Exotic Summer Night (2/3)
I can’t say no. I wouldn’t say no even if I wanted to. So Kibum and I leave the bar after I’ve picked up our tab and set the half-empty glasses down on the counter. We don’t make it far before Kibum kisses me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth and knotting his fingers in my hair. We stumble the entire way to my apartment, kissing each other and feeling each other’s bodies; Kibum has the hands and body of a god but the soul of an angel. And once we’re inside, the clothes come off. I’ve never gotten naked so quickly in my life, but I’ve never been this anxious either.
Kibum is splayed across my bed, his arms hanging lazily above his head and his breath hitched in his throat as I stroke his erection with a steady hand. I have to admit that I’m impressed by how sizable he is; I never would have thought all of it could fit inside those skinny jeans he wears every day.
“God, I want you so bad, Minho,” he whispers, pushing his head into the mattress and letting his mouth fall open in a silent moan.
I want to give myself to him. I’m going to give myself to him. “However you want it, Kibum,” I whisper back, leaning in to kiss his neck and jaw. He deserves whatever he wants. From me, he’ll get whatever he wants.
His back arches when I tighten my hand around him and he makes a beautiful sound - not too high in pitch but nowhere near low - that rings in my head long after he’s made it. “Can we do it now?” he asks, opening his eyes to look at me. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Minho, ever since that night.”
I’m not sure which night he’s talking about, but I don’t question him as I dig through my nightstand for my half-empty tube of lube. While I’m looking, Kibum reaches down and grabs my cock and the arm holding me up shakes and I nearly collapse on top of him because I’m wound so tightly and he took me by surprise. But it was beautiful. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” I say in a breathy chuckle as I find that bottle of lube and wrap my fingers around it. I unscrew the cap and pour some onto my fingers and Kibum’s legs spread even further by instinct and he completely exposes himself to me.
“C’mon,” he begs, smiling drunkenly at me, and I wonder to myself if this is me taking advantage of him. I’m drunk, too, but are we on the same level? Does he know what he’s doing, one hundred percent? Does he have complete control over his body and thoughts?
Still, I move my hand between his legs and push a finger inside of him. All thoughts are focused on Kibum and making him feel good; none are on his boyfriend, none are on the fact that our coworkers know he’s having an affair, none. Everything is about Kibum. Everything is about Kibum as I slide a second finger inside of him. Everything is about Kibum as I thrust them in and out of him, curling and twisting them and searching for that one special spot. Everything is about Kibum when I find it and stroke it repeatedly. Everything is about Kibum when I remove my fingers and slick my cock. And then, everything is about us as I push into him and kiss him like I’ve never kissed before.
We seem to fit together perfectly, like two lost pieces of a puzzle that have finally reunited. Two lost pieces of a puzzle that can never be complete unless they are together like this.
“Move, Minho,” Kibum begs, clawing at my back and shoulders, wrapping his mile-long legs around my waist.
I pull out and thrust into him, supporting myself with one arm and gripping his thigh with the other. He’s so tight and hot and slick - it makes me want to cum right away, but I don’t, because this is about Kibum. This is about making Kibum feel as beautiful and cherished as he is. This is about showing Kibum that what he knows isn’t all that’s out there; that there are people willing to take good care of him if he’ll give them the change. If he’ll give me the chance.
Kibum moans and smiles at me, panting heavily because he’s so turned on, and reaches down to stroke himself. “Can I ride you?” he asks, his tongue poking out to travel the length of his bottom lip. He bites down on it and then smiles again. “Let me ride you.”
We roll over (thankfully my bed is large enough to allow us to maneuver) and Kibum braces himself with his hands on my chest, letting his head loll around languidly in pleasure. He lifts his hips and grinds down on me and it’s so fucking cliché but I swear I see stars. This angel does sinfully good things with his body. The way he rolls, the way he raises and drops, the way he scrapes his nails down my chest; I’m proud of myself for not coming yet, because anyone else without self-control would have.
“Kibum, you’re gorgeous,” I tell him. I’ve been holding onto his thighs, his deliciously sinful thighs, running my hands over his smooth, hairless skin. All of Kibum’s skin is so soft; soft, shiny, smooth, but there are bruises everywhere. It makes me angry to see them. I run my fingers over them lightly, wishing that they would disappear, wishing that this angel’s body had never been treated badly; had never been tainted in that way.
I’m unable to think about it any longer when Kibum asks me to sit against the headboard. He raises himself off of me and I move against the headboard and he straddles my waist again. I grab my dick and position it at his entrance and he sinks down onto me again and I can’t help but grab his hips lightly and help lower him quicker, or, if I’m being honest with myself, shoving him down on me. He moans - so loudly - and grabs the headboard with his arms on either side of my head for leverage. I keep my hands on his hips and he slides his body up and down against mine strongly, rubbing his dick between our stomachs and getting mine to hit him just where he wants it.
We’re both frantic. Kibum is teetering right on the edge, rolling his stomach forward against mine every few seconds to trap his dick tightly between us, sliding up and down desperately and I’m helping him with my hands on his hips. He’s whimpering. His head is tilted back and his mouth is open and his eyes are shut tight and I love to see him like this; so uninhibited and needy and free, wanting to hit that ultimate high but at the same time wanting it to last. We’re both sweating - it’s so hot - and his hair is matted to his flushed forehead. I reach up and push his hair back, grinning lazily at him when he opens his eyes to look at me.
“Minho, fuck, I can’t,” he whines, his hips loosing rhythm and stuttering away from his orgasm.
I push down on his hip, seating him tightly against my cock, and hold his lower back, pressing him forward so that he doesn’t lose the friction against his dick, and I start thrusting up into him powerfully. It seems to be the only way he’s going to get off in this position. His face falls into the crook of my neck and he sobs pleasurably, moving his hands to my shoulders where he digs his nails in. It makes me want to cum so badly, but him first. And he does after a particularly rough thrust straight to his prostate. He’s so fucking tight around me and he’s making these gorgeous noises and biting my neck and grinding down on my cock; I cum so quickly I barely register what’s happening before I’m rock hard again and I just want more.
“One more,” I say. My voice is so scratchy and thick. “One more,” I repeat. “Can you go again?”
He lifts his head and licks his lips, nodding slowly and tiredly. That’s all the conformation I need. I get only my knees skillfully with Kibum’s legs wrapped around my waist and I lay him on his back with his head near the foot of the bed. Slowly, I pull out of him because I know we’re both sensitive right now and I start mouthing my way down to his dick, sucking the head into my mouth and lightly holding his shaft.
“Minho. Minho,” he breathes, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Minho, I’ve never had one before.”
I look up at him, his cock falling from my mouth. “A blowjob?”
He nods his head and swallows and I cannot believe this beautiful man has never had a blowjob in his entire life. Is that even legal for someone this good-looking? “Lie down and enjoy it, Kibum,” I tell him, putting my hand on his stomach to urge him to lay back.
Once he’s resting comfortably on the bed, my mouth returns to his dick. Personally, I think I’m no good at blowjobs, but if he’s never had one then surely one with less finesse is better than none at all. I palm the head of his dick and press it forward against his abdomen, giving his dick one long and fluid lick on the underside before I suck in the head once again. I start bobbing up and down, sucking lightly along the way and being extra careful of my teeth. Kibum’s hands are both in my hair and somehow he’s managed to get his legs over my shoulders, but I’m not complaining, because he looks so blissful and happy and content laying there and simply receiving for once in his life.
I’m not surprised at all when he comes a few minutes later, his fluids spilling hotly into my mouth as he empties himself and sighs my name. I swallow everything and wipe my mouth with my hand, then smile at him and rest between his legs again.
“I still want you,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my neck.
I nod and press two fingers into him to make sure he’s lubricated enough and then I replace those fingers with my dick and slide into him gently. I moan a little bit. Somehow, the second time feels even better. The two of us should be exhausted and completely spent, but we’re not. We’re insatiable. And it doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take; I’ll make sure the both of us get satiated.
The second time around is much slower, much sweeter and more calculated. Kibum’s fingers are splayed against the back of my neck, twisting my hair around them and tugging lightly when I do something that he likes. I’m focused on kissing his neck and jaw, moving my hips slowly, pushing in and pulling out, tilting my hips and stroking his prostate at what should be a too-slow pace, but it’s perfect for both of us right now. It’s perfect because we’re working for it together.
Kibum moans lowly when I nibble on his ear, wanting to be closer to him. “Minho, I… I feel like I love you,” he says quietly, leaning his ear towards my mouth.
“Do you?” I ask in a whisper, lifting my head to look into his eyes.
He bites his lip worriedly. “I’m afraid to,” he admits.
I shake my head and lean down to nuzzle his face. “I’ll protect you. You have nothing to be afraid of,” I assure him.
It’s a silent promise - a vow between the both of us that we’ll be together. We’ll be together after we wake up tomorrow. We’ll be together when we fall asleep holding each other the following night. And we’ll be together no matter what happens, and I’ll keep him safe; safe forever.
Kibum is splayed across my bed, his arms hanging lazily above his head and his breath hitched in his throat as I stroke his erection with a steady hand. I have to admit that I’m impressed by how sizable he is; I never would have thought all of it could fit inside those skinny jeans he wears every day.
“God, I want you so bad, Minho,” he whispers, pushing his head into the mattress and letting his mouth fall open in a silent moan.
I want to give myself to him. I’m going to give myself to him. “However you want it, Kibum,” I whisper back, leaning in to kiss his neck and jaw. He deserves whatever he wants. From me, he’ll get whatever he wants.
His back arches when I tighten my hand around him and he makes a beautiful sound - not too high in pitch but nowhere near low - that rings in my head long after he’s made it. “Can we do it now?” he asks, opening his eyes to look at me. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Minho, ever since that night.”
I’m not sure which night he’s talking about, but I don’t question him as I dig through my nightstand for my half-empty tube of lube. While I’m looking, Kibum reaches down and grabs my cock and the arm holding me up shakes and I nearly collapse on top of him because I’m wound so tightly and he took me by surprise. But it was beautiful. “Don’t sneak up on me like that,” I say in a breathy chuckle as I find that bottle of lube and wrap my fingers around it. I unscrew the cap and pour some onto my fingers and Kibum’s legs spread even further by instinct and he completely exposes himself to me.
“C’mon,” he begs, smiling drunkenly at me, and I wonder to myself if this is me taking advantage of him. I’m drunk, too, but are we on the same level? Does he know what he’s doing, one hundred percent? Does he have complete control over his body and thoughts?
Still, I move my hand between his legs and push a finger inside of him. All thoughts are focused on Kibum and making him feel good; none are on his boyfriend, none are on the fact that our coworkers know he’s having an affair, none. Everything is about Kibum. Everything is about Kibum as I slide a second finger inside of him. Everything is about Kibum as I thrust them in and out of him, curling and twisting them and searching for that one special spot. Everything is about Kibum when I find it and stroke it repeatedly. Everything is about Kibum when I remove my fingers and slick my cock. And then, everything is about us as I push into him and kiss him like I’ve never kissed before.
We seem to fit together perfectly, like two lost pieces of a puzzle that have finally reunited. Two lost pieces of a puzzle that can never be complete unless they are together like this.
“Move, Minho,” Kibum begs, clawing at my back and shoulders, wrapping his mile-long legs around my waist.
I pull out and thrust into him, supporting myself with one arm and gripping his thigh with the other. He’s so tight and hot and slick - it makes me want to cum right away, but I don’t, because this is about Kibum. This is about making Kibum feel as beautiful and cherished as he is. This is about showing Kibum that what he knows isn’t all that’s out there; that there are people willing to take good care of him if he’ll give them the change. If he’ll give me the chance.
Kibum moans and smiles at me, panting heavily because he’s so turned on, and reaches down to stroke himself. “Can I ride you?” he asks, his tongue poking out to travel the length of his bottom lip. He bites down on it and then smiles again. “Let me ride you.”
We roll over (thankfully my bed is large enough to allow us to maneuver) and Kibum braces himself with his hands on my chest, letting his head loll around languidly in pleasure. He lifts his hips and grinds down on me and it’s so fucking cliché but I swear I see stars. This angel does sinfully good things with his body. The way he rolls, the way he raises and drops, the way he scrapes his nails down my chest; I’m proud of myself for not coming yet, because anyone else without self-control would have.
“Kibum, you’re gorgeous,” I tell him. I’ve been holding onto his thighs, his deliciously sinful thighs, running my hands over his smooth, hairless skin. All of Kibum’s skin is so soft; soft, shiny, smooth, but there are bruises everywhere. It makes me angry to see them. I run my fingers over them lightly, wishing that they would disappear, wishing that this angel’s body had never been treated badly; had never been tainted in that way.
I’m unable to think about it any longer when Kibum asks me to sit against the headboard. He raises himself off of me and I move against the headboard and he straddles my waist again. I grab my dick and position it at his entrance and he sinks down onto me again and I can’t help but grab his hips lightly and help lower him quicker, or, if I’m being honest with myself, shoving him down on me. He moans - so loudly - and grabs the headboard with his arms on either side of my head for leverage. I keep my hands on his hips and he slides his body up and down against mine strongly, rubbing his dick between our stomachs and getting mine to hit him just where he wants it.
We’re both frantic. Kibum is teetering right on the edge, rolling his stomach forward against mine every few seconds to trap his dick tightly between us, sliding up and down desperately and I’m helping him with my hands on his hips. He’s whimpering. His head is tilted back and his mouth is open and his eyes are shut tight and I love to see him like this; so uninhibited and needy and free, wanting to hit that ultimate high but at the same time wanting it to last. We’re both sweating - it’s so hot - and his hair is matted to his flushed forehead. I reach up and push his hair back, grinning lazily at him when he opens his eyes to look at me.
“Minho, fuck, I can’t,” he whines, his hips loosing rhythm and stuttering away from his orgasm.
I push down on his hip, seating him tightly against my cock, and hold his lower back, pressing him forward so that he doesn’t lose the friction against his dick, and I start thrusting up into him powerfully. It seems to be the only way he’s going to get off in this position. His face falls into the crook of my neck and he sobs pleasurably, moving his hands to my shoulders where he digs his nails in. It makes me want to cum so badly, but him first. And he does after a particularly rough thrust straight to his prostate. He’s so fucking tight around me and he’s making these gorgeous noises and biting my neck and grinding down on my cock; I cum so quickly I barely register what’s happening before I’m rock hard again and I just want more.
“One more,” I say. My voice is so scratchy and thick. “One more,” I repeat. “Can you go again?”
He lifts his head and licks his lips, nodding slowly and tiredly. That’s all the conformation I need. I get only my knees skillfully with Kibum’s legs wrapped around my waist and I lay him on his back with his head near the foot of the bed. Slowly, I pull out of him because I know we’re both sensitive right now and I start mouthing my way down to his dick, sucking the head into my mouth and lightly holding his shaft.
“Minho. Minho,” he breathes, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Minho, I’ve never had one before.”
I look up at him, his cock falling from my mouth. “A blowjob?”
He nods his head and swallows and I cannot believe this beautiful man has never had a blowjob in his entire life. Is that even legal for someone this good-looking? “Lie down and enjoy it, Kibum,” I tell him, putting my hand on his stomach to urge him to lay back.
Once he’s resting comfortably on the bed, my mouth returns to his dick. Personally, I think I’m no good at blowjobs, but if he’s never had one then surely one with less finesse is better than none at all. I palm the head of his dick and press it forward against his abdomen, giving his dick one long and fluid lick on the underside before I suck in the head once again. I start bobbing up and down, sucking lightly along the way and being extra careful of my teeth. Kibum’s hands are both in my hair and somehow he’s managed to get his legs over my shoulders, but I’m not complaining, because he looks so blissful and happy and content laying there and simply receiving for once in his life.
I’m not surprised at all when he comes a few minutes later, his fluids spilling hotly into my mouth as he empties himself and sighs my name. I swallow everything and wipe my mouth with my hand, then smile at him and rest between his legs again.
“I still want you,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my neck.
I nod and press two fingers into him to make sure he’s lubricated enough and then I replace those fingers with my dick and slide into him gently. I moan a little bit. Somehow, the second time feels even better. The two of us should be exhausted and completely spent, but we’re not. We’re insatiable. And it doesn’t matter how long it’s going to take; I’ll make sure the both of us get satiated.
The second time around is much slower, much sweeter and more calculated. Kibum’s fingers are splayed against the back of my neck, twisting my hair around them and tugging lightly when I do something that he likes. I’m focused on kissing his neck and jaw, moving my hips slowly, pushing in and pulling out, tilting my hips and stroking his prostate at what should be a too-slow pace, but it’s perfect for both of us right now. It’s perfect because we’re working for it together.
Kibum moans lowly when I nibble on his ear, wanting to be closer to him. “Minho, I… I feel like I love you,” he says quietly, leaning his ear towards my mouth.
“Do you?” I ask in a whisper, lifting my head to look into his eyes.
He bites his lip worriedly. “I’m afraid to,” he admits.
I shake my head and lean down to nuzzle his face. “I’ll protect you. You have nothing to be afraid of,” I assure him.
It’s a silent promise - a vow between the both of us that we’ll be together. We’ll be together after we wake up tomorrow. We’ll be together when we fall asleep holding each other the following night. And we’ll be together no matter what happens, and I’ll keep him safe; safe forever.