Title: Joon the Cat (1/5)
Pairing: Joon/Rain
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's Jihoon's worst birthday ever... or is it?
Author's Note: Another request fic for my bb boo~ This is the first chapter out of 5. Each chapter will be smut with a different kink for each, so be prepared!
This had to be the worst birthday Jihoon had ever had. Hands down. No questions asked. What happened, you ask? First he had woken up this morning to a cold and empty bed, his boyfriend nowhere to be found. Then he left the house late because normally Joon was the one to make breakfast for him each morning so he had had to scrounge frantically for something edible while at the same time hopping around
the kitchen trying to put his pants on.
On the way to work he had almost run over a stray puppy, and after he had almost broken his neck whipping his car around the little ball of fluff that had run out into the middle of the street all of the people he drove by glared at him, one crotchety old lady even shaking her cane at him in rebuke of almost running the innocent puppy over.
When he got to the mall, he had been sideswiped by some crazy person who had pulled into the parking space he was about to take, and Jihoon had been all set to confront the person when a giant bodybuilder of a man stepped out of the small car. Jihoon silently drove away to find another spot, body slumped low in his seat. He could’ve taken that guy. Totally. He just didn’t want to fight right before work. Yeah, that was it. He had finally found a spot at the far end of the parking lot and sprinted to the bookstore where he worked as fast as his long legs would carry him. He had arrived only to be set in upon by his manager for being 10 minutes late, and she would hear none of his feeble attempts to explain about the puppy and the ogre-man. He had just settled in behind the
register, feeling depressed at his bosses unwavering scolding, when a small child ran into the store screaming something about “party” and “wrestling”. Then chaos descended.
Children streamed into the store, screaming and laughing and poking and punching at each other, tumbling around in general disarray. Books flew through the air, as did some of the children, and in the midst of this storm stood Jihoon, stunned and helpless in the face of such absolute destruction. He had feebly attempted at one point to pry two of the snarling demons off of each other, only to receive a head butt to the groin and a nice set of teeth marks on his forearm for his trouble. Limping off in defeat, he took cover behind the register counter, making sure all of his limbs were safely out of sight of the little savages. He took a moment to reflect upon how many of them resembled a couple he had met recently; a nice but slightly odd girl named Ivy and her boytoyfriend, a short and exotic looking Asian boy who wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed.
Jihoon was jerked from his thoughts as a rather large atlas (how did those devils manage to heft that thing much less throw it?!) slammed into the wall beside him. He whimpered, and curled himself into a small ball hoping that would be enough to discourage the monsters on the other side of the counter from taking any interest in him.
1 hour later
Jihoon’s back ached as he bent down to sweep up the remnants of the glitter and crushed chalk (wth?) strewn about the store. He had finally crept out from behind the counter once the sounds of snarling had faded away (okay, so maybe it was snoring, but Jesus Christ those kids were animals okay?!). He had taken one look at the disarray the store was in before promptly passing out. He came to with his boss kneeling over him, slapping his face to wake him up and shoving a broom and dustpan in his hands as soon as he had oriented himself enough to have been able to stand up. Which is where we found him now, bent over a pile of sawdust (…wtf?) and play dough and sweeping it up with a sour expression. Seriously, this had been the worst birthday ever so far, and his boyfriend hadn’t even had the decency to call and tell him-
“Oof!”
Jihoon’s air left him in a huff as he was bowled over from behind, face-planting into the hard carpet beneath him. He let out a pained groan as a hard body settled on top of his, strong arms wrapped around his chest in a crushing grip. A squeal rang in his ear, and the hug grew even tighter.
“Jihoonie!!!! Happy birthday!!!!!!”
“Joon… can’t… breathe…” was the gasped response.
Joon smiled sheepishly and released his death grip on the tall man below him, sitting up enough to let Jihoon gulp in a deep breath and roll over underneath him. Joon grinned, then settled back down on top of the other, knees straddling Jihoon’s hips and firm butt resting on the others groin.
“Happy birthday hyung~” he chirped out, wriggling with excited energy atop the other.
Jihoon winced at the wiggling. As small as his boyfriend was compared to him, he had enough muscle on him to make his weight uncomfortable, especially when it rested on a particularly sensitive part of his anatomy. He grasped the slim hips in his hands to still the movements, and as he got his breath back he opened his eyes to look at his boyfriend.
And froze in disbelief at what he saw.
“J-Joon… what- what are you wearing?!”
Joon’s innocent smile dropped of his face to be replaced by a smoldering smirk. His eyelids dropped to half mast, and he gazed at his stupefied boyfriend through his long black lashes.
“Do you like it hyung?” he simpered, and this time the hips grinded down onto the older man’s were filled with another energy besides excitement: lust. “I got it just for you~”
Jihoon stared. His boyfriend… his Joon, the one with the smiling eyes and innocent grin, was wearing… a cat costume! His jaw dropped. His hands twitched, and his eyes were drawn to where they were grasping. They grew wide as the first thing he noticed was the obscene amount of skin that was showing. His boyfriend’s legs were wrapped in tight leather pants that looked like they had been painted onto his muscular thighs. The waist rode low, enticingly low, low enough to send the mind wandering down lewd paths. His eyes trailed upwards. The shirt Joon was wearing left little to the imagination. It was as tight as the leather pants he was wearing, and almost sheer. His hardened nipples could be clearly seen poking up through the top, and his defined pecs were visibly outlined in the thin black material. The shirt (if it could be called that) cut off right before the navel, transitioning smoothly from soft black cloth to velvet covered steel, the smooth skin of Joon’s abs displayed to his boyfriends feasting eyes.
His burning gaze moved up further, and he could feel his manhood growing hard beneath the firm cheeks of his boyfriend’s ass. It slid over a smooth collar bone, up the gracefully pale neck, and onto the shorter boy’s delicate face. Those full lips he loved to ravage were curled in a tempting grin, and those liquid chocolate eyes burned into him, the heat traveling straight down to his now rigid length. He glanced up to the others messy chestnut hair, meaning for it only to be a quick glance as he didn’t want to look away from that lustful gaze for too long, but his gaze was captured by what lay atop his boyfriends head. He whimpered, and his cock jerked as an unexpected spike of lust swept through him at the sight.
His boyfriend was wearing kitty ears.
Jihoon never knew he had such a fetish, but the sight of his boyfriend dressed as a cat turned him on to the point of being unbearable. A slight cough broke the haze of his lust, and he finally looked away from his sexy boyfriend to look at his boss who was standing over them with a disapproving glare.
“Jihoon, if you and Joon need a “private moment”, go do it somewhere else. This is a public store, and a disaster area that still needs to be picked up by the way, so if you’re not going to be of any more use to me today then go home.”
Jihoon blushed, realizing that they were, in fact, in a public place. He slowly glanced around the store and saw many of the customers gawking at them- more accurately, at his boyfriend. He sat up abruptly, sending Joon onto his back with a squawk, and stood up, pulling his disoriented boyfriend with him. He gave a sharp nod to his manager and with a tight grip on Joon’s wrist he strode quickly out of the store, dragging the confused younger boy with him.
“Hyung, where are we going? Don’t you like my costume? Jihoon, what’s wro-”
“Shut up.” Jihoon said tightly as he threw open the passenger door of the car and shoved his boyfriend into the seat before slamming the door shut behind him. He climbed into the driver’s seat, buckling himself in and inserting the key into the ignition. The sleek black Ferrari came to life with a smooth purr. He pulled out of the lot, and swiftly got onto the highway. Joon, who had been silent the whole time, nervously glanced at his fuming lover. He bit his lower lip.
“Hyung…? Are you mad at me…?” came the quite query.
Jihoon’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white at the strength of his grip.
“What do you think, Joon?”
“I… I don’t understand why you’re mad though… I mean, I-I thought you would like your present… but you obviously don’t, I’m sorry, it was a stupid idea, of course you wouldn’t like it, I’m so stupid-“
“Joon!”
The gabbering boy cut off abrubtly, turning watering eyes to the taller man behind the wheel. Jihoon sighed, feeling some of his anger abating.
“It’s not the costume, Joon-ah, I love the costume. It’s the fact that you wore it out in public, where any old pervert could see you-” “You mean you really like it?” Joon cut him off, face brightening at his lover’s admission. Jihoon sent an irritated look at the younger boy for cutting him off, and attempted to try to explain to his slightly naïve boyfriend why it was not okay to be walking around in public so scantily clad, especially with a face and body like that.
“Yes, I really like it, but that’s not the point-”
He was cut off yet again. “Oh, but it is the point, hyung,” Joon purred placing a palm against the others thigh and rubbing it gently. “It’s entirely the point.”
Jihoon gulped, irritation leaving him in a flash to be replaced with the stirring of lust within his loins from the point of contact the younger boy’s hand was making with his thigh. Joon noticed the slight flush that had overtaken Jihoon’s cheeks and chuckled, moving his hand further up the muscled thigh and onto the other’s hardening groin, pressing down suddenly and rubbing hard. A gasp escaped Jihoon’s lips at the unexpected action, and the car jerked to the side. Jihoon quickly corrected himself, and glared down at the smirking minx leaning over his lap.
“Stop that. I’m driving.”
Instead of acknowledging the other man, Joon instead chose to unzip the denim jeans and pull out the rapidly thickening length. Joon ran his nose along the base of Jihoon’s cock as Joon pulls his underwear off the straining erection, causing them both to sigh.
He was supposed to turn right. Jihoon knew that, turning left wouldn’t get him home but his arm had jerked again when the head of his cock was sucked down Joon’s throat. Oh god, he gave great head. This was going to be a rough ride; Jihoon could already tell by the way Joon was nearly devouring his cock whole. One hand fell off the wheel and onto the head of soft auburn locks. He ran his fingers through them slowly, steadying himself as he tried his best to not wreck even though every hum, suck, lick, scrape of teeth, and delicious ‘hot wet tight’ friction from that mouth that really shouldn’t be legal caused him to swerve.
A phone was going off but Jihoon didn’t recognize the ring tone. Joon pulled back off Jihoon’s arching cock causing him to lift his hips again for that lovely mouth. Jihoon pushed Joon back down, making the older man grunt, but he doesn’t complain just continues his glorious assault on Jihoon’s hard cock. Jihoon moved his other hand, holding the wheel with his knee for a moment so he can grab Joon’s phone. Grabbing the wheel again as he throws the phone in the back seat, he nearly wrecks when Joon’s nimble fingers squeeze his balls. Jihoon knew he was nearly home. Nearly there, he had to hold out until he was parked otherwise he was going to crash them into something, and that would be greeted with a lot more frowns than the puppy had earlier.
Finally, finally, after what seemed like forever, an eternity of Joon’s hot mouth on his cock, they made it home. As soon as he pulled into the garage, he threw the car into park and then leaned his seat back to give Joon more room to work. Joon’s mouth got impossibly tighter and Jihoon was gone, moaning as he pulled harshly at Joon’s hair, coming into the other’s mouth. He felt Joon swallow and then huff as he breathed heavily over Jihoon’s softening cock. Jihoon eased the shorter boy back gently, making the younger man smile mischievously up at him. Leaning in closer, Joon nuzzled at Jihoon’s neck, kissing it lazily before beginning to suck on the larger man’s earring, pulling at it lightly.
“God you always have to have something in your mouth don’t you?” Jihoon groans, making Joon lick at his ear.
“You know I do.”
Jihoon pulled away from the teasing mouth, and then leaned towards the other, hands pushing the tight black shirt up until the smooth tan skin he loved so much was exposed to his greedy eyes. He began trailing his hands up and down the quivering mass in front of him. He felt about the hot flesh, leaned inward, placing his face against the younger boy’s chest and nuzzling gingerly. He place soft kisses along the man’s collar bone, lapping the contours of his cut athletic form.
Joon squirmed quite a bit, writhing at the discomfort of their closed in quarters, but feeling Jihoon’s fondling, heated touches sent the boy into a world without care for his surroundings. Joon’s shirt became a thing of the past, tossed aside and his mind lost any sensible bearings. Joon wriggled more, climbing over the middle to reach the other, but he was suddenly stopped by something; something that was much unexpected. His tight leather pants instantly became a misery, a confinement that made the boy whine in retort. Hands went out to grasp at the man across from him as his body shuddered in absolute delight. Awkwardly (and by awkwardly meaning some sort of situation only Lee Joon can muster) he managed to straddle the drive shaft which was thrown into park yet precariously upright and against the boy’s lower anatomy.
“Aah, Jihoon!” He gnashed his teeth, clamped his eyes shut and felt himself tremble yet again. His body was in throes of wonder as he pressed against the imposing appendage of the automobile.
It took Jihoon a moment to realize what was going on before he smiled a bit more deviously then he had intended to. He moved his hands back to rest on the boys hips but instead of helping him readjust himself he kept him there, savoring the sight.
“So Joon… making moves on my car now, hmm?” He asked teasingly, unable to hold himself back.
One eye came open, the other one still squinted shut, and Joon gritted his teeth with a small hiss as Jihoon moved him a bit for his own personal satisfaction.
“I-I, don’t-” he didn’t exactly know how to reply to the other. It was mildly embarrassing enough as it was, but the vibrating shaft against his lower regions was definitely something he could easily take advantage of and, well, couldn’t rightly ignore for that matter. He moved a bit, attempting to pull away from the thrumming stick only to lose his footing on the floor mats, his feet slipping up a bit which in turn caused his body to mash into the drive shaft yet again. A howl came from the boy upon contact and a miniscule moistness tainted the front of the leather, barely there, but evidence enough of a want that he’d never known existed. His body mimicked the rumbling engine of the car, vibrating in sheer delight, and again he was nearly gone to the pleasure of it.
“Jihoonie,” he whimpered, “I’m sorry… I can’t m-move…” He looked rather pathetic, his bottom lip absently poking in between pearly white teeth as he attempted to gain some sort of physical control over himself. It wasn’t as if he wanted to move either, ironically enough. His body was now craving the Ferrari.
A shiver coursed through Jihoon’s spine as he felt the other writhe in his hands. It was almost too much for him; he had half a mind to strip the stunning beauty that hovered about him and fuck him for all he was worth. But at the same time he needed to draw this out. It was far too good for anything else. When the other lost his footing on the sleek interior and went down, he made an half assed attempt to catch him, watching the older boy with those dangerously intense eyes as he fell onto the very thing he had been trying to avoid. Something inside Jihoon snapped. He needed more of this. With a quick movement he leaned up towards the other.
“Oh gods, you and this Ferrari are the hottest things on this planet right now.” He said with a bit of a smirk, moving his hands from their position to help the other a bit off the shifter while at the same time managing to pry open the others tight pants. With a few skilled movements and a lot of maneuvering in the small car he managed to slide theothers pants off him, peeling them away from the muscular legs as quickly as possible. His fevered breath fogged up the windows all around him as he exposed the other to all the elements, watching as the toned body responded towards the warmth they provided in the car and the cool air that sneaked in from various cracks.
“You know, I bet you it’d feel a lot better now that you’re naked,” he said, licking his lips. He wasn’t going to force the other back on to the very thing that seemed to be tormenting him just a moment ago, but god damn if he wasn’t going to give it a fighting chance. “Less things rubbing against one another.”
Joon nibbled on his lip, the combination of the creeping chill and their heated exchange giving rise to his nipples as well as his hard cock, his entire body responsive to one Jung Jihoon and his sleek sports car. His thighs quivered a bit and he looked briefly down at the drive shaft that both taunted him and stood in his way. Rich chocolate hues danced upward and over the features of the larger man as well, his melting form wanting desperately to relax into the shifter, but he held some sort of minor resistance to it. The concept was enticing, but he was fearful at the same time. The vibrating appendage managed to catch Joon a bit unawares, stirring him up a bit and another groan set forth as he nearly gave in to its innocent whims.
“Ah gods, I want it now, Jihoon-ah!” He called out to the other, clinging still to the older man for both support and human contact. “What do I do?”
The good thing about high priced cars was their sleekness in every aspect of their design: their outer bodies shaped for perfect wind speeds, their tailored interiors, their crisp paneling, and of course, their smooth accessories.
Jihoon didn’t think he had ever been as turned on as he was right now. He half felt as though his erection was going to tear right through his pants. But he wasn’t going to attended to that problem yet, oh no, right now he had bigger fish to fry. He moved in towards the other, lapping at one of the hardened nubs of the smaller boy’s nipples nipping and sucking playfully as he took a moment to collect himself, to think about what he truly wanted the other to do, and as the soft shaky voice appeared, laced with a need and a want that only those begging for release contained, Jihoon had formed a thought, a process. He moved his mouth up towards the other’s neck, to his chin and then finally towards the other’s lips, leaning in to place a rather fierce kiss on them before pulling away.
“I suggest you slide on, and take this baby for a spin.” He licked his lips deviously as he nibbled at Joon’s full lower lip, eagerly waiting to see if he would take his advice.
“Ah, hyung, I want it so bad..!” His body couldn’t fight it anymore and when the other’s lips continued to run races over his body, Joon had become nothing more than a quaking mess of anticipation. The breath and unspoken suggestion came from the older man like pouring silver onto a velvet shirt. It was a strange concoction, but oddly enough it fit well, too well, and he cringed at the thought of resisting any longer. Again his lids fell as Jihoon spoke dangerously into his ear. He couldn’t win.
His body dropped heavily against the shaft, and with the frigid air, the metallic surface and the lack of lubrication, it was all encompassing pain-meets-pleasure and Joon screamed at the absolute glory of it all. He was unable to formulate anything sensible, but the general message was avid ecstasy. He held onto Jihoon, however, both hands grasping at the taller man’s forearms for support. The reverberation on his insides now thrummed through his entire body and Joon lost himself in world of absolute bliss. He threw his head back, letting his body warm the shifter as he settled in on top of it. A few trickles of white cream relinquished from the boy out of sheer excitement. He wasn’t spent by any means, but his body had probably never felt such an estranged connection before.
Everything felt unmistakably right, abet odd, but right. His insides continued to burn and cling at the intruding piece of machinery which in turn made him clutch onto Jihoon that much harder. His body came upward some; the urge to keep moving was overtaking him, and soon he let himself drop again. The feeling of power inserted between his legs was nearly too much and Joon was ready to explode then and there, but Jihoon sustained him, his fingers tracing the tip of his penis in an almost soothing fashion. His words were warm, buttery, and they came from a realm of euphoria where Joon felt he belonged. The outside world had been all but forgotten and the only thing that remained was Jihoon, the Ferrari, and Joon in his decadent stupor. He leaned in some, nuzzling the larger man and relinquishing the the other’s arms so that he could place his palms alongside himself in order to allow the riding process to proceed. This freedom gave Jihoon the ability to explore the boy further; which he did, tracing his fingers over the boy’s revealed nether regions. Jihoon’s dancing digits elicited a cry from the smaller boy. The bobbing motions on the shifter started to intensify as though he’d been advocated by both the muttering vehicle and the impish man that knew exactly where to fondle. Joon kept a timid pace with the thrumming apparatus, finding a rhythm in both Jihoon and his car. He kissed the older male with a burning depth of need, want, and longing. All the while he stayed relatively slow in his motions.
And then Jihoon shifted, and pushed his foot against the gas pedal. The roar of the engine resounded in the quiet garage. The blazing gears, the quaking contrivance, the snarl of a fiery beast ready to leap onto the road with scorching bright eyes sent sparks through Joon’s entire body, his joints locking up, a wail in his throat, his thighs clamping over the gear shaft as though clinging desperately to its revving existence… the car had become a relatively expensive sex toy. Or Joon had become the beast’s personal plaything, one or the other.
No one man should get as much of a thrill out of this as Jihoon was getting. Gods, Joon was delicious in every aspect of himself, and as the boy writhed as the engine roared in dominancy Jihoon lost just about all his inhibitions. He used the free hand that wasn’t dancing around the other males erection to pull at the soft locks, pulling the boy’s head and body back a bit to give him more access to the other male in his entirety. He kept his hand there for a while whilst his mouth began to explore the other, dancing about the younger boy’s neck, nuzzling, nipping, sucking. Joon was now his tasty treat, and he continued on his trek lower and lower, stopping to tease each one of the male’s hard nubs of flesh at his chest before he continued, his hand now following his mouth as it trailed down Joon’s chiseled form. Greek gods would have been jealous of Joon’s form, Jihoon was sure of it and right now, in this car, in this moment it was all Jihoon’s and no one else’s. He shifted a bit as he finally made his way towards the other’s length, lapping at it a few times teasing the very tip, tasting the boy’s salty nectar. It was a rather odd position and to be honest was slightly uncomfortable, but they didn’t have a lot of room or a lot of options, and the prize was worth the pain. His hands moved back towards the other’s hips as he rose and fell on the stick shift. He helped the other along with his movements as his mouth became preoccupied with the others erection, following hungrily as the other bounced along in the middle console of the car.
Joon had become completely submissive to the omniscience of the Ferrari and its driver. He was getting a two for one and that was fine by him. His leaking manhood twitched with need, a sort of desperation for attention while he pumped his body along the stick shift. The console was really doing more than it should for anyone in all aspects of things, but here he was, locked and loaded with a Ferrari giving him an experience he’d soon never forget. Mewling sounds came from the swollen lips, moans, yearning whimpers, timid squeaks of joy, cries of an increasingly approaching climax.
His body tensed instantly, several moments of inhaling precious oxygen had to be taken when Jihoon imposed himself upon the boy again. It was more than he could ever ask for, and in the end he’d likely be apologizing profusely to the other for ramming his shifter where it’s obviously not supposed to go. But until that time he remained warped, captivated by the moment and every ounce of him tingled at the touch of his lover. A wail of delight was elicited from the elder of the pair as Jihoon attended to his aroused nipples, his ginger snaps and tweaks nearly sought Joon’s release then and there, but it wasn’t until the large man came downward to face the real necessity of the situation that Joon nearly spurted his essence violently.
A holler, an all out wail of sheer ecstasy resounded in the vehicles small enclosing and he clung tightly to the console, his back rubbing against the panel behind him as he began to move more rigorously along the shifter. “I think I’m going to-!” He was in that state of in-between, not quite there, but nearly on the brink. It was a combination of Jihoon and his thrumming vehicular plaything that got the boy all bent out of shape…
Jihoon kept his hands on Joon’s hips, feeling his body shiver and tense. He could feel that the boy was close, balanced on the edge of sweet release and he couldn’t help but smile, knowing he had been the key factor in it all. He placed his foot against the pedal one more time, just for the sake of doing it and the engine roared to life once more.
The revving engine vanquished any sanity Joon might have had left in him and blankets of white shielded his mind from any visible coherency. The roaring beast took precedence and he knew it was going to happen, and happen very soon.
As the car and Joon shivered and the younger boy let his pleasure be known, Jihoon found his mind going into a primal state. He encased the boy’s stiff erection in his mouth and gods it was delicious. Joon’s salty seed and the heat that emanated off the length drove the elder to a near maddening state. The other’s noises not helping any as the older man teased the other’s cock with his mouth and tongue, sliding across the heated length this way and that, up and down, taking as much as the boy into his mouth as he could, Jihoon just wanted to devour the other whole, if he could; instead however he savored the other like a fine wine, his movements soft and gentle yet tainted with a need that knew no bounds.
He moved his hands down from the others hips to rub at the inside of the other males thighs, urging the other on with his silent gentle touches. He wanted the boy to go all the way; he wanted to watch him in his passionate state as opposed to traditional positioning. When you were on top pleasuring your partner you often missed a lot; most everything was hidden in a mesh of bodies, but the thing about this situation was that Joon was completely exposed in all his grandeur for Jihoon to see, and by god he was going to see it all.
Jihoon’s roving mouth, sliding tongue, and fixated palms about his hips was enough to steady Joon in his rhythm as he bobbed up and down along the drive shaft, imagining nothing more than the wickedness of fucking a car. Something in those thoughts was enough to send him over the edge. He was riding a car in all forms of immoral unanimity, he was riding it and riding it hard and there was nothing more that he’d want at this time other than Jihoon himself. But the other was firmly planted in his place as well, fingers caressing the boy’s inner thighs now while his mouth consumed his cock.
It was increasingly mind boggling and finally with the dying roar of the engine as Jihoon took his foot away from the accelerator, Joon spilled every last ounce of himself into the others mouth, sparkles dancing behind his shut eyelids. Tears welled in the young man’s eyes as he threw his head back, biting his lip fiercely as his body sprang into fits of passion and completion. He unleashed another cry, muffled by his gnawed upon lip, which eventually led into a choked sob of joy; the release was more than he could have ever hoped for, causing tears of elation to spill down his high cheekbones. “Jihoon…” he barely heaved, his face intensely flushed with a deep scarlet hue.
Jihoon felt the spasms of Joon’s orgasm, and he had half a mind to just let the other spill completely into his mouth, which he would graciously devour as though it were the best treat in all the land, but he wanted to watch the other, watch the effects he had on him. Jihoon was a voyeur in that sense, but he had come to live with himself. He removed his lips from the others length and licked at the bit he had managed to salvage before watching the other release himself wave after wave onto to Ferrari’s sleek console and decorative leather seating.
A few saline sparkles trickled from the boy’s eyes as he shuddered against the drive shaft in finishing. He could feel the mouth around his cock leave which nearly made him cry out in sadness for Jihoon’s departure, but the feeling was still too intense to abandon the blissful ending. His seed layered the console, the seats, some even mustered his lower abdomen and a bit of Jihoon’s lap. It was a fiery spill, the hot liquid nearly singing their landing space emitting from the ecstatic elder. His body continued to shudder in utter delight, his mind racing with feelings of pleasure as Jihoon worked his wonders and the Ferrari simple sat in sheer existence.
Feeling his own cock twitch, Jihoon let out a bit of a purr as he leaned up towards the others mouth, thankful for the fact that he wasn’t hunched over any longer because it was killing his spine, he was sure of that. He placed a forceful kiss at the others mouth, lapping at his boyfriend’s upper lip, playfully spreading the boys and his own taste all over it. “God’s, you’re so delicious Joon.” He said a smile curled up on his lips.
Joon caved, his mouth suckling Jihoon’s tasteful lips. The flavor of both himself and the other tainted their healthy embrace, and soon he was a huffing heap of bare flesh, rested ever so articulately on the drive shaft with his knees bent and arms shivering as they supported his mass. He blinked a few times, puffing and heaving for air and composure. Jihoon broke away and grinned at the shorter boy.
“So? How was the ride?”
Joon giggled and smacked Jihoon’s shoulder lightly as the older man waggled his eyebrows playfully.
“It was wonderful Jihoon-ah~ Now, if you’ll help me off this thing, we can see about doing something to help your, ehm, not-so-little problem.” Joon winked, then giggled again at the roll of Jihoon’s eyes.
Jihoon gripped the slim hips and slowly lifted his boyfriend off the gearshift, the small moan Joon emitted going straight to his once again rock-hard cock. The shaft exited Joon’s hole with a small ‘plop’, and as soon as he was free Jihoon grabbed him around the waist, throwing the shorter boy over his shoulder and turning the car off at the same time. Joon squealed at the motion.
“Hyung! What’re you doing?!”
“What’s it look like?” Jihoon asked, slapping the firm bottom next to his head sharply. “I’m going to go play with my birthday present.”
TBC…