
“We’ll see you inside,” Junho says.
Yunho’s arms wrap around me. “It’ll be fine. I’m good with parents, you know.”
I snort and lift my head. “And little boytoys.”
“I’m more your boytoy than you are mine.”
“While that is true, it is not helpful right now.”
He runs his hands over my cheeks again and presses small kisses to my lips while he talks. “We have our story straight. We know where we met, when we exchanged numbers; no one but us and that overly smart dongsaeng of ours knows the full details. Relax, and just have fun.”
I nod. “I know. I know. I just ...”
He kisses me again, firmer, and then he breaks away and smiles. “I’m going to make your night even more stressful.”
“Not possible.”
“I love you.”
I stare at him for a moment. Mind blank. Blinking stupidly. “Okay, possible. Fuck, Yunho!”
He laughs and gathers me close, lips at my temple. “You’re still young, I know. But ... well, I’m old enough and I know that I love you. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not pressuring you to say anything. I mainly told you so that if your parents do have a bad reaction, you’ll know that it won’t change my decision to always be with you.”
My eyes sting and I curse at him again, throat tight. “Damn idiot, of course, I love you, but ... fuck!”
Yunho laughs again and holds out his arm. I narrow my eyes at him, but take another deep breath and weave my arm through his. We enter the theatre. With a smirk, I put my hand in my pants pocket and find the little remote there. I press a button, increasing the vibrations of the small toy in his ass.
His body jerks and he yelps and then glares down at me.
I smile. “Hm, revenge is sexy. And wow, imagine that, Bunny. I’m feeling better already.”
“Me, too.”
I laugh, and the two of us smiling and just staring at each other is how my mother first sees us. Her shocked expression turns to a smile and Yunho turns on the charm, bowing over his hand and bowing at my father. My father meets his eyes and then looks at me. His eyes are clearer than they used to be, but not as vibrant as before the accident. He’s regained strength in both arms and is learning sign language.
There is an announcement that the show is about to start, and my father signs something along the lines of “We will discuss this later.”
Yunho sits next to my mother, and my brother is on my other side. I keep my hand in my pocket and through the first act, I play with the dials and increase and decrease the vibrations randomly. He keeps his hand on my knee, his fingers tightening the only outward show of his discomfort and pleasure. During intermission, when he is talking to my mother about how we met again after I graduated, I turn the vibrations all the way up. The back of his neck is glistening with sweat.
The second half of the play takes forever, and I am eager to be gone and let Yunho release all the sexual tension in his body. But it still takes us another twenty minutes to get out to the cars and then Yunho is discussing meeting my mother and father for brunch the next morning at a cafe near my parents' house.
I finally drag him to my car, practically shove him inside. I slam his door and almost hood-slide to my side of the car. I wrench the door open, slide into my seat, and start the engine. My brother leers at me from the front window and I flip him off. I peel out of the spot and squeal my tires turning onto the street.
“Take your dick out of your pants and stroke it,” I tell him.
He fumbles with his pants.
I stop at a red light and watch him. “What the fuck?” I demand when I catch sight of red lace. “No wonder you insisted on the red tie tonight.”
He smirks over at me as he moves the panties to the side. His dick is hard, the head swollen. He wraps his fingers around himself and strokes up, moaning deeply.
The light turns green and my tires squeal again when I push on the gas.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you when we get home,” I snap.
He moans, and says, “I want to crawl inside, and ... fuck ... I want you to restrain me, and cover me with clothespins until I’m screaming.”
My vision goes blurry. I put my hand on my crotch and rub at my erection.
“I want you to kiss me, tie me up so I can’t move and just kiss me and play with me and tease me until I need to come. And ... oh god, Xiah, please, please, piss on me and feed me your come from my ass.”
My eyes are in danger of closing as I imagine that. I drive faster.
“I want you to fuck me and tell me I can’t come, but do everything you can to make me come, and when I do come, I want you to spank me so hard that I can’t sit down tomorrow, that I’ll have to sleep on my stomach, and oh, god, I want you to take pictures of my ass bruised and covered in welts.”
“Fuck, Bunny,” I moan.
“I want you to stand...stand in front of me, and just jerk off, so your dick hits my face, but you won’t let me suck on you, not until you’re coming and I want to open my mouth while you come all over my face. I want you to shove dildos in my mouth and my ass and watch me suffer while I beg you for your cock. I hate toys, Xiah, I hate them, because I want your dick and only your dick, and I want you to pull my hair while you gag me with your dick, and I want ... oh god.”
“Don’t you dare come, Bunny.”
Yunho whimpers and slows his strokes, gasping harshly. His commentary is down to swear words and single things, like clamps and dildo and nipples.
I pull into my apartment complex and park in my space. “Do up your pants and get out,” I say, removing my seatbelt. He’s not quite as fast as I am and I hurry to the other side of the car. I pull him out, slam him against the side and kiss him deeply. I press my thigh to his crotch and rock against him. “Inside,” I gasp into his mouth. “I want you inside, and then I want to be inside you, and then I am going to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight.”
I yank away from him, grab his tie and lead him up the sidewalk and up two sets of stairs. At the top of them, he suddenly drops to his knees. I stop, smirk down at him, and tug on the tie. He crawls after me. My hand shakes while I attempt to unlock the door. Cursing, I finally get it open and drag Yunho inside.
He said way more things than I have the patience for right now, so as soon as the door is shut, I point at him and tell him he has ten seconds to be naked. Except the panties, and the tie, and the bright, lacy red bra he’s wearing underneath his shirt, vest and jacket.
Devious bitch.
“Bunny Noona,” I croon at him, just to see his cheeks go pink. He loves it when I call him noona. “Bedroom, right now.” I slap his ass sharply and he jerks and crawls quickly to the bedroom. I follow, losing my jacket and shirt and tie on the way. I slip my pants off in the hall, and get naked, leaving my boxers in the doorway.
Yunho is in the middle of the floor, panty-clad ass toward me. His face is pressed to the rug, hands along his sides. He’s gripping his ankles and his knees are spread, showing himself off. Normally, I take the time to restrain him, but maybe later, if I remember. I want him too much to bother right now.
I stand next to him, put my bare foot on his neck and immediately start spanking him. I fucking love to spank him like this because he can’t move and he can barely breathe. His ass bounces with every slap. I grip the panties in my other hand and yank on them, so they’re rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cleft. I wrap the lace around my hand, pulling until they start to tear. He whimpers with each tug and gasps with each spank.
I spank him until my hand hurts, and then finish tearing off the panties. The renting sound of the lace is obscured by Yunho’s harsh moans. I kneel behind him, spread his ass, and lick at the rough, red line. It stings, and Yunho clenches with a hiss. I bring my hand back and slap his thigh.
“You are so pretty, Noona. So gorgeous. I’m going to eat your cunt and play with your breasts until both are so sore that you won’t be able to handle having clothes on at all.”
“Please, Xiah, oh please.”
“Turn over.”
He does eagerly, laying flat on his back, legs spread, hands above his head. I take his knees and pull him so his legs are over my thighs and his ass is right at my crotch.
“I don’t want to get up and leave you long enough to get lube,” I say and shove my fingers in his mouth.
Yunho moans and licks my fingers, closing his mouth around them and sucking. I shut my eyes with a deep moan. His tongue laps at each finger, running along the length and spreading spit everywhere.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say and pull my hand away. I put it right to his ass and press both fingers inside him. I pull out the small toy and toss it to the floor and then slam my fingers back inside him. With a whimper, he tenses up, hands in fists above his head.
“You can touch me, Hunny Bunny.”
“Oh thank you, Xiah. Thank you,” he mutters and his hands land on my shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles.
I remove my fingers, hold my cock down and push into his body. It’s tight and slightly uncomfortable, but willing and still pulsing from the night of vibrations.
“I thought ... I thought you were going to eat my cunt, Xiah.”
I smile. “I’m going to pump it full of come first. You think one orgasm is enough for me? And besides, didn’t you say you wanted to me to feed you come from your ass?”
“Oh, fucking hell, yes, Xiah, please.”
I grab his bra-covered chest and squeeze, and then push my hands under the wire. I pinch his nipples, and lean down to steal his gasp with a kiss. I keep my thrusts steady, staying over him until my knees are aching from being on the floor. I’m way too close to coming to stop though, so I get a good grip behind his thighs, press his knees to his shoulders and speed up.
I never thought that I would have more sex once I quit being a playmate.
Hunny Bunny is a greedy, little cock whore.
“You are a greedy, little cock whore,” I mutter, and then break off with a deep gasp. I tilt my head back, hips slowing, prolonging the pleasure zipping through me for a few seconds. My fingers tighten on his legs, my breath stops and I jerk out my release, his body clenches around me, pulling out every pulse of come until it slips past my dick and down his cleft.
Despite how slick it is now, I stop moving to recover from the sensations and the pleasure zipping along my skin. I release his legs and take his hands, threading our fingers together. I bring one up to my chest and put the other against his.
With a small smile, I whisper, “I love you, Yunho.”
His smile lights up the entire room. “I love you, too. Can I eat your come now?”
“Anything, you want, Hunny Bunny,” I say, each word punctuated by a slow thrust that drags a deep moan from his throat. “Anything. You. Want.”
Part 2: At School
Part 1: At Home
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Pairing: Junsu/Yunho
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oh man, the things I'd do if they were mine to play with.
Summary: I work for Playmates on Call, an online escort service. Okay, so we're prostitutes, but I make a lot of money, and it's the money I need. I've been doing this for almost two years, and not much can surprise me. Until my next client ends up being one of the last people I would ever expect.
Warning: Teacher/Student. Junsu is in High School, BUT he's 19, for reasons that I won't spoil. Bondage, watersports, bit of cross dressing, humiliation and bdsm fun times
A/N: Yeah, so my paper ... I wrote this instead.
Epilogue:
Warning: Teacher/Student. Junsu is in High School, BUT he's 19, for reasons that I won't spoil. Bondage, watersports, bit of cross dressing, humiliation and bdsm fun times
--- 1 year, 7 months, 2 weeks and 4 days later ---
“My mom is going to kill me,” I mutter, pacing outside the theatre where Yunho-hyung and I are waiting. “She is going to kill me. Oh god, my father is going to get out of his wheelchair and kill you.”
Yunho stops my pacing with hands on my shoulders. He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips. I sigh, and wrap my arms around his waist, as the kiss deepens to include touches of tongues and tightening slacks.
My boyfriend is a sexy beast. Just need to say that. He’s still gorgeous and fit, and his body still looks perfect in a suit, and tonight he’s all in black with a red cube tie and a red handkerchief in his pocket. He keeps up with me in bed, and his fucking virility and longevity are intense and amazing. His hair is going gray at the temples, and he has laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. Thinking about them makes me want to kiss them, so I pull my face away enough to press a kiss to each corner of his mouth.
And yes, he is my boyfriend now. Not just someone that pays to have me abuse them. Since Yunho is the reason I no longer work for Playmates on Call, he hooked me up with a lawyer friend of his named Kim Jaejoong. I work in his office now, mainly doing research and secretarial work. It doesn’t pay as much, but it’s respectable, and it’ll help me get a job after I finish college.
“This is a bad idea,” I mutter, and lick at his lower lip before pulling it into my mouth for a moment. “Let’s go home and fuck instead.”
Yunho chuckles. “Calm down. They will not kill you.”
“Yeah, but ... saying that I’m dating an older man and then seeing that you’re old enough to be my father, and you’re my old math teacher. Fuck, the last time you saw my mom, you were talking to her about how I stopped doing my homework.”
“Yes, well, at least I didn’t tell her that you expected me to give you an A just because you were fucking me.”
“Oh god, I’m going to die.”
Yunho chuckles and brushes his thumb over my cheek. “You are not going to die.”
“Junsu!” I hear behind me and wince at my brother’s shout.
I turn around as he walks up to us, his girlfriend by his side. His smile falls when his eyes go to Yunho.
“Oh god, he is going to kill me,” I mutter.
Yunho smiles and puts his arm around my shoulders. “Kim Junho-shi, hi.”
“Hi, um, Professor Jung,” he says and bows. “This is a surprise.”
“Call me Yunho, please. You haven’t been my student for a very long time.”
“Wow. Okay, Jung Yunho-shi. This is my girlfriend, Kim Hyolyn. Hyo-ah, this is Junsu and I guess his boyfriend, who used to be our math teacher in high school. God, that’s awkward.”
Yunho chuckles. “Not really.”
“Junsu says you met at a club.”
“Yeah, almost a year ago. He was dancing and I saw him and said hi, and well, I’ll spare you the embarrassment of the rest of that night.”
“Hyung!” I shout and shove him.
My brother laughs. And then says, “Mom is going to kill you.”
I put my face in my hands with a moan. “God, I know.”
“Not for dating your old teacher, but for your hair. What the hell did you do to it?”
My hair is a weird mix between orange and red right now. It was supposed to be red, but the dye is fading. The top is spiked up in a poufy mohawk, the sides slicked down flat.
“Shut up; it’s stylish.”
“You look like a parakeet.”
“Fuck you.”
“Mom called me about two minutes ago and said she had just parked. There are a few men helping her and father to our seats, so we should go in.”
“Go ahead,” Yunho says. “I’m going to try to calm him down.”
“The show starts in ten minutes. Do you have time to do that?”
Hyolyn blushes and slaps his shoulder, but both Yunho and Junho laugh.
“I hate you both,” I mutter into my hands again.
“We’ll see you inside,” Junho says.
Yunho’s arms wrap around me. “It’ll be fine. I’m good with parents, you know.”
I snort and lift my head. “And little boytoys.”
“I’m more your boytoy than you are mine.”
“While that is true, it is not helpful right now.”
He runs his hands over my cheeks again and presses small kisses to my lips while he talks. “We have our story straight. We know where we met, when we exchanged numbers; no one but us and that overly smart dongsaeng of ours knows the full details. Relax, and just have fun.”
I nod. “I know. I know. I just ...”
He kisses me again, firmer, and then he breaks away and smiles. “I’m going to make your night even more stressful.”
“Not possible.”
“I love you.”
I stare at him for a moment. Mind blank. Blinking stupidly. “Okay, possible. Fuck, Yunho!”
He laughs and gathers me close, lips at my temple. “You’re still young, I know. But ... well, I’m old enough and I know that I love you. I’m not going anywhere, and I’m not pressuring you to say anything. I mainly told you so that if your parents do have a bad reaction, you’ll know that it won’t change my decision to always be with you.”
My eyes sting and I curse at him again, throat tight. “Damn idiot, of course, I love you, but ... fuck!”
Yunho laughs again and holds out his arm. I narrow my eyes at him, but take another deep breath and weave my arm through his. We enter the theatre. With a smirk, I put my hand in my pants pocket and find the little remote there. I press a button, increasing the vibrations of the small toy in his ass.
His body jerks and he yelps and then glares down at me.
I smile. “Hm, revenge is sexy. And wow, imagine that, Bunny. I’m feeling better already.”
“Me, too.”
I laugh, and the two of us smiling and just staring at each other is how my mother first sees us. Her shocked expression turns to a smile and Yunho turns on the charm, bowing over his hand and bowing at my father. My father meets his eyes and then looks at me. His eyes are clearer than they used to be, but not as vibrant as before the accident. He’s regained strength in both arms and is learning sign language.
There is an announcement that the show is about to start, and my father signs something along the lines of “We will discuss this later.”
Yunho sits next to my mother, and my brother is on my other side. I keep my hand in my pocket and through the first act, I play with the dials and increase and decrease the vibrations randomly. He keeps his hand on my knee, his fingers tightening the only outward show of his discomfort and pleasure. During intermission, when he is talking to my mother about how we met again after I graduated, I turn the vibrations all the way up. The back of his neck is glistening with sweat.
The second half of the play takes forever, and I am eager to be gone and let Yunho release all the sexual tension in his body. But it still takes us another twenty minutes to get out to the cars and then Yunho is discussing meeting my mother and father for brunch the next morning at a cafe near my parents' house.
I finally drag him to my car, practically shove him inside. I slam his door and almost hood-slide to my side of the car. I wrench the door open, slide into my seat, and start the engine. My brother leers at me from the front window and I flip him off. I peel out of the spot and squeal my tires turning onto the street.
“Take your dick out of your pants and stroke it,” I tell him.
He fumbles with his pants.
I stop at a red light and watch him. “What the fuck?” I demand when I catch sight of red lace. “No wonder you insisted on the red tie tonight.”
He smirks over at me as he moves the panties to the side. His dick is hard, the head swollen. He wraps his fingers around himself and strokes up, moaning deeply.
The light turns green and my tires squeal again when I push on the gas.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you when we get home,” I snap.
He moans, and says, “I want to crawl inside, and ... fuck ... I want you to restrain me, and cover me with clothespins until I’m screaming.”
My vision goes blurry. I put my hand on my crotch and rub at my erection.
“I want you to kiss me, tie me up so I can’t move and just kiss me and play with me and tease me until I need to come. And ... oh god, Xiah, please, please, piss on me and feed me your come from my ass.”
My eyes are in danger of closing as I imagine that. I drive faster.
“I want you to fuck me and tell me I can’t come, but do everything you can to make me come, and when I do come, I want you to spank me so hard that I can’t sit down tomorrow, that I’ll have to sleep on my stomach, and oh, god, I want you to take pictures of my ass bruised and covered in welts.”
“Fuck, Bunny,” I moan.
“I want you to stand...stand in front of me, and just jerk off, so your dick hits my face, but you won’t let me suck on you, not until you’re coming and I want to open my mouth while you come all over my face. I want you to shove dildos in my mouth and my ass and watch me suffer while I beg you for your cock. I hate toys, Xiah, I hate them, because I want your dick and only your dick, and I want you to pull my hair while you gag me with your dick, and I want ... oh god.”
“Don’t you dare come, Bunny.”
Yunho whimpers and slows his strokes, gasping harshly. His commentary is down to swear words and single things, like clamps and dildo and nipples.
I pull into my apartment complex and park in my space. “Do up your pants and get out,” I say, removing my seatbelt. He’s not quite as fast as I am and I hurry to the other side of the car. I pull him out, slam him against the side and kiss him deeply. I press my thigh to his crotch and rock against him. “Inside,” I gasp into his mouth. “I want you inside, and then I want to be inside you, and then I am going to fuck you so hard you can’t see straight.”
I yank away from him, grab his tie and lead him up the sidewalk and up two sets of stairs. At the top of them, he suddenly drops to his knees. I stop, smirk down at him, and tug on the tie. He crawls after me. My hand shakes while I attempt to unlock the door. Cursing, I finally get it open and drag Yunho inside.
He said way more things than I have the patience for right now, so as soon as the door is shut, I point at him and tell him he has ten seconds to be naked. Except the panties, and the tie, and the bright, lacy red bra he’s wearing underneath his shirt, vest and jacket.
Devious bitch.
“Bunny Noona,” I croon at him, just to see his cheeks go pink. He loves it when I call him noona. “Bedroom, right now.” I slap his ass sharply and he jerks and crawls quickly to the bedroom. I follow, losing my jacket and shirt and tie on the way. I slip my pants off in the hall, and get naked, leaving my boxers in the doorway.
Yunho is in the middle of the floor, panty-clad ass toward me. His face is pressed to the rug, hands along his sides. He’s gripping his ankles and his knees are spread, showing himself off. Normally, I take the time to restrain him, but maybe later, if I remember. I want him too much to bother right now.
I stand next to him, put my bare foot on his neck and immediately start spanking him. I fucking love to spank him like this because he can’t move and he can barely breathe. His ass bounces with every slap. I grip the panties in my other hand and yank on them, so they’re rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cleft. I wrap the lace around my hand, pulling until they start to tear. He whimpers with each tug and gasps with each spank.
I spank him until my hand hurts, and then finish tearing off the panties. The renting sound of the lace is obscured by Yunho’s harsh moans. I kneel behind him, spread his ass, and lick at the rough, red line. It stings, and Yunho clenches with a hiss. I bring my hand back and slap his thigh.
“You are so pretty, Noona. So gorgeous. I’m going to eat your cunt and play with your breasts until both are so sore that you won’t be able to handle having clothes on at all.”
“Please, Xiah, oh please.”
“Turn over.”
He does eagerly, laying flat on his back, legs spread, hands above his head. I take his knees and pull him so his legs are over my thighs and his ass is right at my crotch.
“I don’t want to get up and leave you long enough to get lube,” I say and shove my fingers in his mouth.
Yunho moans and licks my fingers, closing his mouth around them and sucking. I shut my eyes with a deep moan. His tongue laps at each finger, running along the length and spreading spit everywhere.
“Okay, that’s enough,” I say and pull my hand away. I put it right to his ass and press both fingers inside him. I pull out the small toy and toss it to the floor and then slam my fingers back inside him. With a whimper, he tenses up, hands in fists above his head.
“You can touch me, Hunny Bunny.”
“Oh thank you, Xiah. Thank you,” he mutters and his hands land on my shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles.
I remove my fingers, hold my cock down and push into his body. It’s tight and slightly uncomfortable, but willing and still pulsing from the night of vibrations.
“I thought ... I thought you were going to eat my cunt, Xiah.”
I smile. “I’m going to pump it full of come first. You think one orgasm is enough for me? And besides, didn’t you say you wanted to me to feed you come from your ass?”
“Oh, fucking hell, yes, Xiah, please.”
I grab his bra-covered chest and squeeze, and then push my hands under the wire. I pinch his nipples, and lean down to steal his gasp with a kiss. I keep my thrusts steady, staying over him until my knees are aching from being on the floor. I’m way too close to coming to stop though, so I get a good grip behind his thighs, press his knees to his shoulders and speed up.
I never thought that I would have more sex once I quit being a playmate.
Hunny Bunny is a greedy, little cock whore.
“You are a greedy, little cock whore,” I mutter, and then break off with a deep gasp. I tilt my head back, hips slowing, prolonging the pleasure zipping through me for a few seconds. My fingers tighten on his legs, my breath stops and I jerk out my release, his body clenches around me, pulling out every pulse of come until it slips past my dick and down his cleft.
Despite how slick it is now, I stop moving to recover from the sensations and the pleasure zipping along my skin. I release his legs and take his hands, threading our fingers together. I bring one up to my chest and put the other against his.
With a small smile, I whisper, “I love you, Yunho.”
His smile lights up the entire room. “I love you, too. Can I eat your come now?”
“Anything, you want, Hunny Bunny,” I say, each word punctuated by a slow thrust that drags a deep moan from his throat. “Anything. You. Want.”
Part 2: At School
Part 1: At Home
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