손길 (Way of a touch) -oneshot-
손길 (Way of a touch)
pairing: ZICO/OC
rating: NC-17
summary: aka. where was Zico, when all the other members were shooted in their hotel rooms
A/N: for my Private <3
„I think the MTV crew will come tonight to get a „surprise“ peek into your rooms, so don't go out, deal?“ the boss talked to the members of Block B as he was dispensing the hotel keys.
Zico took a breath to say something but Cho PD cut him off before he could even open his mouth.
„I know, I am driving you myself, it was a deal, don't worry that I forgot.“ he winked at the young boy.
„What is it?“ Park Kyung perked.
Cho PD again took care of the rest of the members.
„As all of you know, Jiho has got a lot of friends here since he studied here, so he is allowed to go out tonight to meet them. Any objections?“ he wanted to be fair and give the others opportunity to rant, if nothing else. The guys were already used to it. Jiho had special place in their boss's heart. First it was hard to handle but when they saw Jiho working his ass off for them almost 24/7, without someone even actually asking him to do so...they all came to understand. Jiho not only had a special place in their boss's heart, he was special. And they were grateful enough to let go of his privileges, almost sending him rest by themselves.
It was late afternoon when Zico drove next to Cho PD to her house. He called first to make sure she was even at home. There was no time in Korea to give her a call that he was coming. She sounded so excited... Well, the last time they got to see each other was at the beginning of the summer.
„You shine when you talk to her.“ Cho PD gives Zico a teasing nudge when the young boy hangs up. These words, especially from a mouth of his boss, send a blush into Jiho's cheeks. He was close to the boss, but definitely not enough to have this conversations with him.
„Oh stop it, hyung.“
„No really, I mean...how long did you say you were with this girl? 3 years?“ he drove the car as the GPS told him to.
„Two and 10 months.“ the teenage corrects.
Cho PD laughes; giving the young boy a loving smile. He remembers when he was young enough to count months. They drive quietly for a while before the older man once again gets curious.
„And how do you speak together? I mean... she's not Japanese, you are not Japanese...“
Zico cuts him off: „We speak japanese, of course. We both studied here long enough.“
„I see. If you get to speak, right?“ his boss is giving him another hyung-like teasing comment.
„Oh geez hyung, shut up or I am getting out and walk the rest of the way.“ Zico gives out an embarrassed groan and hides his face in his palms.
„Fine fine fine! I am not nosing anymore. Just make sure to … you know. We don't need another scandal now.“
„Promise,“ Zico signs and feels very relieved that they are almost at the place now. No more questions.
Jiho gets out, agreeing that he will wait in front of the house at 5:30 AM the next morning.
For some strange unknown reason he feels all nervous. Ok, it was like 3 months he didn't get to see her and almost a year of not being able to greet her parents proprely, so a little tense was expected. He checks his hair when he watches his reflection in the glass of the door and makes sure his clothes are all on the right place. Only then he rings the bell.
His heart started to beat violently. When the doorknob moves he brakes into a sweat. He opens his mouth to greet the parents, but his heart almost melts the second he sees that it was his girlfriend who came to open for him.
She is wearing cute red loose pants and grey tee. Her hair is all wild; brown waves untamed. She breaks into a wide smile and starts to back away in front of him. Jiho was highly confused. It wasn't that she would be giving him space to enter, she literally started to step backwards into the house, leaving the door opened for him.
He frowns and doesn't really know what to think of the look in her eyes; the look that's screaming that she's something up to; something very naughty. He knew he needs to beware when she was in such a mood.
„What is it, what are you up to?“ Jiho asks and closes the door behind him without even needing to look for the doorknob.
She...takes off her tee and stands there in front of him in only her bra and baggy homey pants.
She's far from his ideal girl type... and as much as it opposes the logic, he believes that that is part of why he loved her for all those years and why he wants to love her for...ever. His eyes go wide though and he looks around in panic; „Are you crazy?! Put that on, your parents...“ he makes few quick steps closer and tries to dress the tee back on her but she starts to run up the stairs and leaves the pants of her's in the middle of it too.
„Everyone left to Hokkaido for this week!“ she informs him with a tinkly giggle.
He bits on the lower lip; a dangerously wide smile plastered all over his face.
'You're incredible', he thinks to himself and doubts that he could ever meet more crazy, cute and daringly sexy girl, if not her. Well, this welcoming have him consider, if this girl wasn't even more daring than he was. Well....definitely not more crazy about him than he was about her...
Jiho slowly escalates the stairs and finds the door to her room half opened. When he enters she waits for him sprawled all over the king sized bed; giving him still the same amused and naughty eyes.
Jiho closes the door and while making his way to the bed, he takes of his jacket and hoodie. He than crawls over her, holding his weight up on his elbows that he places on the sides of her shoulders.
„You are crazy, do you know it?“ Jiho sais and his voice is colored with adoration. She brings her arms around his neck and smiles widely while giving him an answer:
„Yes, and I know you love it.“
Jiho brings his palms on her cheeks and with a thumbs strokes them. His eyes roam over her face for a few seconds before he finally says what he should have said „few clothes off and one stairs“ ago.
„Hi, private.“
Her eyes loose the urgent naughtiness that was settled there ever since she got the call. They soften into his actions and into the sound of the nickname he gave her oh... so long time ago.
„Hi.“ she voices out weakly, her eyes getting watery. But smile grows even bigger, if possible. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair.
„I was looking forward to be able to do that again.“ she admits.
Jiho turns his palms over and strokes her cheeks up to her ears.
„I know you hated the dreads. And well...they became a hassle. And...stunk.“ he frowned at how the scene was going a completely wrong direction. 'This can't continue to „i-stunk“ direction any longer', he decides and lowers his face down to join their lips in a tender and loving brush.
As always, if in bed, they never last long just kissing.
Couch? Why not.
Fully clothed? Why not, they were together long enough to be able to just BE together without feeling a need to tear clothes off each other anytime they find themselves alone.
But bed was a different story...
Jiho soon feels her hands fisting the back of his shirt and her legs falling apart to welcome him in between. That always makes the position more comfortable for both.
He licks her lips long and deepens the kiss. One of his hands stays resting affectionately on her cheek while the other one is brought to browse over her naked side. Jiho kisses her jaw down, and purposely finds the little spot under her ear that always makes her come undone under him.
The second he lets the tip of his tongue touch the place, her body arches up against his; leaving the mattress for a few seconds. Every touch sourcing a tiny pant. He continues down to kiss on her shoulder and hooks his fingers behind the lace of her bra. His other hand strokes it's way down over her thigh. Jiho hooks his palm under her knee and pulls her right leg up; pushing it around his waist.
He hears her breathing now...
Her lips part, her eyes fall close and her chest starts falling up and down quicker than normally.
Jiho slowly stripes her shoulders of the bra laces and licked on her collarbone.
She moans softly, but audibly. Her hips moves up against his lap and Jiho himself starts to feel turned on from all the moving, shuffling and waving he feels under him. Jiho loves to the bits to feel her move under his hands, to feel her breath under his palms and feeling her live under his touch.
After a while Jiho sits up; his hair messy from how she played with it and his lips red and little swollen for he enjoyed quite a while tasting her skin after such a long time.
He kneels up and looks down at his lover with a lust and need in eyes and confidence mixed with challenge in his smile. His long fingers quickly works his belt open and he gets rid of his jeans in a speed of light.
„You put on weight,“ she informes him teasingly after she runs her eyes down her lovers body.
He kneels back between her opened knees and brings her legs around his waist, He spanks her thigh and pouts:
„Shut up.“
She laughs merrily and accepts him back in her arms. This time Jiho kisses the hills of her chest, still keeping them tamed in a bra, though. He rests his lap, now clothed only in a thin fabric of boxers, against her also thinly coated folds. She inhales sharply and her eyes rolls up to the back of her head.
He smiles at her reaction and decides not to waste any more time. He brings one of his hands against the wall over her head and watches his girlfriend down under him. His other hand strokes her thigh, butt cheek and finally gives one long stroke to her lap. Purposely pushing his fingers deeper into the fabric, parting her folds; he teases her. She moans and bites her lip; her hands grip on the sheets, partly to maintain balance since he has her lower part up around his waist, raised from the mattress giving her no more support but his hips to hang on.
Her hips move up against his touch for a while and then she unhooks her legs to drop down on the mattress. She sits up half way, he knees still open. She reaches to pull out her boyfriends hard shaft, which's head was already almost peeking out of his boxers. She tugs his boxers down enough only to get full access to his manhood. She leans forward and tastes it against her tongue. She knows he loves it...
He bits on his lip when it starts to feel dangerous he tears her lips off him and leans down to kiss her. He adjust his knees more apart so he slides lower against the touch of her hand. His hands massaging her down between her legs, this time his fingers skillfully coming into her panties; making a direct contact with her clit.
A series of shuffling, mutual thrusting and sloppy kissing is soon followed by the first convo of a female moans.
The second Jiho's moans add to hers, he decides to move on. His mind's already hazed by lust and he wants more. He removes his fingers from her, which sources a frustrated complain. Jiho finally gets enough brain capacity to concentrate on the kiss, so he finally deepens it again; sucks on her lips hungrily.
She let go of his now fully erected shaft and let him hover over. Her back falls back into the sheets and she brings both of her hands in his hair.
They kiss with a needy passion for a while, before he brakes apart only to kiss on her breasts. He requests access to the bra form under her back, so he can just get rid of it for good.
When the piece of the underwaear's finally out of the way, he covers one of her bosoms his large palm; squeezing it lightly. His lips, cover the other nipple; licks it and tease it softly.
She lies with her arms above her head and she's watching him.
Jiho's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he's enjoying tasting every inch of her skin with fondly closed eyes.
Her breasts first, her ribs, her navel...
When his plump lips reach her hipbone she can't really concentrate anymore and she just lets her head fall back into the pillow.
Jiho kneels up once again, holds her hips tightly and pulls her down; tugging her off the pillow. She gives out a surprised moan, but it doesn't take too long to process what he's up to.
He reaches over her head and with a little of her help he stuffs the pillow under her butt. He takes off her briefs in one swift motion and settles himself between her legs; comfortably on his belly. He supports himself on his elbows and his large hands hold on the inner sides of her thighs.
Jiho's thumbs stroke the soft skin and his eyes fall close once again as he dives down to give her a first long and hot lick.
She turns a mess under his ministration in a matter of few minutes. The advantage of being with someone for a long time is, that the wrong moves, uncomfortable touches, misunderstandings that initially made the lovemaking more of a labor, they eventually disappear. He knows how to treat her down there, he knows what makes her curl in pleasure and what sources the right reactions he wants to get.
After a while her moans get into the sinc with how her hips move against his mouth. He finally brings his thumbs up to open her folds and helps himself get deeper. The second his tongue mimics what he's about to do with her in just another little while, her back arches; her fists tighten around the sheets and the time freezes.
He licks her few times more through her trembling state and when she collapses slowly back, he takes out the pillow from under her hips.
Jiho collapses next to her and brings the pillow under his elbow. He watches the girl in front of him, completely naked; sprawled ungracefully. She licks her dry lips and forces her eyes open.
„That was....“ he searches for Jiho by her side.
„I know,“ he cuts her off,brings his palm over her cheek and strokes it lovingly.
Her eyes feel still hazy and her limbs are still a little numb. Despite of it she doesn't feel like wasting any other second. She shifts up and pushes Jiho down on the mattress on his back.
She realizes that he'd probably taken off his own boxers while undressing her and she was endlessly grateful. All she needed to do now was just bring one of her legs over his lap, grab his stone-hard shaft and imply herself on it, fully.
He moans and his back arched against the mattress for a second. He didn't expect her to do that now, he though she might take her time with him too. But hell...was he not to oppose to her having her way with him like this and right now.
„Oh...you...!“ he smiles through an initial groan of surprise.
His eyes are locked onto her face when she slowly starts to move her hips, back and forward, back and forward... As she moves and finds comfortable pace Jiho runs his hand down her back as if to feel the movement through his hands too. His hands rest on the small of her back for a moment; then they move back around.
She closes her eyes and makes it very obvious that she likes how awesome he feels inside this way. Jiho bits on his lip, so far he feels just very comfortable heat down around him, as she just writhes over his lap, giving more of a feeling to her self. He strokes her butt-cheeks and thighs, that are glued to his sides for a support. He slowly strokes the way up her inner thighs and as close as he can he brings his thumb into the way of her thrusts.
„Ahh...,“ she moans and collapses forward trying to catch the balance with her hands against Jiho's chest. She keeps riding his lap forward, her sensitive spot meeting Jiho's thumb halfway every time. He brings his other hand up and tames her hair. It was falling into both of their eyes making things uncomfortable. He holds her wild waves in his hand and holds it against her nape, his fingers playing through the clump.
Her movements get erratic. The combination of his tenderness, his shaft massaging and brushing all over her inner walls and his thumb massaging her clit with every thrust, … that's her stairway to heaven. She squeezes her eyes and shyly dropes her head down when she finally feels another wave of orgasm splashing all over her mind, down her spine and shoot her over the edge for a second time.
When Jiho feels her contracting around his shaft and sees her freeze once again in pleasure, he brings both of his hands now to hold her nape. Her face's brought down into a tender and long kiss. As she gets back to her senses she blushes all over.
„Sorry,“ she apologizes for how she completely let her selfish needs take over.
He strokes her naked back and sits up, with her still around his now very painfully hard wood.
He shakes his head, in sign that there was nothing to be sorry about. But... he surely can't wait any longer. He holds her thighs tight against his hips and moves forward until she falls back into the sheets. As he holds their joined bodies secure, all he needs to do is just start to move his hips upwards. Her lap aims upwards against his own, her legs hanging around his hipbones once again.
Jiho's grip on her waist is strong and he slowly moves up inside her and back.
After coming undone twice, she can barely feel him moving into her wet opening in this position. It doesn't give him many chances to go deep, but from the way his brows knot and his lips part, he seems to enjoy it this way. She let's him get his feel around the tight circle of her opening, and then accepts him with a soft moan when he stretches his legs behind and finally dives down into her fully.
„Jiho...“ she moans and brings his nape down so she could get a kiss.
„I miss you so freaking much all the time,“ the boy whispers when he kisses her jaw down to lick on hear earlobe. His hips are raising and falling down into her in slow and lazy manner, but definitely digging the deepest her body allowed him to go.
She doesn't know how to respond to this... Of course she misses him just as much, of course there are times when she watches him in a TV and wishes she could just hold his hand in her's again and she breaks into a tears of anger, frustration and unfairness.
She just decides to stay silent. She only digs her fingers into his back deeper, showing that she is hearing him just well.
His elbows rest on both sides of her head and he kisses her deeply again. She prompts her hips more upwards, trying to give him even better access. He groans to the change of angle and for a while breaks the kiss. His forehead rests against her, he moves down in and upwards out. This time his thrusts are getting more forceful. He slowly withdraws, slowly get in and pushes down harder the second he feels he is hitting the end.
„Fuck...“ he lets out a pant and once again joins their lips in a kiss.
With how his hips start to move more urgently, the kissing gets sloppier.
„Turn around for me,“ the boy asks her and removes himself to give her space to comply. He holds her hips and helps her to turn around. Holding them upward, he can again guide his shaft inside fully.
„Unnn...“ they moan unisono as the new position gives again yet totally new feeling. When he feels secure inside he rests his large palms over hers.
She let her arms rest in a candelabra form, bury her cheek into the mattress. When she feels his large palms cover hers, his chest brushing against her shoulder blades, and especially his fingers lacing with hers so both of them got a hard grip on the sheets, she smiles contently.
„I love you.“ he whispers into her ear before starting to move his body up over her's, bringing his shaft so deep inside her it feels like she could be cut to halves if he wasn't so tender lover all the time.
Her brows knot and she bits on her lip. The pain from the new level of incursion disappears quickly. It doesn't take long from there till Jiho let go of her hands, kneels up and brings her hips upwards with him. She knows he's close and needs to get through, now.
She closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the last minutes of their lovemaking fully. Jiho holds her hips tight in his hands, probably leaving marks of his fingers on her, but she couldn't care less. His breathing gets louder and even though he's not a sound type of lover, when he nears his top his throat releases tiny mewls.
The boy empties into her with last few erratic shallow thrusts and groans loudly. His mind goes blank and he just keeps thrusting in lazily until he feels, that he lost it all. He let her hips fall down and collapses half way over her, half way alongside. He's breathless and sweaty.
She can't say she's doing any different, though.
She turns on her side and runs her fingers through his sweaty bangs. She's used to giving him all the time in the world after that. She knows how long it takes to him to get back to his senses every time they end up like this.
Jiho keeps his eyes closed, tries to catch his breath and licks his lips few times before finally moving his arm over her waist. He tags her close against his chest and purrs like a cat.
„Did you say something before that I over-heard?“ Jiho asks significantly.
A mischievous look settles in her eyes.
„Mmmmmm...nope.“
He opens his eyes lazily and grins before he starts to tickle her hard.
„FINE FINE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU MORE! HAPPY?!“ she screams and laughs all at once.
Jiho lets go and rolls on his back; closing his eyes again. His hand travels over his own chest, feeling the post coital sensitivity on his own.
She bits on her lip and nestles closer. She kisses his jaw down to his ear and whispers against it, her lips purposely touching his skin.
„Will you have shower with me now?“
A smirk of realization stretches over his till now lax face.
„No,“ he say resolutely.
„What?!“ she looks at him in disbelief. She expected various reactions, but never such a blunt refusal.
He turns to his side as well and brings his hand on her back, harshly pulling her against his chest, their noses almost colliding.
„Cause washing a sweat of now, when I am nowhere near done with you for tonight, lacks all the logic,“ he reasons before he joins his lips with hers again.
pairing: ZICO/OC
rating: NC-17
summary: aka. where was Zico, when all the other members were shooted in their hotel rooms
A/N: for my Private <3
„I think the MTV crew will come tonight to get a „surprise“ peek into your rooms, so don't go out, deal?“ the boss talked to the members of Block B as he was dispensing the hotel keys.
Zico took a breath to say something but Cho PD cut him off before he could even open his mouth.
„I know, I am driving you myself, it was a deal, don't worry that I forgot.“ he winked at the young boy.
„What is it?“ Park Kyung perked.
Cho PD again took care of the rest of the members.
„As all of you know, Jiho has got a lot of friends here since he studied here, so he is allowed to go out tonight to meet them. Any objections?“ he wanted to be fair and give the others opportunity to rant, if nothing else. The guys were already used to it. Jiho had special place in their boss's heart. First it was hard to handle but when they saw Jiho working his ass off for them almost 24/7, without someone even actually asking him to do so...they all came to understand. Jiho not only had a special place in their boss's heart, he was special. And they were grateful enough to let go of his privileges, almost sending him rest by themselves.
It was late afternoon when Zico drove next to Cho PD to her house. He called first to make sure she was even at home. There was no time in Korea to give her a call that he was coming. She sounded so excited... Well, the last time they got to see each other was at the beginning of the summer.
„You shine when you talk to her.“ Cho PD gives Zico a teasing nudge when the young boy hangs up. These words, especially from a mouth of his boss, send a blush into Jiho's cheeks. He was close to the boss, but definitely not enough to have this conversations with him.
„Oh stop it, hyung.“
„No really, I mean...how long did you say you were with this girl? 3 years?“ he drove the car as the GPS told him to.
„Two and 10 months.“ the teenage corrects.
Cho PD laughes; giving the young boy a loving smile. He remembers when he was young enough to count months. They drive quietly for a while before the older man once again gets curious.
„And how do you speak together? I mean... she's not Japanese, you are not Japanese...“
Zico cuts him off: „We speak japanese, of course. We both studied here long enough.“
„I see. If you get to speak, right?“ his boss is giving him another hyung-like teasing comment.
„Oh geez hyung, shut up or I am getting out and walk the rest of the way.“ Zico gives out an embarrassed groan and hides his face in his palms.
„Fine fine fine! I am not nosing anymore. Just make sure to … you know. We don't need another scandal now.“
„Promise,“ Zico signs and feels very relieved that they are almost at the place now. No more questions.
Jiho gets out, agreeing that he will wait in front of the house at 5:30 AM the next morning.
For some strange unknown reason he feels all nervous. Ok, it was like 3 months he didn't get to see her and almost a year of not being able to greet her parents proprely, so a little tense was expected. He checks his hair when he watches his reflection in the glass of the door and makes sure his clothes are all on the right place. Only then he rings the bell.
His heart started to beat violently. When the doorknob moves he brakes into a sweat. He opens his mouth to greet the parents, but his heart almost melts the second he sees that it was his girlfriend who came to open for him.
She is wearing cute red loose pants and grey tee. Her hair is all wild; brown waves untamed. She breaks into a wide smile and starts to back away in front of him. Jiho was highly confused. It wasn't that she would be giving him space to enter, she literally started to step backwards into the house, leaving the door opened for him.
He frowns and doesn't really know what to think of the look in her eyes; the look that's screaming that she's something up to; something very naughty. He knew he needs to beware when she was in such a mood.
„What is it, what are you up to?“ Jiho asks and closes the door behind him without even needing to look for the doorknob.
She...takes off her tee and stands there in front of him in only her bra and baggy homey pants.
She's far from his ideal girl type... and as much as it opposes the logic, he believes that that is part of why he loved her for all those years and why he wants to love her for...ever. His eyes go wide though and he looks around in panic; „Are you crazy?! Put that on, your parents...“ he makes few quick steps closer and tries to dress the tee back on her but she starts to run up the stairs and leaves the pants of her's in the middle of it too.
„Everyone left to Hokkaido for this week!“ she informs him with a tinkly giggle.
He bits on the lower lip; a dangerously wide smile plastered all over his face.
'You're incredible', he thinks to himself and doubts that he could ever meet more crazy, cute and daringly sexy girl, if not her. Well, this welcoming have him consider, if this girl wasn't even more daring than he was. Well....definitely not more crazy about him than he was about her...
Jiho slowly escalates the stairs and finds the door to her room half opened. When he enters she waits for him sprawled all over the king sized bed; giving him still the same amused and naughty eyes.
Jiho closes the door and while making his way to the bed, he takes of his jacket and hoodie. He than crawls over her, holding his weight up on his elbows that he places on the sides of her shoulders.
„You are crazy, do you know it?“ Jiho sais and his voice is colored with adoration. She brings her arms around his neck and smiles widely while giving him an answer:
„Yes, and I know you love it.“
Jiho brings his palms on her cheeks and with a thumbs strokes them. His eyes roam over her face for a few seconds before he finally says what he should have said „few clothes off and one stairs“ ago.
„Hi, private.“
Her eyes loose the urgent naughtiness that was settled there ever since she got the call. They soften into his actions and into the sound of the nickname he gave her oh... so long time ago.
„Hi.“ she voices out weakly, her eyes getting watery. But smile grows even bigger, if possible. She runs her fingers through his light brown hair.
„I was looking forward to be able to do that again.“ she admits.
Jiho turns his palms over and strokes her cheeks up to her ears.
„I know you hated the dreads. And well...they became a hassle. And...stunk.“ he frowned at how the scene was going a completely wrong direction. 'This can't continue to „i-stunk“ direction any longer', he decides and lowers his face down to join their lips in a tender and loving brush.
As always, if in bed, they never last long just kissing.
Couch? Why not.
Fully clothed? Why not, they were together long enough to be able to just BE together without feeling a need to tear clothes off each other anytime they find themselves alone.
But bed was a different story...
Jiho soon feels her hands fisting the back of his shirt and her legs falling apart to welcome him in between. That always makes the position more comfortable for both.
He licks her lips long and deepens the kiss. One of his hands stays resting affectionately on her cheek while the other one is brought to browse over her naked side. Jiho kisses her jaw down, and purposely finds the little spot under her ear that always makes her come undone under him.
The second he lets the tip of his tongue touch the place, her body arches up against his; leaving the mattress for a few seconds. Every touch sourcing a tiny pant. He continues down to kiss on her shoulder and hooks his fingers behind the lace of her bra. His other hand strokes it's way down over her thigh. Jiho hooks his palm under her knee and pulls her right leg up; pushing it around his waist.
He hears her breathing now...
Her lips part, her eyes fall close and her chest starts falling up and down quicker than normally.
Jiho slowly stripes her shoulders of the bra laces and licked on her collarbone.
She moans softly, but audibly. Her hips moves up against his lap and Jiho himself starts to feel turned on from all the moving, shuffling and waving he feels under him. Jiho loves to the bits to feel her move under his hands, to feel her breath under his palms and feeling her live under his touch.
After a while Jiho sits up; his hair messy from how she played with it and his lips red and little swollen for he enjoyed quite a while tasting her skin after such a long time.
He kneels up and looks down at his lover with a lust and need in eyes and confidence mixed with challenge in his smile. His long fingers quickly works his belt open and he gets rid of his jeans in a speed of light.
„You put on weight,“ she informes him teasingly after she runs her eyes down her lovers body.
He kneels back between her opened knees and brings her legs around his waist, He spanks her thigh and pouts:
„Shut up.“
She laughs merrily and accepts him back in her arms. This time Jiho kisses the hills of her chest, still keeping them tamed in a bra, though. He rests his lap, now clothed only in a thin fabric of boxers, against her also thinly coated folds. She inhales sharply and her eyes rolls up to the back of her head.
He smiles at her reaction and decides not to waste any more time. He brings one of his hands against the wall over her head and watches his girlfriend down under him. His other hand strokes her thigh, butt cheek and finally gives one long stroke to her lap. Purposely pushing his fingers deeper into the fabric, parting her folds; he teases her. She moans and bites her lip; her hands grip on the sheets, partly to maintain balance since he has her lower part up around his waist, raised from the mattress giving her no more support but his hips to hang on.
Her hips move up against his touch for a while and then she unhooks her legs to drop down on the mattress. She sits up half way, he knees still open. She reaches to pull out her boyfriends hard shaft, which's head was already almost peeking out of his boxers. She tugs his boxers down enough only to get full access to his manhood. She leans forward and tastes it against her tongue. She knows he loves it...
He bits on his lip when it starts to feel dangerous he tears her lips off him and leans down to kiss her. He adjust his knees more apart so he slides lower against the touch of her hand. His hands massaging her down between her legs, this time his fingers skillfully coming into her panties; making a direct contact with her clit.
A series of shuffling, mutual thrusting and sloppy kissing is soon followed by the first convo of a female moans.
The second Jiho's moans add to hers, he decides to move on. His mind's already hazed by lust and he wants more. He removes his fingers from her, which sources a frustrated complain. Jiho finally gets enough brain capacity to concentrate on the kiss, so he finally deepens it again; sucks on her lips hungrily.
She let go of his now fully erected shaft and let him hover over. Her back falls back into the sheets and she brings both of her hands in his hair.
They kiss with a needy passion for a while, before he brakes apart only to kiss on her breasts. He requests access to the bra form under her back, so he can just get rid of it for good.
When the piece of the underwaear's finally out of the way, he covers one of her bosoms his large palm; squeezing it lightly. His lips, cover the other nipple; licks it and tease it softly.
She lies with her arms above her head and she's watching him.
Jiho's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as he's enjoying tasting every inch of her skin with fondly closed eyes.
Her breasts first, her ribs, her navel...
When his plump lips reach her hipbone she can't really concentrate anymore and she just lets her head fall back into the pillow.
Jiho kneels up once again, holds her hips tightly and pulls her down; tugging her off the pillow. She gives out a surprised moan, but it doesn't take too long to process what he's up to.
He reaches over her head and with a little of her help he stuffs the pillow under her butt. He takes off her briefs in one swift motion and settles himself between her legs; comfortably on his belly. He supports himself on his elbows and his large hands hold on the inner sides of her thighs.
Jiho's thumbs stroke the soft skin and his eyes fall close once again as he dives down to give her a first long and hot lick.
She turns a mess under his ministration in a matter of few minutes. The advantage of being with someone for a long time is, that the wrong moves, uncomfortable touches, misunderstandings that initially made the lovemaking more of a labor, they eventually disappear. He knows how to treat her down there, he knows what makes her curl in pleasure and what sources the right reactions he wants to get.
After a while her moans get into the sinc with how her hips move against his mouth. He finally brings his thumbs up to open her folds and helps himself get deeper. The second his tongue mimics what he's about to do with her in just another little while, her back arches; her fists tighten around the sheets and the time freezes.
He licks her few times more through her trembling state and when she collapses slowly back, he takes out the pillow from under her hips.
Jiho collapses next to her and brings the pillow under his elbow. He watches the girl in front of him, completely naked; sprawled ungracefully. She licks her dry lips and forces her eyes open.
„That was....“ he searches for Jiho by her side.
„I know,“ he cuts her off,brings his palm over her cheek and strokes it lovingly.
Her eyes feel still hazy and her limbs are still a little numb. Despite of it she doesn't feel like wasting any other second. She shifts up and pushes Jiho down on the mattress on his back.
She realizes that he'd probably taken off his own boxers while undressing her and she was endlessly grateful. All she needed to do now was just bring one of her legs over his lap, grab his stone-hard shaft and imply herself on it, fully.
He moans and his back arched against the mattress for a second. He didn't expect her to do that now, he though she might take her time with him too. But hell...was he not to oppose to her having her way with him like this and right now.
„Oh...you...!“ he smiles through an initial groan of surprise.
His eyes are locked onto her face when she slowly starts to move her hips, back and forward, back and forward... As she moves and finds comfortable pace Jiho runs his hand down her back as if to feel the movement through his hands too. His hands rest on the small of her back for a moment; then they move back around.
She closes her eyes and makes it very obvious that she likes how awesome he feels inside this way. Jiho bits on his lip, so far he feels just very comfortable heat down around him, as she just writhes over his lap, giving more of a feeling to her self. He strokes her butt-cheeks and thighs, that are glued to his sides for a support. He slowly strokes the way up her inner thighs and as close as he can he brings his thumb into the way of her thrusts.
„Ahh...,“ she moans and collapses forward trying to catch the balance with her hands against Jiho's chest. She keeps riding his lap forward, her sensitive spot meeting Jiho's thumb halfway every time. He brings his other hand up and tames her hair. It was falling into both of their eyes making things uncomfortable. He holds her wild waves in his hand and holds it against her nape, his fingers playing through the clump.
Her movements get erratic. The combination of his tenderness, his shaft massaging and brushing all over her inner walls and his thumb massaging her clit with every thrust, … that's her stairway to heaven. She squeezes her eyes and shyly dropes her head down when she finally feels another wave of orgasm splashing all over her mind, down her spine and shoot her over the edge for a second time.
When Jiho feels her contracting around his shaft and sees her freeze once again in pleasure, he brings both of his hands now to hold her nape. Her face's brought down into a tender and long kiss. As she gets back to her senses she blushes all over.
„Sorry,“ she apologizes for how she completely let her selfish needs take over.
He strokes her naked back and sits up, with her still around his now very painfully hard wood.
He shakes his head, in sign that there was nothing to be sorry about. But... he surely can't wait any longer. He holds her thighs tight against his hips and moves forward until she falls back into the sheets. As he holds their joined bodies secure, all he needs to do is just start to move his hips upwards. Her lap aims upwards against his own, her legs hanging around his hipbones once again.
Jiho's grip on her waist is strong and he slowly moves up inside her and back.
After coming undone twice, she can barely feel him moving into her wet opening in this position. It doesn't give him many chances to go deep, but from the way his brows knot and his lips part, he seems to enjoy it this way. She let's him get his feel around the tight circle of her opening, and then accepts him with a soft moan when he stretches his legs behind and finally dives down into her fully.
„Jiho...“ she moans and brings his nape down so she could get a kiss.
„I miss you so freaking much all the time,“ the boy whispers when he kisses her jaw down to lick on hear earlobe. His hips are raising and falling down into her in slow and lazy manner, but definitely digging the deepest her body allowed him to go.
She doesn't know how to respond to this... Of course she misses him just as much, of course there are times when she watches him in a TV and wishes she could just hold his hand in her's again and she breaks into a tears of anger, frustration and unfairness.
She just decides to stay silent. She only digs her fingers into his back deeper, showing that she is hearing him just well.
His elbows rest on both sides of her head and he kisses her deeply again. She prompts her hips more upwards, trying to give him even better access. He groans to the change of angle and for a while breaks the kiss. His forehead rests against her, he moves down in and upwards out. This time his thrusts are getting more forceful. He slowly withdraws, slowly get in and pushes down harder the second he feels he is hitting the end.
„Fuck...“ he lets out a pant and once again joins their lips in a kiss.
With how his hips start to move more urgently, the kissing gets sloppier.
„Turn around for me,“ the boy asks her and removes himself to give her space to comply. He holds her hips and helps her to turn around. Holding them upward, he can again guide his shaft inside fully.
„Unnn...“ they moan unisono as the new position gives again yet totally new feeling. When he feels secure inside he rests his large palms over hers.
She let her arms rest in a candelabra form, bury her cheek into the mattress. When she feels his large palms cover hers, his chest brushing against her shoulder blades, and especially his fingers lacing with hers so both of them got a hard grip on the sheets, she smiles contently.
„I love you.“ he whispers into her ear before starting to move his body up over her's, bringing his shaft so deep inside her it feels like she could be cut to halves if he wasn't so tender lover all the time.
Her brows knot and she bits on her lip. The pain from the new level of incursion disappears quickly. It doesn't take long from there till Jiho let go of her hands, kneels up and brings her hips upwards with him. She knows he's close and needs to get through, now.
She closes her eyes and tries to enjoy the last minutes of their lovemaking fully. Jiho holds her hips tight in his hands, probably leaving marks of his fingers on her, but she couldn't care less. His breathing gets louder and even though he's not a sound type of lover, when he nears his top his throat releases tiny mewls.
The boy empties into her with last few erratic shallow thrusts and groans loudly. His mind goes blank and he just keeps thrusting in lazily until he feels, that he lost it all. He let her hips fall down and collapses half way over her, half way alongside. He's breathless and sweaty.
She can't say she's doing any different, though.
She turns on her side and runs her fingers through his sweaty bangs. She's used to giving him all the time in the world after that. She knows how long it takes to him to get back to his senses every time they end up like this.
Jiho keeps his eyes closed, tries to catch his breath and licks his lips few times before finally moving his arm over her waist. He tags her close against his chest and purrs like a cat.
„Did you say something before that I over-heard?“ Jiho asks significantly.
A mischievous look settles in her eyes.
„Mmmmmm...nope.“
He opens his eyes lazily and grins before he starts to tickle her hard.
„FINE FINE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU TOO! I LOVE YOU MORE! HAPPY?!“ she screams and laughs all at once.
Jiho lets go and rolls on his back; closing his eyes again. His hand travels over his own chest, feeling the post coital sensitivity on his own.
She bits on her lip and nestles closer. She kisses his jaw down to his ear and whispers against it, her lips purposely touching his skin.
„Will you have shower with me now?“
A smirk of realization stretches over his till now lax face.
„No,“ he say resolutely.
„What?!“ she looks at him in disbelief. She expected various reactions, but never such a blunt refusal.
He turns to his side as well and brings his hand on her back, harshly pulling her against his chest, their noses almost colliding.
„Cause washing a sweat of now, when I am nowhere near done with you for tonight, lacks all the logic,“ he reasons before he joins his lips with hers again.