[one shot] Precious you
Kei walked closer to him, as casually as usual as he wrapped his arms around his fragile frame. “You making dinner?” He whispered huskily into his ear, Kei felt him shiver, knowing how sensitive he was right there.
“H-Hai..” He stuttered back. Kei always loved how innocent his Japanese sounded, he became fluent after spending so much time here. “Kei-Kun, could you please set the table for me?”
“Sure will.” Kei answered as he pecked the skin behind his ear. Chuckling as he heard him whimper slightly at the touch of his lips on his body. “But first I want to know something..”
While gasping Jejung turned his head slightly so he could look at Kei, his eyes were already 2 narrow lines. He sure was sensitive. “W-What..”
Grinning Kei made your hands roam on his body, stopping right above his crotch. “Am I making you horny Jejung-san?” He asked matter-of-factly, acting as if he was surprised.
Jejung’s breath hitched. “W-Why do you asked?” His head leaned on Kei’s shoulder as he breathed against the younger’s neck.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kei chuckled with a slightly evil grin spread on his face. “It’s like no matter what I do to you, you’ll always end up wanting me..”
“Y-You’re fault…”
“And I fully take the blame, Jejung-san.” It was more than obvious Jejung would be dripping right now, which was something common since he was highly sensitive. His hands finally reached below the other’s navel and attacked his crotch through his pants, making the other buck his hips against the palms.
Kei knew how eager his boyfriend was, the way he was moving against the hands he held onto his already anger, throbbing cock indicated how ready he was. But, to be honest Kei always wanted to tease him, make him beg a little.
“K-Kei-kun~”
“What’s wrong Jejung-san?”
Jejung whined slightly. “U-Undress me~”
“In the kitchen? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Kei smirked, licking Jejung’s neck. “You should be cooking.”
“B-But…”
“No buts, just continue.”
While he bit his lip he took the soup spoon again and started stirring the soup. He squirmed under Kei’s touch, all the while trying to keep stirring, which was kind of a hard task since his whole body was shaking. “K-Kei-kun.. please..”
But Kei didn’t even try to stop himself from groping Jejung’s cock through his pants. “You don’t want the soup to overcook right? Just try to concentrate.”
At this rate Jejung was already trembling and panting. “I-I can’t Kei… c-can’t concentrate~” His head rolled back against Kei’s shoulder, gasping and whimpering every time the other’s hand made him aware of his angry, throbbing erection. How hopelessly he’d beg for Kei’s touch, he knew he had to wait.. It would only get better.
“Try to.” Kei whispered calmly in Jejung’s ear, his tongue playing with his auricle. Finally one of his hands dove under the elastic waistband of Jejung’s jeans, passing the thin layer of briefs that was already moist, immediately heading for the gold.
Jejung cried out in surprised as Kei didn’t hesitate to press his thumb into the leaking slit, making him release the spoon so it clattered down on the stove. His concentration on the food was too far away, the only thing that kept him hungry right now was Kei’s touch.
“What’s wrong? Not able to cook?”
“… N-No..”
Kei lips curled up in a devilish smirk. “And why’s that?”
“Be-Because..” Jejung tried his best to swallow every moan that threatened to erupt from his throat. Was he going to say he was about to burst, in need to be taken and fucked ‘till he wouldn’t be able to stand? “I-I’m trembling for you, K-Kei-kun..”
“Ah, so that’s what’s wrong, ne?” Kei sniggered and kissed down Jejung’s neck, one hand remained inside of Jejung’s briefs while the other tugged the string of the apron. But instead of taking it off fully he started to unbutton the shirt underneath. “I guess I should give you what you want then..” The shirt, jeans and briefs dropped lifelessly on the kitchen floor while Kei tied the apron around his body.
Jejung didn’t get why he’d still wear that stupid apron, or was it some kind of secret fetish Kei kicked on. “W-Why do I still..”
But he got shushed by a fierce kiss from the other. “Because, you’re my kitchen princess, Jejung-san.”
“I-I’m not a girl..”
“Even better.”
For a second, Jejung was fully unaware of what was happening. Before he could even realize where he was Kei had tied his hands up to the cupboards above with some dishcloths. He whimpered when suddenly something cold and hard poked at his tight hole. “Kei…” He squirmed uncomfortably and bucked his hips to not make the unknown object enter him, instead rubbing his hard-on cock against the sink.
He felt one of Kei’s hands trailing over his bare back, passing the thin string of the apron as he massaged his cheeks. “A kitchen princess is always on its place in the kitchen, Jejung-san.” He could hear him say, though he was too nervous to look over his shoulder. “No matter what situation it’s in.”
“W-What’s that?” He referred to the hard, foreign object at his rear.
A small chuckled drew from Kei’s throat. “Something you use every day, that I want to use on you right now.” He leaned in and whispered huskily. “You really wanna know what it is?”
“Y-Yes..” He nodded his head swiftly and bit his lip, the object slowly entering him. Like he was struck by lightning he jerked forward, squeezing his cock between his body and the sink while his hole gladly sucked the long hardness in. Moans escaped his mouth shamelessly as he felt his muscles contract around the object.
“It’s the spoon you just used for the soup, Jejung-san.”
Jejung’s eyes shot open in surprise, he started to wiggle again, trying to make his body stop taking control. Kitchen utensils shouldn’t be used for this kind of games, but instead of getting it out Kei started thrusting the long, wooden length deeper. “K-Kei-kun!~”
“It’s good right? Almost as good as your cooking.” Kei teased as his hand wrapped around Jejung’s dick, jerking it off in pace with the thrusting of the spoon.
Before he could give an answer that could’ve made sense, Jejung’s whole body started to jerking around like crazy. It was that uncontrollable pleasure that made Jejung unable to hold himself in. Screaming and moaning he allowed Kei to go further, begging for more.
Kei dropped his own pants to the floor, his cock dripping wet at the sight of his older boyfriend. It was the first time they’d been going this far and he just caught himself falling in love with Jejung again and again. That beautiful voice, those mesmerizing eyes, his shivering, shining body. Without a second thought he grabbed both sides of Jejung’s ass and spread his butt cheeks wider so he could see how red the other’s hole had become. The throbbing, wet muscles eagerly contracting around the wooden spoon.
He couldn’t handle that extremely sexy sight.
Jejung whimpered softly, he was almost at his limit, he felt he was. Did he ever feel so much painful pleasure at once? Kei hadn’t been this rough on him before, but he had to admit that the guy’s rough side turned him on. He’d already forgotten he still needed that spoon later on, it just felt so good. But the thick wooden stick wasn’t the size of a cock, so as the demanding type of guy he was he begged for more. “Kei-kun~ … N-Need you!”
Of course, Kei would be crazy if he didn’t want to. He spread the butt cheeks wider and wider, but didn’t take the spoon out. As he slipped the tip of his erection into Jejung’s hole he received a surprised yelp.
“T-The spoon~”
“No… No it’s staying right there..” Kei grunted as he pushed in further, Jejung’s muscles were sucking him in as eager as they did when the spoon entered. It was tight, but he managed to get in up until the hilt, the round top of the spoon pressing into his flesh.
Jejung desperately held the dishcloths as he expected something to happen. His eyes were closed, while his mouth was open wide so he had enough way to breath. “K-Kei.. Kei-kun..”
Kei took a deep breath, it was his first time doing DP, but what he saw of it it had to be good. With a powerful thrust forward he almost broke Jejung, his hips bucking widely as the spoon stabbed his hipbone with every thrust.
For Jejung this was crazy, his high-pitched moans pierced through the immense apartment, echoing until they died away, and made way for a new string of moans and whimpers. As his cock pressed against the skin again he felt the urge to rub himself against the closed cupboards. Creating the perfect harmony of movements between him and Kei.
Every time Kei thrusted in Jejung bucked his hips forward, as he pulled out he pulled back as well. The synchrony was on the mere second incredibly perfect.
When the familiar knot started forming in Jejung’s lower abdomen he screamed for release. Kei immediately untied the dishcloths so he could take Jejung on his lap. Sitting on their very dinner table. He thrusted up into Jejung’s still stuffed hole until he heard his beloved scream, his seed spurting out of the angry cock. His semen stained his shirt and thighs.
With a few more hard thrust inside the stuffed hole, he pulled the spoon out first. Disposing of it by simply throwing it away. He grunted the other’s name as he filled him up with his cum.
In a mess of pants and whimpers Jejung laid on top of his younger boyfriend, totally exhausted. His fingers trailed on the soft lines of Kei’s chest. “K-Kei-kun…”
“Yes, my kitchen princess.” Kei said as his hands threaded to Jejung’s tangled locks.
“I’ll finish my cooking now when you stop being such a distraction.” He said in a singsong voice as he kissed Kei’s lips softly.
Kei had to laugh at that, the cute guy always knew how to make a perfect ending out of a perfect round of sex. “That sounds fair.”
And as Kei watched his boyfriend finishing their delicious dinner he was already thinking about the next possible place Jejung would look delicate.
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FINALLY! Now I'm gonna prepare dinner 8D!
Sorry for text layout is a bitrch >< fix it later!
“H-Hai..” He stuttered back. Kei always loved how innocent his Japanese sounded, he became fluent after spending so much time here. “Kei-Kun, could you please set the table for me?”
“Sure will.” Kei answered as he pecked the skin behind his ear. Chuckling as he heard him whimper slightly at the touch of his lips on his body. “But first I want to know something..”
While gasping Jejung turned his head slightly so he could look at Kei, his eyes were already 2 narrow lines. He sure was sensitive. “W-What..”
Grinning Kei made your hands roam on his body, stopping right above his crotch. “Am I making you horny Jejung-san?” He asked matter-of-factly, acting as if he was surprised.
Jejung’s breath hitched. “W-Why do you asked?” His head leaned on Kei’s shoulder as he breathed against the younger’s neck.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Kei chuckled with a slightly evil grin spread on his face. “It’s like no matter what I do to you, you’ll always end up wanting me..”
“Y-You’re fault…”
“And I fully take the blame, Jejung-san.” It was more than obvious Jejung would be dripping right now, which was something common since he was highly sensitive. His hands finally reached below the other’s navel and attacked his crotch through his pants, making the other buck his hips against the palms.
Kei knew how eager his boyfriend was, the way he was moving against the hands he held onto his already anger, throbbing cock indicated how ready he was. But, to be honest Kei always wanted to tease him, make him beg a little.
“K-Kei-kun~”
“What’s wrong Jejung-san?”
Jejung whined slightly. “U-Undress me~”
“In the kitchen? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” Kei smirked, licking Jejung’s neck. “You should be cooking.”
“B-But…”
“No buts, just continue.”
While he bit his lip he took the soup spoon again and started stirring the soup. He squirmed under Kei’s touch, all the while trying to keep stirring, which was kind of a hard task since his whole body was shaking. “K-Kei-kun.. please..”
But Kei didn’t even try to stop himself from groping Jejung’s cock through his pants. “You don’t want the soup to overcook right? Just try to concentrate.”
At this rate Jejung was already trembling and panting. “I-I can’t Kei… c-can’t concentrate~” His head rolled back against Kei’s shoulder, gasping and whimpering every time the other’s hand made him aware of his angry, throbbing erection. How hopelessly he’d beg for Kei’s touch, he knew he had to wait.. It would only get better.
“Try to.” Kei whispered calmly in Jejung’s ear, his tongue playing with his auricle. Finally one of his hands dove under the elastic waistband of Jejung’s jeans, passing the thin layer of briefs that was already moist, immediately heading for the gold.
Jejung cried out in surprised as Kei didn’t hesitate to press his thumb into the leaking slit, making him release the spoon so it clattered down on the stove. His concentration on the food was too far away, the only thing that kept him hungry right now was Kei’s touch.
“What’s wrong? Not able to cook?”
“… N-No..”
Kei lips curled up in a devilish smirk. “And why’s that?”
“Be-Because..” Jejung tried his best to swallow every moan that threatened to erupt from his throat. Was he going to say he was about to burst, in need to be taken and fucked ‘till he wouldn’t be able to stand? “I-I’m trembling for you, K-Kei-kun..”
“Ah, so that’s what’s wrong, ne?” Kei sniggered and kissed down Jejung’s neck, one hand remained inside of Jejung’s briefs while the other tugged the string of the apron. But instead of taking it off fully he started to unbutton the shirt underneath. “I guess I should give you what you want then..” The shirt, jeans and briefs dropped lifelessly on the kitchen floor while Kei tied the apron around his body.
Jejung didn’t get why he’d still wear that stupid apron, or was it some kind of secret fetish Kei kicked on. “W-Why do I still..”
But he got shushed by a fierce kiss from the other. “Because, you’re my kitchen princess, Jejung-san.”
“I-I’m not a girl..”
“Even better.”
For a second, Jejung was fully unaware of what was happening. Before he could even realize where he was Kei had tied his hands up to the cupboards above with some dishcloths. He whimpered when suddenly something cold and hard poked at his tight hole. “Kei…” He squirmed uncomfortably and bucked his hips to not make the unknown object enter him, instead rubbing his hard-on cock against the sink.
He felt one of Kei’s hands trailing over his bare back, passing the thin string of the apron as he massaged his cheeks. “A kitchen princess is always on its place in the kitchen, Jejung-san.” He could hear him say, though he was too nervous to look over his shoulder. “No matter what situation it’s in.”
“W-What’s that?” He referred to the hard, foreign object at his rear.
A small chuckled drew from Kei’s throat. “Something you use every day, that I want to use on you right now.” He leaned in and whispered huskily. “You really wanna know what it is?”
“Y-Yes..” He nodded his head swiftly and bit his lip, the object slowly entering him. Like he was struck by lightning he jerked forward, squeezing his cock between his body and the sink while his hole gladly sucked the long hardness in. Moans escaped his mouth shamelessly as he felt his muscles contract around the object.
“It’s the spoon you just used for the soup, Jejung-san.”
Jejung’s eyes shot open in surprise, he started to wiggle again, trying to make his body stop taking control. Kitchen utensils shouldn’t be used for this kind of games, but instead of getting it out Kei started thrusting the long, wooden length deeper. “K-Kei-kun!~”
“It’s good right? Almost as good as your cooking.” Kei teased as his hand wrapped around Jejung’s dick, jerking it off in pace with the thrusting of the spoon.
Before he could give an answer that could’ve made sense, Jejung’s whole body started to jerking around like crazy. It was that uncontrollable pleasure that made Jejung unable to hold himself in. Screaming and moaning he allowed Kei to go further, begging for more.
Kei dropped his own pants to the floor, his cock dripping wet at the sight of his older boyfriend. It was the first time they’d been going this far and he just caught himself falling in love with Jejung again and again. That beautiful voice, those mesmerizing eyes, his shivering, shining body. Without a second thought he grabbed both sides of Jejung’s ass and spread his butt cheeks wider so he could see how red the other’s hole had become. The throbbing, wet muscles eagerly contracting around the wooden spoon.
He couldn’t handle that extremely sexy sight.
Jejung whimpered softly, he was almost at his limit, he felt he was. Did he ever feel so much painful pleasure at once? Kei hadn’t been this rough on him before, but he had to admit that the guy’s rough side turned him on. He’d already forgotten he still needed that spoon later on, it just felt so good. But the thick wooden stick wasn’t the size of a cock, so as the demanding type of guy he was he begged for more. “Kei-kun~ … N-Need you!”
Of course, Kei would be crazy if he didn’t want to. He spread the butt cheeks wider and wider, but didn’t take the spoon out. As he slipped the tip of his erection into Jejung’s hole he received a surprised yelp.
“T-The spoon~”
“No… No it’s staying right there..” Kei grunted as he pushed in further, Jejung’s muscles were sucking him in as eager as they did when the spoon entered. It was tight, but he managed to get in up until the hilt, the round top of the spoon pressing into his flesh.
Jejung desperately held the dishcloths as he expected something to happen. His eyes were closed, while his mouth was open wide so he had enough way to breath. “K-Kei.. Kei-kun..”
Kei took a deep breath, it was his first time doing DP, but what he saw of it it had to be good. With a powerful thrust forward he almost broke Jejung, his hips bucking widely as the spoon stabbed his hipbone with every thrust.
For Jejung this was crazy, his high-pitched moans pierced through the immense apartment, echoing until they died away, and made way for a new string of moans and whimpers. As his cock pressed against the skin again he felt the urge to rub himself against the closed cupboards. Creating the perfect harmony of movements between him and Kei.
Every time Kei thrusted in Jejung bucked his hips forward, as he pulled out he pulled back as well. The synchrony was on the mere second incredibly perfect.
When the familiar knot started forming in Jejung’s lower abdomen he screamed for release. Kei immediately untied the dishcloths so he could take Jejung on his lap. Sitting on their very dinner table. He thrusted up into Jejung’s still stuffed hole until he heard his beloved scream, his seed spurting out of the angry cock. His semen stained his shirt and thighs.
With a few more hard thrust inside the stuffed hole, he pulled the spoon out first. Disposing of it by simply throwing it away. He grunted the other’s name as he filled him up with his cum.
In a mess of pants and whimpers Jejung laid on top of his younger boyfriend, totally exhausted. His fingers trailed on the soft lines of Kei’s chest. “K-Kei-kun…”
“Yes, my kitchen princess.” Kei said as his hands threaded to Jejung’s tangled locks.
“I’ll finish my cooking now when you stop being such a distraction.” He said in a singsong voice as he kissed Kei’s lips softly.
Kei had to laugh at that, the cute guy always knew how to make a perfect ending out of a perfect round of sex. “That sounds fair.”
And as Kei watched his boyfriend finishing their delicious dinner he was already thinking about the next possible place Jejung would look delicate.
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FINALLY! Now I'm gonna prepare dinner 8D!
Sorry for text layout is a bitrch >< fix it later!