rock the boat (3/3)galmaegiOctober 9 2013, 06:26:13 UTC
But Hyunjoon is old, at least compared to them, and he’d get tired eventually. He pulls out and sits back on the mattress, and tells Sunggyu to sit on his lap. Sunggyu sinks down slowly onto his cock like it’s their choreography, moaning with every centimetre that pushes deeper inside him. Woohyun’s asshole pulses, wanting the feeling of something opening him up too. He’s drooling a little. He wipes his mouth, then spits on his fingers, reaches back and rubs them against his hole and shudders at the sensation.
“Daddy,” Sunggyu warbles deliriously, “oh, daddy, you feel so good.” Woohyun shuts his eyes, panting, squeezing the wet head of his cock with his thumb. Sunggyu’s on his back again and his whole body bounces as Hyunjoon pounds into him, his cock pushing into his tight heat over and over. “Oh, fuck me, daddy,” Sunggyu squeals, and Woohyun chokes down a yell and comes, messy, over his hand and up his stomach, his ass clenching over the pads of his fingers, his head floating and swimming with images, still, and air and light. “Fuck me,” he breathes into his pillow, rolling his shoulders over and feeling the sheets rub against his skin.
He lays there panting for a few minutes, then clears his throat and wipes himself off with his t-shirt before he sits up, takes it off and throws it across the room. Then he lies back down and exhales heavily. He chuckles a little. He might not have so much trouble getting it up when Sunggyu comes back, after all.
“Daddy,” Sunggyu warbles deliriously, “oh, daddy, you feel so good.” Woohyun shuts his eyes, panting, squeezing the wet head of his cock with his thumb. Sunggyu’s on his back again and his whole body bounces as Hyunjoon pounds into him, his cock pushing into his tight heat over and over. “Oh, fuck me, daddy,” Sunggyu squeals, and Woohyun chokes down a yell and comes, messy, over his hand and up his stomach, his ass clenching over the pads of his fingers, his head floating and swimming with images, still, and air and light. “Fuck me,” he breathes into his pillow, rolling his shoulders over and feeling the sheets rub against his skin.
He lays there panting for a few minutes, then clears his throat and wipes himself off with his t-shirt before he sits up, takes it off and throws it across the room. Then he lies back down and exhales heavily. He chuckles a little. He might not have so much trouble getting it up when Sunggyu comes back, after all.
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