[Fic] Any Way You Want
Title: Any Way You Want
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin
Length: 2500w
Author's Note: Written for fatal-fangirl because it's her BIRTHDAY and I love her and I'm so sorry this isn't great. ;-;
Summary: Kyungsoo likes to tease Jongin when he's at work and Jongin can't wait to get home.
Jongin likes to think he has a reasonably decent responsible streak. He puts all his laundry in the hamper when he strips out of his suffocating suit after a long day at the office, dries and helps Kyungsoo put away the dishes after dinner and makes sure to leave his boyfriend unable to move for hours after he fucks him anywhere he asks. It’s why he makes the big money and has the doting lover he adores more than anything.
Which begs the question why he’s slipping his phone slowly out of his pocket during an important business meeting, making sure to move as little as possible as it vibrates against his thigh. It’s his work phone and everyone who has this number knows he’s in this meeting, including Kyungsoo. Rocking back in his chair ever so stealthily, praying the plastic doesn’t creak, he opens the new text message.
A picture of their kitchen window pops up and Jongin nearly smiles, not giving it much thought. Kyungsoo is an artist and he’s always snapping pictures on his phone for later inspiration. Sometimes those pictures get sent to Jongin accidentally because Kyungsoo’s pressing buttons too fast to realize he’s doing it out of habit. Jongin leaves his phone on his lap and tunes back into the conversation at hand.
A minute passes before his phone vibrates again and because no one is paying attention to him, he checks it. This time there is an actual message and Jongin nearly blows his cover with a loud gasp that he turns into a fake yawn, hand over his mouth.
how pretty would i look with the sunlight behind me as you fucked me against that window
Jongin feels his skin warming, prickles of heat uncomfortable under his starchy suit and he has to slump a little in his chair, crossing his legs because he was unprepared to stop that mental image. And he can’t send a reply, not without being obvious.
Another text and Jongin knows it’s a terrible idea to check it, but he does anyway.
or you could take me from behind as i watch the cars drive by, my breath fogging the glass
This time the low groan Jongin lets out draws attention and he drops his phone between his thighs to hide the light and clears his throat, offering an apology. Jongin feels the eyes of his boss burning into the side of his face so he gets his act together, sits up straight in his chair and attempts to be an exceptional employee for the rest of the meeting.
The fourth text has vibrations shooting straight up Jongin’s balls and he bites down on the side of his cheek to keep from reacting. If he had any intention of ignoring Kyungsoo’s messages, it’s rendered moot. With each one his cock grows harder in his slacks, pressing obviously against the zipper as the phone vibrates again and again.
By the time the meeting ends, a solid half an hour later, Jongin is twitchy and sensitive and rushing out with a stack of files held over his crotch. His feet carry him swiftly down to his office, phone in hand and scrolling through to call Kyungsoo before the door clicks shut. The files fall onto his desk and Jongin collapses in his chair, free hand fumbling to undo his pants so he can work them down his thighs.
“I thought you were ignoring me,” Kyungsoo’s voice rings out from the receiver and Jongin can hear the pout.
“You knew I was in a meeting,” Jongin groans, already wrapping fingers around his cock.
“Oh,” Kyungsoo says with feigned innocence. “Was that today?”
Jongin moans, just the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice working him up, making him wish he were at home instead of here for another four hours.
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo calls, soft and quiet. “Where are your hands?”
“Baby talk to me,” Jongin pleads, stroking his palm over the head of his cock and sliding it down. Slick with precum, the drag is lessened and the friction more pleasurable. He lets out a soft groan.
“Are you already leaking for me?” Kyungsoo coos, breath hitching. Jongin can picture him laying in bed, hair mussed and body flushed from getting himself off earlier. Kyungsoo’s libido has always been impressive.
Jongin manages a staggered breath that was supposed to come out as a ‘fuck yes’.
Kyungsoo hums and Jongin envisions him bare, spread in the red sheets with his phone propped on the bed so he can fist his cock in one hand and work his fingers inside himself with the other. A flare of arousal jolts through Jongin and his hips jerk upward into the ring of his hand. His forefinger and thumb tighten, rubbing against his cock as it thrusts in and out.
“I wish it was your cock inside me,” Kyungsoo moans, out of breath and voice cracking. Jongin’s eyes roll back, bottom lip in his teeth so he doesn’t alert anyone outside his office as to what he’s doing. “Do you want to fuck me hard and fast?” Kyungsoo asks. “Or slow enough to make me beg? Please, Jongin, make me cum.”
Jongin lets out a shaky breath and pumps himself faster. “I want to bend you in half,” he starts, sweat now running in beads down the back of his neck. “Throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you until the bed breaks.”
Kyungsoo’s whimper is loud and his breathing heavy through the phone. “No one fills me like you.”
“I’m going to make you scream my name tonight,” Jongin promises, head thrown back as the heat winds tight, abs tensing and thighs shaking as he speeds his strokes.
Kyungsoo is loud when he hits his orgasm, his voice alone enough to have Jongin cumming over his hand. The chair squeaks as he pushes back, dangerously close to tipping over and he has to right himself before he falls. There’s nothing save for the sound of panting, Jongin trying to catch his breath as Kyungsoo sighs happily on the other line.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo says with a laugh and Jongin smiles.
“When I get home, I’ll fuck you any way you want.”
The rest of Jongin’s day is uneventful, unread texts left sitting on his phone because reading anything Kyungsoo sent him while getting off would do nothing except rile him up again. He gets to scan over contracts full of legal jargon and edit where needed, pace in a circle around the table in the center of the break room while taking in one last cup of steaming coffee so he’ll have energy later. And when that clock hits five, he’s on his way out the door.
Kyungsoo is topless, wandering around in a pair of Jongin’s boxers with splotches of red and blue paint mixing into purple on his fingertips. He looks pleased, a smirk on his full lips that melts into a smile when Jongin lifts him off the floor to spin him in a circle. “I missed you,” is murmured into Kyungsoo’s neck, Jongin leaving a soft kiss against the skin.
Dinner may not be waiting on the table and there are paint supplies and half-used canvases scattered through the living room, but this is home. Anywhere Kyungsoo is is home and Jongin kisses him again, lips pressed to lips and Kyungsoo wrapping arms around his neck to draw him closer.
“Did you make anything new today?” Jongin inquires as he watches Kyungsoo’s fingers pulling apart the knot in his tie. The fabric is tugged away and tossed over Kyungsoo’s shoulder before he begins unbuttoning Jongin’s shirt, uncaring of the colorful smudges he’s leaving behind.
“Nothing worth keeping,” he remarks with a shrug, diligently working plastic buttons through the holes until Jongin’s chest peeks through. And then he’s dropping kisses on the exposed skin, leaving a trail from Jongin’s throat to his stomach as Kyungsoo slowly sinks to his knees. Jongin’s already breathing a little heavier, watching with anticipation as Kyungsoo works to rid him of his pants too. “I was thinking of covering you in paint,” Kyungsoo confesses, words muffled a little because his lips are pressing against the swell of Jongin’s cock through his boxer briefs. “But we had to buy new carpet the last time we did that.”
Jongin couldn’t give two fucks about carpet at the moment, but Kyungsoo has a point. Sometimes his art projects get out of hand; like the one where he decided to try pottery and they ended up both covered in watery clay, Kyungsoo riding his cock in the middle of the floor. Jongin still had bits of clay dried in his hair the next day and, to his extreme embarrassment, Baekhyun took to picking it out in the break room over breakfast.
It’s best to not have things like that repeat, but Jongin can’t find a reason to argue when Kyungsoo is nipping at the base of his cock with a teasing grin before hooking fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs and tugging them down. The waistband catches on his cock, bringing it down and when it finally releases, it nearly smacks Kyungsoo in the face. It would be funny except Kyungsoo already has his tongue on him, licking around the head before sucking it between his lips.
Jongin sheds his suit jacket and shirt with efficiency, letting them pool on the floor with everything else. He can worry about wrinkles and stains later. Kyungsoo seems happy to suck Jongin down, moaning when the tip of his dick hits the back of his throat, but Jongin has other ideas. Fingers tangle in deep red strands of hair and pull him up, Jongin’s cock falling out of Kyungsoo’s mouth with a pop. Kyungsoo looks put out, as if Jongin’s taken away his favorite toy.
“Window,” Jongin instructs and Kyungsoo’s eyes light up before he’s bounding away. Jongin follows after stepping out of his pants, toeing off his socks along the way until Kyungsoo is back with a bottle of lube. He lets himself be led into the kitchen where Kyungsoo had taken the picture, watching with rapt attention as he pulls his boxers off as he walks.
Jongin’s always had self control issues when it comes to Kyungsoo’s ass, fingers itching to sink into the plush cheeks and knead them until his boyfriend is sobbing for more. And this time is no different, but when Jongin goes in for a grab, Kyungsoo is spinning with a knowing grin and a cluck of his tongue.
Kyungsoo stops in front of the window and Jongin pushes him the rest of the way back, enjoying the shiver that travels up and down Kyungsoo from the chill of the glass. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Jongin asks, voice deep as he runs the pad of his thumb over Kyungsoo’s lower lip.
“Almost,” Kyungsoo purrs, licking Jongin’s thumb with a flick of his tongue. He hooks a leg around Jongin’s hip, pulling him forward until they’re pressed together. They both take a moment to bask in the feel of skin against skin, cocks trapped between their bodies as they slowly begin rocking. Kyungsoo pops the cap of the lube and uses it to slick both their cocks, paying extra attention to Jongin’s.
Jongin swipes two fingers over Kyungsoo’s dick, wetting them so he can slip them down and into his ass. The bottle of lube falls to the floor and Kyungsoo clutches Jongin’s shoulders, mouth opening and a soft moan spilling out. He’s already so stretched and slick, but Jongin takes his time anyway, crooking his fingers and watching the way Kyungsoo’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes roll back when he does it just right. He loves the way his hips jerk and his fingernails dig into his skin. “Fuck,” Kyungsoo breathes. “Jongin please.”
He sounds wrecked already and Jongin pulls away only long enough to lift Kyungsoo’s smaller body, thick thighs wrapping around his waist. Kyungsoo leans down to rest his forehead against Jongin’s, moaning loud and long when Jongin fits his cock between his cheeks and then pushes in. It feels like Kyungsoo’s body is trying to smother him, the heat clenching around his cock and legs tightening.
The way Kyungsoo curves around him, back bowing off the window so Jongin is carrying all his weight lets him know he’s loved because sometimes Jongin just needs that little bit of reassurance. And then Kyungsoo moves, rolling his hips down until Jongin is completely inside him, both of them gasping.
Jongin pushes Kyungsoo’s body hard against the glass, watches with greedy eyes as goosebumps flourish over pale skin now mottled with red. Kyungsoo lets out these little hitched sounds, almost like hiccups every time Jongin thrusts up, Jongin’s fingers digging harder into the skin of his thighs to hold him up.
Kyungsoo was right; he does look pretty with the sun behind him as a halo, highlighting the soft angles of his body, the sheen of sweat on his face and chest. Jongin wants to lay him down, worship him from head to toe with his hands and mouth, but he puts off the urge for later. Right now he’s intent on giving Kyungsoo a good, hard fuck just how he likes.
Kyungsoo’s moans crack and break, voice going higher and higher until it’s just a melody of whimpers that fill the room. Jongin goes faster, calves and abs burning from the workout, but he won’t let up. A hand fists behind Jongin’s ear, twisting and pulling his hair as Kyungsoo frantically rocks down with each thrust.
Pushing and pulling.
In and out.
Up and down.
Shaking bodies and sharp breaths.
Kyungsoo cums with a fist around his cock and Jongin fucking him through it with hard snaps of his hips, intent on leaving bruises. He calls out Jongin’s name, body tensing, pulsing muscles milking Jongin’s orgasm out of him. It’s hard to keep on his feet, knees bending and Kyungsoo sliding down the glass with a yelp.
Gingerly, Jongin slips his cock out of Kyungsoo and sets him on the floor. Kyungsoo leans back, a satisfied smile on his face. With a hand on the back of Jongin’s neck, he coaxes him in for a kiss.
It takes a minute for Jongin to catch his breath, eyes trained on the way his cum is dripping down Kyungsoo’s thighs. “Did it live up to expectations?” he inquires, finally looking up at his boyfriend’s face.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are closed, hair stuck to his forehead. “Better,” he answers. “But I think more experimenting will be required later.”
Jongin laughs, shaking his head at Kyungsoo, who slinks off with a subtle sway of his hips, toward the shower. “Join me?”
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I'm so sorry Stacy
This was supposed to be good
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Rating: NC17
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Jongin
Length: 2500w
Author's Note: Written for fatal-fangirl because it's her BIRTHDAY and I love her and I'm so sorry this isn't great. ;-;
Summary: Kyungsoo likes to tease Jongin when he's at work and Jongin can't wait to get home.
Jongin likes to think he has a reasonably decent responsible streak. He puts all his laundry in the hamper when he strips out of his suffocating suit after a long day at the office, dries and helps Kyungsoo put away the dishes after dinner and makes sure to leave his boyfriend unable to move for hours after he fucks him anywhere he asks. It’s why he makes the big money and has the doting lover he adores more than anything.
Which begs the question why he’s slipping his phone slowly out of his pocket during an important business meeting, making sure to move as little as possible as it vibrates against his thigh. It’s his work phone and everyone who has this number knows he’s in this meeting, including Kyungsoo. Rocking back in his chair ever so stealthily, praying the plastic doesn’t creak, he opens the new text message.
A picture of their kitchen window pops up and Jongin nearly smiles, not giving it much thought. Kyungsoo is an artist and he’s always snapping pictures on his phone for later inspiration. Sometimes those pictures get sent to Jongin accidentally because Kyungsoo’s pressing buttons too fast to realize he’s doing it out of habit. Jongin leaves his phone on his lap and tunes back into the conversation at hand.
A minute passes before his phone vibrates again and because no one is paying attention to him, he checks it. This time there is an actual message and Jongin nearly blows his cover with a loud gasp that he turns into a fake yawn, hand over his mouth.
how pretty would i look with the sunlight behind me as you fucked me against that window
Jongin feels his skin warming, prickles of heat uncomfortable under his starchy suit and he has to slump a little in his chair, crossing his legs because he was unprepared to stop that mental image. And he can’t send a reply, not without being obvious.
Another text and Jongin knows it’s a terrible idea to check it, but he does anyway.
or you could take me from behind as i watch the cars drive by, my breath fogging the glass
This time the low groan Jongin lets out draws attention and he drops his phone between his thighs to hide the light and clears his throat, offering an apology. Jongin feels the eyes of his boss burning into the side of his face so he gets his act together, sits up straight in his chair and attempts to be an exceptional employee for the rest of the meeting.
The fourth text has vibrations shooting straight up Jongin’s balls and he bites down on the side of his cheek to keep from reacting. If he had any intention of ignoring Kyungsoo’s messages, it’s rendered moot. With each one his cock grows harder in his slacks, pressing obviously against the zipper as the phone vibrates again and again.
By the time the meeting ends, a solid half an hour later, Jongin is twitchy and sensitive and rushing out with a stack of files held over his crotch. His feet carry him swiftly down to his office, phone in hand and scrolling through to call Kyungsoo before the door clicks shut. The files fall onto his desk and Jongin collapses in his chair, free hand fumbling to undo his pants so he can work them down his thighs.
“I thought you were ignoring me,” Kyungsoo’s voice rings out from the receiver and Jongin can hear the pout.
“You knew I was in a meeting,” Jongin groans, already wrapping fingers around his cock.
“Oh,” Kyungsoo says with feigned innocence. “Was that today?”
Jongin moans, just the sound of Kyungsoo’s voice working him up, making him wish he were at home instead of here for another four hours.
“Jongin,” Kyungsoo calls, soft and quiet. “Where are your hands?”
“Baby talk to me,” Jongin pleads, stroking his palm over the head of his cock and sliding it down. Slick with precum, the drag is lessened and the friction more pleasurable. He lets out a soft groan.
“Are you already leaking for me?” Kyungsoo coos, breath hitching. Jongin can picture him laying in bed, hair mussed and body flushed from getting himself off earlier. Kyungsoo’s libido has always been impressive.
Jongin manages a staggered breath that was supposed to come out as a ‘fuck yes’.
Kyungsoo hums and Jongin envisions him bare, spread in the red sheets with his phone propped on the bed so he can fist his cock in one hand and work his fingers inside himself with the other. A flare of arousal jolts through Jongin and his hips jerk upward into the ring of his hand. His forefinger and thumb tighten, rubbing against his cock as it thrusts in and out.
“I wish it was your cock inside me,” Kyungsoo moans, out of breath and voice cracking. Jongin’s eyes roll back, bottom lip in his teeth so he doesn’t alert anyone outside his office as to what he’s doing. “Do you want to fuck me hard and fast?” Kyungsoo asks. “Or slow enough to make me beg? Please, Jongin, make me cum.”
Jongin lets out a shaky breath and pumps himself faster. “I want to bend you in half,” he starts, sweat now running in beads down the back of his neck. “Throw your legs over my shoulders and fuck you until the bed breaks.”
Kyungsoo’s whimper is loud and his breathing heavy through the phone. “No one fills me like you.”
“I’m going to make you scream my name tonight,” Jongin promises, head thrown back as the heat winds tight, abs tensing and thighs shaking as he speeds his strokes.
Kyungsoo is loud when he hits his orgasm, his voice alone enough to have Jongin cumming over his hand. The chair squeaks as he pushes back, dangerously close to tipping over and he has to right himself before he falls. There’s nothing save for the sound of panting, Jongin trying to catch his breath as Kyungsoo sighs happily on the other line.
“I love you,” Kyungsoo says with a laugh and Jongin smiles.
“When I get home, I’ll fuck you any way you want.”
The rest of Jongin’s day is uneventful, unread texts left sitting on his phone because reading anything Kyungsoo sent him while getting off would do nothing except rile him up again. He gets to scan over contracts full of legal jargon and edit where needed, pace in a circle around the table in the center of the break room while taking in one last cup of steaming coffee so he’ll have energy later. And when that clock hits five, he’s on his way out the door.
Kyungsoo is topless, wandering around in a pair of Jongin’s boxers with splotches of red and blue paint mixing into purple on his fingertips. He looks pleased, a smirk on his full lips that melts into a smile when Jongin lifts him off the floor to spin him in a circle. “I missed you,” is murmured into Kyungsoo’s neck, Jongin leaving a soft kiss against the skin.
Dinner may not be waiting on the table and there are paint supplies and half-used canvases scattered through the living room, but this is home. Anywhere Kyungsoo is is home and Jongin kisses him again, lips pressed to lips and Kyungsoo wrapping arms around his neck to draw him closer.
“Did you make anything new today?” Jongin inquires as he watches Kyungsoo’s fingers pulling apart the knot in his tie. The fabric is tugged away and tossed over Kyungsoo’s shoulder before he begins unbuttoning Jongin’s shirt, uncaring of the colorful smudges he’s leaving behind.
“Nothing worth keeping,” he remarks with a shrug, diligently working plastic buttons through the holes until Jongin’s chest peeks through. And then he’s dropping kisses on the exposed skin, leaving a trail from Jongin’s throat to his stomach as Kyungsoo slowly sinks to his knees. Jongin’s already breathing a little heavier, watching with anticipation as Kyungsoo works to rid him of his pants too. “I was thinking of covering you in paint,” Kyungsoo confesses, words muffled a little because his lips are pressing against the swell of Jongin’s cock through his boxer briefs. “But we had to buy new carpet the last time we did that.”
Jongin couldn’t give two fucks about carpet at the moment, but Kyungsoo has a point. Sometimes his art projects get out of hand; like the one where he decided to try pottery and they ended up both covered in watery clay, Kyungsoo riding his cock in the middle of the floor. Jongin still had bits of clay dried in his hair the next day and, to his extreme embarrassment, Baekhyun took to picking it out in the break room over breakfast.
It’s best to not have things like that repeat, but Jongin can’t find a reason to argue when Kyungsoo is nipping at the base of his cock with a teasing grin before hooking fingers in the sides of his boxer briefs and tugging them down. The waistband catches on his cock, bringing it down and when it finally releases, it nearly smacks Kyungsoo in the face. It would be funny except Kyungsoo already has his tongue on him, licking around the head before sucking it between his lips.
Jongin sheds his suit jacket and shirt with efficiency, letting them pool on the floor with everything else. He can worry about wrinkles and stains later. Kyungsoo seems happy to suck Jongin down, moaning when the tip of his dick hits the back of his throat, but Jongin has other ideas. Fingers tangle in deep red strands of hair and pull him up, Jongin’s cock falling out of Kyungsoo’s mouth with a pop. Kyungsoo looks put out, as if Jongin’s taken away his favorite toy.
“Window,” Jongin instructs and Kyungsoo’s eyes light up before he’s bounding away. Jongin follows after stepping out of his pants, toeing off his socks along the way until Kyungsoo is back with a bottle of lube. He lets himself be led into the kitchen where Kyungsoo had taken the picture, watching with rapt attention as he pulls his boxers off as he walks.
Jongin’s always had self control issues when it comes to Kyungsoo’s ass, fingers itching to sink into the plush cheeks and knead them until his boyfriend is sobbing for more. And this time is no different, but when Jongin goes in for a grab, Kyungsoo is spinning with a knowing grin and a cluck of his tongue.
Kyungsoo stops in front of the window and Jongin pushes him the rest of the way back, enjoying the shiver that travels up and down Kyungsoo from the chill of the glass. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Jongin asks, voice deep as he runs the pad of his thumb over Kyungsoo’s lower lip.
“Almost,” Kyungsoo purrs, licking Jongin’s thumb with a flick of his tongue. He hooks a leg around Jongin’s hip, pulling him forward until they’re pressed together. They both take a moment to bask in the feel of skin against skin, cocks trapped between their bodies as they slowly begin rocking. Kyungsoo pops the cap of the lube and uses it to slick both their cocks, paying extra attention to Jongin’s.
Jongin swipes two fingers over Kyungsoo’s dick, wetting them so he can slip them down and into his ass. The bottle of lube falls to the floor and Kyungsoo clutches Jongin’s shoulders, mouth opening and a soft moan spilling out. He’s already so stretched and slick, but Jongin takes his time anyway, crooking his fingers and watching the way Kyungsoo’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes roll back when he does it just right. He loves the way his hips jerk and his fingernails dig into his skin. “Fuck,” Kyungsoo breathes. “Jongin please.”
He sounds wrecked already and Jongin pulls away only long enough to lift Kyungsoo’s smaller body, thick thighs wrapping around his waist. Kyungsoo leans down to rest his forehead against Jongin’s, moaning loud and long when Jongin fits his cock between his cheeks and then pushes in. It feels like Kyungsoo’s body is trying to smother him, the heat clenching around his cock and legs tightening.
The way Kyungsoo curves around him, back bowing off the window so Jongin is carrying all his weight lets him know he’s loved because sometimes Jongin just needs that little bit of reassurance. And then Kyungsoo moves, rolling his hips down until Jongin is completely inside him, both of them gasping.
Jongin pushes Kyungsoo’s body hard against the glass, watches with greedy eyes as goosebumps flourish over pale skin now mottled with red. Kyungsoo lets out these little hitched sounds, almost like hiccups every time Jongin thrusts up, Jongin’s fingers digging harder into the skin of his thighs to hold him up.
Kyungsoo was right; he does look pretty with the sun behind him as a halo, highlighting the soft angles of his body, the sheen of sweat on his face and chest. Jongin wants to lay him down, worship him from head to toe with his hands and mouth, but he puts off the urge for later. Right now he’s intent on giving Kyungsoo a good, hard fuck just how he likes.
Kyungsoo’s moans crack and break, voice going higher and higher until it’s just a melody of whimpers that fill the room. Jongin goes faster, calves and abs burning from the workout, but he won’t let up. A hand fists behind Jongin’s ear, twisting and pulling his hair as Kyungsoo frantically rocks down with each thrust.
Pushing and pulling.
In and out.
Up and down.
Shaking bodies and sharp breaths.
Kyungsoo cums with a fist around his cock and Jongin fucking him through it with hard snaps of his hips, intent on leaving bruises. He calls out Jongin’s name, body tensing, pulsing muscles milking Jongin’s orgasm out of him. It’s hard to keep on his feet, knees bending and Kyungsoo sliding down the glass with a yelp.
Gingerly, Jongin slips his cock out of Kyungsoo and sets him on the floor. Kyungsoo leans back, a satisfied smile on his face. With a hand on the back of Jongin’s neck, he coaxes him in for a kiss.
It takes a minute for Jongin to catch his breath, eyes trained on the way his cum is dripping down Kyungsoo’s thighs. “Did it live up to expectations?” he inquires, finally looking up at his boyfriend’s face.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are closed, hair stuck to his forehead. “Better,” he answers. “But I think more experimenting will be required later.”
Jongin laughs, shaking his head at Kyungsoo, who slinks off with a subtle sway of his hips, toward the shower. “Join me?”
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I'm so sorry Stacy
This was supposed to be good
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