Super Junior Kink Meme!

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part two

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"th- this is so fucked up," he whimpers and gulps, carefully sliding the boxer briefs off of his body. kangin gives him a good second and a half to clear his thoughts before he pushes the smaller boy onto the bed, sliding blunt nails over the inside of his thighs as hyukjae's fingers grip at the thin material of kangin's t-shirt. he can't remember how to push him away- or how to make him stop. when deft fingers are wrapping themselves around his cock, swiping over the thick vein on the underside, he can't remember how to think. all he can do is buck his hips forward and force air in and out of his lungs. in and out, in and out- fuck.

"do you like it, hyukkie? does it feel good," kangin mumbles against the pulse point in his neck before licking all the way up to his jaw, nibbling at the taunt skin there.

"y-... 'eah, hyung," he manages, then kangin's eyes are on him, tearing him up from the inside out. "i-... i like it."

"tell me how it feels. tell me what else you want," kangin's face is closer than it was when he was being ordered to strip, hot air absorbing into his pores and hyukjae feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest.

"it feels good, i- it's different from when i do it," he mumbles, almost incoherently, fingers gripping tightly at kangin's wide shoulders. "i want you to kiss me, hyung," he breathes out quietly and kangin does as he's told, rubbing his thumb over the slit of hyukjae's cock as the younger man moans into his mouth. the kiss is sloppy and hardly anything hyukjae expected when he can feel kangin's tongue exploring the crevices of his mouth. it's different from anything he's ever received from a girl, he thinks, as his lips are being sucked and nibbled at until they're a rosy red color, like lipstick stained over pretty white teeth. kangin pulls back and hyukjae whimpers almost inaudibly, his head moving forward as he silently begs for another kiss. his thoughts are pulled from him once again when his cock is given a firm squeeze and he shivers, his head falling back against the bed and a small whimper pulls itself from the back of his throat as his stomach jerks inwardly.

"sit up," a husky whisper commands and he does as he's told, albeit clumsily, landing back against a solid chest. "open your eyes," kangin's voice seems to get worse with each command, but hyukjae does as he's told, eyes fluttering open and focusing in on the mirror in front of the bed. his eyes shift away almost immediately from the obscene sight-- knees bent and pushed apart as far as they'll go, his shirt pushed halfway up his chest as kangin continues to stroke him firmly. he feels a smirk against his throat.

"don't you want to see," he asks and hyukjae's head lolls backwards, eyes closing tightly. "look at yourself, hyukkie." he demands and it echos past how hard he can feel his heart pumping in his ears. "look at how fucking sexy you are right now."

"i- i can't," he manages before opening his eyes slowly despite his protest, eyelashes sticking together as he focuses on himself once more.

"do you like how you look?" hyukjae shakes his head honestly. he feels like a slut- like the ones on the movies kibum was always watching, hips pushing forward against kangin's hand as he lets out ragged breaths though lips that are kiss swollen and raw. he closes his eyes again and feels the hand disappear from his length. despite his obvious arousal, he thinks that maybe kangin is done belittling him and making him feel like- ...feel like... his thoughts trail off as he feels something cool and wet pressing against the cleft of his ass.

"hyung, hy- hyung!" he gasps out loudly, fingertips gripping and pushing against the hips on either side of his body instead of the fingers rubbing against the puckered hole. kangin is pushing his legs apart that much more, canting his hips so that he has better access. "this is so fucked up," hyukjae whimpers, eyes downcast as kangin presses gentle-- wait, gentle? gentle... kisses against the side of his neck. he feels the probing finger slide inside of him and screws his face up, pushing at the arm until the finger presses deeper and, "oh, fuck," he moans out, pressing his hips down against kangin's hand.