He closes his eyes as he begins to stroke, humming into the sweater as Woohyun’s face appears behind his closed eyes, kind brown eyes shining as he murmurs Hoya’s name.
Hoya…
He swipes a thumb over his slit, gasping when the shock of the touch sends a tremulous shudder through his body. Another deep inhale of Woohyun’s scent goes straight to his throbbing cock, and it’s all Hoya can do to keep himself together as he tightens his hand around himself and fucks into it. A sharp moan rips its way out of his throat, slicing through the silent house and causing a hot blush to flare up across his cheeks.
“Woohyun,” he breathes, the name barely more than a sigh as he squeezes harder, gasping into the humid confines of the sweater as he buries his head in deeper.
Hoya…
Woohyun’s wide fingers brushing his shoulder as he fixes the sweater on him. His touch lingering until he’s hovering over him, the breadth of his back filling Hoya’s vision, the scent of his sweat filling his head as he leans down to suck on the tender skin of Hoya’s throat, mouth hot and wet, his teeth grazing the skin gently as his huge hands comb through Hoya’s hair, his strong arms hugging Hoya to his chest as he brings his hips down in a sinuous roll -
Hoya gives a pained gasp as he comes, and he crushes his nose into the sweater, biting his lip as he finishes himself off.
He lies there awhile, refusing to move even as he begins to feel cold and sticky. He closes his eyes, rests his head once more against the soft fabric before getting up.
He hopes the water hasn’t cooled down so much he has to begin with his bath.
Hoya…
He swipes a thumb over his slit, gasping when the shock of the touch sends a tremulous shudder through his body. Another deep inhale of Woohyun’s scent goes straight to his throbbing cock, and it’s all Hoya can do to keep himself together as he tightens his hand around himself and fucks into it. A sharp moan rips its way out of his throat, slicing through the silent house and causing a hot blush to flare up across his cheeks.
“Woohyun,” he breathes, the name barely more than a sigh as he squeezes harder, gasping into the humid confines of the sweater as he buries his head in deeper.
Hoya…
Woohyun’s wide fingers brushing his shoulder as he fixes the sweater on him. His touch lingering until he’s hovering over him, the breadth of his back filling Hoya’s vision, the scent of his sweat filling his head as he leans down to suck on the tender skin of Hoya’s throat, mouth hot and wet, his teeth grazing the skin gently as his huge hands comb through Hoya’s hair, his strong arms hugging Hoya to his chest as he brings his hips down in a sinuous roll -
Hoya gives a pained gasp as he comes, and he crushes his nose into the sweater, biting his lip as he finishes himself off.
He lies there awhile, refusing to move even as he begins to feel cold and sticky. He closes his eyes, rests his head once more against the soft fabric before getting up.
He hopes the water hasn’t cooled down so much he has to begin with his bath.
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