Joon's Abs
Title: Joon's Abs
Author: seekin4therapy
Pairing: Joon/Mir
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Mir loves Joon's abs.
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Mir grunted as he thrust against the hard stomach, the defined muscle creating a ribbed texture against his cock that was nothing less than divine. The other’s cock slid alongside his, trapped between the two heaving bodies, the leaking fluids making the slide smoother and easier. The body below him heaved as his cock rubbed against the other one, and Mir wrenched his eyes open and brought his head forward to gaze down and his lover.
Joon was writhing below Mir, arms tied above his head so that the muscles in his arms and chest stood out in sharp relief. Sweat glistened on the tan hairless body, making Joon glow in the dim light of the bedroom. The auburn head tossed from side to side in exquisite agony, mewling whines escaping fat pink lips that were swollen and bruised from previous carnal activities. His boyfriend’s thick length rutted against his stomach, and his abs clenched as his cock was once again pressed down by his lover’s stomach, throwing them into shadowed definition. He cried out sharply as Mir shifted slightly, and the fat erection came down hard against his own in a deliberately slow, drawn out drag.
Mir gritted his teeth against the sharp pleasure, allowing himself to tease Joon even more by rotating his hips in slow circles, warmth pooling at the base of his spine. He loved the way his lover looked like this, helpless and needy, completely at his mercy. Joon had been a bad boy earlier- he had come without permission while sucking Mir off, and so Mir had taken steps to make sure that wouldn’t happen this time. Joon was well known for his fit body, and Mir had always had a personal obsession with those taught abs. He loved running his hands over the ribbed muscle, laving his tongue along the hard plains, and, best of all, humping his hard dick against them until he came.
Joon was in hell, but hell was oh so good. He knew what he had to do to end the torture, but he loved it too much to even contemplate ending it now. He had known he would be punished when he made the decision to come earlier… but he was a cock whore. Having that long thick organ in his mouth was something he dreamt of; his mouth watered even now just thinking about Mir shoving all of that meat down his throat. He shuddered as jagged spikes of arousal tore through him, and the cock rubbing against his was instantly removed at the gasping sob he released. He whined pitifully, squirming and gazing longingly up at his lover. “Nooooo Mir, please, I was so close-”
“No Joon. You know the rules.” Mir said sternly, shifting again so that his hands held a firmer grip on shapely hips, and settled himself back onto the muscled stomach. He rocked gently, stoking the flame in his groin even higher, watching as his lover pouted at the rebuke and then whipped his head back sharply as one of Mir’s hands came down to play with a testicle, gently rolling the smooth orb around in his fingers while Joon panted sharply at the feeling. Mir knew his lover was close; knew that his next move would send the other over the cliff, and end the battle of wills in his favor. It had never failed before. He grinned wickedly.
Back arched in pleasure, face buried into his raised arm, Joon missed the sinister smile that overcame his boyfriends face. His hip bucked, trying to find some source of pressure he could thrust against and failing, as the strong hand on his hip held him down effortlessly. Just as he relaxed, giving up on his attempts, a slim object slipped into his opening, and his eyes opened wide as he cried out in surprise, then pleasure, when the same object unerringly found his prostate in the next second. The object, which turned out to be Mir’s finger, began flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves, turning Joon into a writhing, sobbing mass on the bed, slim muscled legs spreading wide and hips rolling down erotically onto the digit. “Mir! Ah! Yes! Mir please- ah- please-”
“Please what, baby?” Mir growled roughly, just as affected by the sight of Joon fucking himself on his finger as Joon was by fucking himself on said finger. He timed his thrusts against the washboard abs to match the rhythm of his finger as it sank into the tight heat, the rigid grooves against his cock a sharp contrast to the smooth passage clenching around the digit. He was close- so close- all he needed was for Joon to say those words, those five magical words-
“PleaseMir, let me cum!”
Groaning in relief, he slammed his finger against the other’s prostate, and as the body beneath his writhed and arched, he ground himself down, letting the orgasmic cry from beneath him carry him over into his own state of bliss, the fiery pool burning up and through his cock, erupting in thick white strands that dripped into the creases of those tan abs.
Joon screamed in delight, the constant pressure against his prostate and the flat stomach of the other pressing down onto his own erection too much, and he toppled over the edge, white sparks dancing across his vision as he arched so hard he could’ve sworn his spine almost broke. Coming down from his high, he slumped back onto the bed, drawing in deep gasping breaths for air, head resting limply against the pillows behind him, legs still spread unashamedly wide.
Mir came down slowly, blinking as the haze from his vision slowly cleared, and withdrew his finger from the now loose passage. That drew a protesting groan from the body under his (Joon loved having something inside his body at all times), and he gazed fondly down at his sated lover who was staring at him with those pretty eyes glazed over in the afterglow. He brushed a hand against a soft cheek, and bent down to murmur in the other’s ear.
“Have you learned your lesson yet?”
Joon giggled in response, wiggling his body closer to Mir’s, and whispered back “Never.”
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A/N: Yeah, ending is rushed, but this was a spurr of the moment fic so.... yeah ^^;