Story in the Making [26/?]
bout damn time, right? I had to make this perfect, so sorry it took so long~
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Daehyun didn't know what he was doing. Right in that moment he was pressed flush against Youngjae, his chest touching his, his fingers gripping the younger man’s hair and his hand moving to gently cup his cheek. He wasn't sure if this was what the other wanted, but as soon as he felt Youngjae returning the kiss, he knew he was doing something right.
It’d been far too long since Youngjae had felt Daehyun’s perfect lips against his, the way that the stronger man pressed up against him and held his smaller body to his. He felt so shocked and surprised that he was being kissed with so much passion and without any warning when they had just been yelling at one another just for the sake of hurting and causing pain.
But now that the two of them looked back on it, none of that mattered. They were kissing, of all things. They’re both so blissfully happy that they knew, in a way, that what they were doing was right and it didn’t matter that they had just been fighting and near becoming physical even if that was more on Youngjae’s part than Daehyun’s as the elder would never raise a hand to his Precious Boy.
They both tried to press closer to one another and yet it doesn’t seem enough for Daehyun. He’s tipped his head and slid his tongue between Youngjae’s plush lips, hearing how the other man’s breath hitched and feeling how the man grips his shirt tighter. There was a sort of desperation on both of their parts that couldn’t be denied and they were both reveling in it.
Daehyun wasn’t messing around. This wasn’t the same sort of kisses that they had shared before and this was nothing like the brief, cloudy memory of the club scene, this was far more intense. Daehyun had something to prove to Youngjae and he wasn’t going to let this slip through his fingers like it had before. He wanted to make everything right between them and he felt that this was the most straightforward way of doing it. He had fallen in love and this seemed to be the best way to express it as he doubted Youngjae would so easily believe if he were to speak it.
There was a soft gasp and a whimper from Youngjae, “Mister…” And suddenly, he was being pushed back onto the bed. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle. It was a firm guidance to lay across the bed he’d been sitting on, the double width of it coming in handy it seemed. The intense emotion was evident in Daehyun’s eyes as the elder man slowly moved his body over the other’s, making it clear just what his intentions were and there wasn’t one bit of Youngjae that was wanting to object this time around. It was only moments before their mouths were pressed together again, intimate and so much more perfect than anytime he had kissed Heehyoung-she was never something he wanted; anytime she would touch him, he’d think of Youngjae; anytime she would urge him to touch her, he’d think of Youngjae; Heehyoung wasn’t as perfect, precious, or beautiful as Youngjae. All these things were something Daehyun was trying to prove through the kiss alone, the kiss truly being the start of something wonderful if Youngjae would accept it then.
Youngjae’s legs spread like he had done this a thousand times, bringing the elder man’s slim hips in between his in a move that just went to prove how in demand Youngjae was for him to be there. There was absolutely no resistance and Daehyun could feel that. He could felt it as their lips were molded together in an unskilled way and yet it was arousing the both of them, causing both of their breaths to hitch and catch in their throats while they tried to lose themselves in the physicality of the moment.
Daehyun wasn’t going to take this moment that he had been given the chance to have escape him. He wasn’t going to dance around the fact that he wanted the man beneath him and hoped that Youngjae would pick up the slack. If he needed to take the reins, then he would gladly do so. Moments after the first kiss had been initiated, he was pulling away again, just to look down at the man he was about to finally have as his own. He was beautiful. Daehyun’s lips are soon nudging Youngjae’s again, in a softer and gentler way, adoring and loving if nothing else.
It was all so perfect and it was all moving so quickly and yet Youngjae couldn’t think of any reason for it to stop. He could feel the direction that this was going in and it was the first time that he had ever been in a situation and yet he knew that there was no better person to be with at that moment than his Mister.
The kiss was broken yet again, this time because Daehyun sat up to remove his shirt. In the moments before he had done so, he saw the vulnerability in Youngjae’s gaze and he knew that he was the only one to ever see the younger man in such a state-he wasn’t going to take that for granted.
Youngjae’s fingers lift to touch over skin that he’d dreamt of. He touches the prominent collarbone with shaky fingers and he felt the vibration of Daehyun’s approving hum. The elder man nearly leant forward to reconnect their lips but second guessed himself, instead taking the opportunity to slide his fingers up Youngjae’s fleshy sides and remove the shirt that he wore. He met no resistance and before Youngjae could even feel embarrassed, Daehyun’s plump lips were gliding along his shoulder and touched along skin that he found so breathtakingly beautiful.
As Youngjae was beginning to grow further aroused from Daehyun’s lips, his legs had begun to spread in invitation. He wanted the man closer to him; he wanted to have more of Daehyun.
And Daehyun was more than happy to oblige.
Daehyun felt such an intense desperation for Youngjae. Whenever he had kissed Heehyoung, he had compared them to Youngjae’s; whenever he pressed his lips to her skin, he’d imagine how it would feel for it to be Youngjae. He only thought of Youngjae, even when he was alone and in need, proceeding to relieve himself to thoughts of how the younger man would feel and sound and look and it might be terrible that he wasn’t sparing a single thought to his girlfriend’s feelings, he didn’t care. She meant nothing as she had been a poor substitute for the man below him that he was currently kissing in a way that he had thought had been out of his reach for the longest time.
Youngjae gasped as Daehyun’s sinfully driven lips suctioned around a piece of skin and began to mark in such a way that he was arching up against the elder man, gasping out a cry of surprise as it felt so amazing and he knew that that would only be the beginning in all of this. Daehyun proceeded to mark him on the left side, just on the curve of his ribcage and below his breast, the coloring of it by the end ending up as a bright red mark speckled with purple, sure to leave something there for days to come and it’d be something that Youngjae had a feeling he would look at with pride.
They weren’t feeling especially patient that night and it showed by the fact that Daehyun was already sliding his fingers along the pants that Youngjae had been about to sleep in. He hooked underneath the waistband and waited patiently, though his gaze hardly reflected that. He would understand if this was not what his best friend wanted, but he was making it clear right then and there that he wanted them to be naked together as there was no use leaving that up in the air. As the elder man had been waiting to tug down the other’s pants, Youngjae had mirrored the action with a small nod. He was panting and let out soft mewls of desire, but it was quite clear that he was just as eager to be naked as Daehyun was.
It wasn’t just Youngjae’s pants that were removed. He rid the younger man of his underwear as well and was suddenly left with the beautiful sight of his best friend naked beneath him. And he couldn’t keep himself from touching. He ran his fingers over Youngjae’s chest and smoothed his hands along the pudgy stomach that had yet to be lost like his own but he didn’t see a problem with it-honestly, he loved it. All these touches led up to something more and soon Daehyun’s hand was cupping something much more desirable.
The reaction from Youngjae wasn’t one that he had expected. The younger man gasped as pleasure and fear shot through him with such intensity that it’s in a blink of an eye that his hand moved away the other's, not wanting Daehyun to touch that part of his body.
“Stop.”
Daehyun tensed immediately because no matter how eager and excited he was to touch Youngjae and how aroused he already had become-his length was aching and his chest was rising and falling quickly while he panted-he would never continue if the other didn’t want him to. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, with obvious concern as he pushed himself to sit up on his knees, uncaring about the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
“Don’t…just don’t.” Youngjae spoke softly, as though ashamed. And in truth, he was ashamed. He knew just how smaller than average his length was. He knew how it was so very unimpressive. Never had there been a point in his life where he thought it would matter any as before Daehyun…
He reached out for the elder man before he could pull away as he was about to do. Daehyun had been expecting the rejection and even though it didn’t hurt any less than it had the previous time, it still was something he would respect as Youngjae was too precious to him. “What’s wrong, Precious Boy?” When he was pulled back, he leaned down and brushed their noses together in an intimate gesture, wanting to create that intimacy between them that Youngjae could trust. “We…don’t have to do anything if you don’t like it…or if you don’t want it.” They were so close to kissing again, but not until Daehyun was sure what it was that Youngjae wanted at that moment. It would do neither of them any good for Youngjae to grow distressed.
“I do want this.” Youngjae affirms with a soft breath and a light smile, his cheeks flushed with desire and his length still almost achingly hard. He had no thoughts of rejecting Daehyun ever again. He wanted them to make love like they should have so long ago. “Kiss me again.” Ever the demanding one, Daehyun was in no place to refuse, especially not as Youngjae’s hand lift to cup Daehyun’s cock through his pants and palm it gently.
“Fuck…baby…” Daehyun breathed, his eyes closing tightly for a moment as his hips rocked down. It took him a moment to gather his bearings and seal their mouths together in another needy kiss. During that kiss was when he began to work on the removal of his own pants, wanting to be flush against the man below him properly.
“Stop…stop stalling, Daehyun.” Youngjae grinds out between his teeth, having pulled his hands away from the muscular man’s body to allow the other to remove the clothing that was still in the way of them being intimate in a way he had only ever dreamed of. He didn’t know if he could stay patient any longer. “Either you want me, or you don’t.” It was every bit like him to be demanding and a bitch and if Daehyun thought that’d change in the tense moments leading up to their coupling, then the man was sorely wrong. Especially since he was embarrassed and shy before his best friend.
Daehyun couldn’t take his eyes off the man below him even as he was removing the pants that had yet to come off, looking over him with the utmost desire and appreciation and he even wanted to have his hand back on Youngjae’s cock as it had felt so nice in his hand. But if Youngjae didn’t want that, then he wouldn’t force it. He was going to do this carefully, knowing the right steps to make this perfect for his Precious Boy. “I most definitely want you,” he said before he could stop himself, pushing Youngjae’s further apart to slide a hand down across Youngjae’s supple, creamy thighs and then to his entrance, just to touch barely to gauge the reaction that the other man might have. Would Youngjae be okay submitting to him?
Submission wasn’t even something on Youngjae’s mind as he felt his body tense for a moment at Daehyun’s initial touch before he was pushing down his hips for more of that touch to further along this act that was already taking too long even if it was something special between the two of them as they were giving each other their firsts. “Then please, please, Daehyun…” He wasn’t above pleading.
Their bodies were complete opposites of one another. Daehyun had muscle, a good amount of it, so lean and everything that anyone would be attracted to as it gave off a sense of security and protection. Youngjae, on the other hand, was pudgy; he was soft and fleshy and didn’t have anything to be proud of except some nice muscles hidden underneath the fleshy bits of his thighs. And yet looking down on him, Daehyun couldn’t get over just how beautiful he looked; how stunning and appealing all the bits of flesh were to him.
Daehyun reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the first bottle of complimentary lotion that he could find, figuring that it would do for what they needed it for . “We can’t rush into this, Jae…” His voice not above a murmur as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Youngjae’s, starting to slick three fingers before dropping them down between their bodies again. His fingers brushed just barely over Youngjae’s cock just before nudging at his entrance. “We have to take things slow…I won’t hurt you.”
There was not a single part of Youngjae that wasn’t eager for this in some way. His pupils were blown with lust and need, his skin flushed with fever and his breath quick and never able to fill his lungs with enough oxygen. He was going mad, but he knew what Daehyun was saying was the truth, but there was still something about having his length touched that put him off. It sent a jolt through him that wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. “Just…don’t touch me there…” He really did need Daehyun to stop or else he doesn’t think he could go through with this.
Daehyun thought it silly, thought it odd that Youngjae wouldn’t want him touching there. It didn’t make sense to him because he desired every bit of the younger male. He wanted to love and caress and touch and taste and feel every part of him, specifically that part, but he didn’t want to make his Precious Boy anymore uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” As he leaned over Youngjae, his tongue swiped over his lip during his apology, fingers now pressing against the other’s entrance and his own cock twitched in excitement, because boy…was he ecited.
It was a tight, sweet heat that surrounded his finger and he just couldn’t get enough of how damn perfect that was. He moaned, but didn’t stop. Even though Youngjae was gripping at him tightly, he continued. He felt so on edge, so needy and impatient but he knew that he had to take this slow. If ever he were to hurt the man below him…there would be no forgiving himself. It was obvious that Youngjae was struggling with this, but Daehyun was hoping that it was because he felt good. Youngjae didn’t seem like the type of person to go along with something that he didn’t like.
He was careful and when he added a second finger, it was after steady pumps of his lubed finger had stretched the man open enough. “Baby,” He groaned, “You’re so tight…” And the sweet noises, the whines that Youngjae was giving in response only made it all that more pleasurable to be doing this. He noticed that Youngjae wasn’t making a lot of noise and he didn’t know why, but he wasn’t questioning it right then, he was just…enjoying. They were in a foreign country, naked and panting, probably over exhausted and yet none of that mattered because the two of them were about to consummate their relationship even if it had been lacking for a while.
A third finger was added.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” Daehyun breathed while his lips danced across Youngjae’s porcelain skin, touching over his jaw and his neck, loving that the man arched and pressed for more while he nipped and sucked, not marking, but just wanting to bring more of those sweet sounds from his mouth because Youngjae was the single most sinfully beautiful thing in the world and it only spurred him on.
Youngjae was a mess. He was an absolute mess at this point. They were so close to something more, to the main event where they would be one and he didn’t’ know how much longer he could take of this. He had always imagined Daehyun above him, holding him and bringing him to a pleasure that he had never experienced before. At this point, Youngjae would do anything to have the elder male inside of him. He thought that he didn’t have a choice in this because if he rejected the other again, he was sure that there would be no repairing and he couldn’t have that. He took a deep breath, though it’s broken as the fingers push into him so perfectly and even though there was discomfort and pain… “I’m ready.”
Daehyun wasn’t all that believing of that statement so soon, but he wanted to take Youngjae’s word for it. When he pulled his fingers out of the man’s body, he looked down and wasn’t surprised when a hand was quick to cover the smaller length.
“Don’t hide from me, Precious Boy,” he gave a very gentle kiss to Youngjae’s lips. “You’re so beautiful, Youngjae…” It was odd, and he didn’t understand it, but he would accept it. Grabbing the lotion, Daehyun was quick to pour a generous amount of his length and even then he didn’t imagine that it would be an easy fit. For a moment, he didn’t think that there was any chance he’d fit in-but hell, he’d try.
The moment leading up the entry was slow, drawn out and it took Youngjae’s breath away. He could feel Daehyun’s hand on his hip, he could feel the man’s cock just gently beginning to press into him, he could see and feel the intensity of Daehyun’s gaze, he could feel his heart only race further because…because this was really happening and he was torn between shouting with joy and just moaning wantonly for more. For now, he simply met Daehyun’s gaze and held his breath, not wanting to be too noisy or seem too needy at this point.
Youngjae nodded.
“Baby, relax…” And with his fingers gently stroking Youngjae’s somewhat pudgy side, the flesh so soft beneath his fingertips, he began to press in and god it was something beautiful, so much tighter than he expected. His face contorted in pleasure.
Despite wanting to stay quiet for fear of being unappealing, Youngjae let out a whimper when his body was being stretched to accommodate the average-sized length. He moved both his hands to touch Daehyun’s back and he gripped tightly, his whole body tensing despite needing to relax. His eyes closed tightly and yet another whimper left him as the elder man continue to push his way into his body.
When Youngjae tensed, Daehyun felt worried. He was aware of the pain that could be caused if he hadn’t prepared the man enough and he didn’t want to ever let that happen to someone so precious. “We can stop if it hurts…” He reminded Youngjae the moment that he could catch his breath with his lips moving over his cheek as he was just pulled ever closer and that made him feel like maybe this was okay. Which was good as it was pretty damn hard not to thrust into the heat, the tightness just closing around him and making it better than he had ever thought possible. “You feel incredible…” He didn’t mean to speak, but he couldn’t help himself at this point because by god, was it true.
Youngjae was a stubborn man and he wasn’t going to let this end so soon. He refused to. Words weren’t easy for him, so he did the only thing that felt right at that point. He lift his legs and wrapped them around the other man, hooking them around his lower back and trying to pull him in closer and when Daehyun was pulled all the way, the intensity of it made him arch almost painfully.
They were sweaty as they clung to one another, panting and heaving, flushed with arousal as they were pressed as close as two people could possibly ever be and it was incredible. It was breathtaking how Daehyun fit inside of him and even though it stretched and burned with a bit of pain, it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.
“No…no…you’re…fuck, not going…a-anywhere, Mister…” He managed out just barely, his hips rocking further down to initiate the movements that he knew would feel fantastic.
Beyond the perfect physical sense in all of this, both of them felt an intense emotion swelling within them as they looked at one another, became connected in a way that they never had with anyone else and it was wonderful, perfect and everything that they would want to share. It was warmth that spread, a contentment despite all the intense pleasure that was thrumming through them at that moment as well. It was love.
Daehyun didn’t take too much time as he had a feeling that if he did, Youngjae would complain about it, and so he pulled out, a very slow sensation that caused him to curse and arch, his lips spread out into a smile before he returned. It was a steady pace, but firm, thrusting deep each and every time and making sure that Youngjae would feel beyond incredible; that was all that mattered.
Even though the pain was present and that wasn’t something that Youngjae thought that he could ignore, he knew that once it faded, it would feel good. Even as he clung to Daehyun, his legs tight around his form, his fingers still pressing into the muscled flesh of his back, he knew that it would eventually feel incredible. He let out a few more whimpers, unable to help himself as his breath hitched and his eyes shut tightly. This was already amazing and he had no doubt that it would be more amazing just as it went on.
At this point, nothing else in the world mattered because they had finally gotten to a point that they had been dancing around for months. There was finally something between them and neither of them would ever be willing to let it go anytime soon. Neither spoke, just felt.
Daehyun’s hand had moved back to Youngjae’s him, holding him steady while his pace was just as steady. He moved him carefully. He wanted to hit him harder, deeper, better, fill him with so much pleasure that he would want this again. Just as he had been about to lower his mouth to kiss the other, Youngjae’s head tossed back and his nails scored down his back and his sweet, oh so fucking sweet voice began to echo through their hotel room.
“There! Fuck, there! Again!”
Daehyun licked his plump lips and his expression quickly settled into one of concentration. He had heard of this place inside that would cause such immense pleasure and he had been desperate to find it because he thought Youngjae deserved to feel that good and yet when he had struck it, he never expected to see Youngjae in such pleasure and he knew that it was worth it.
Youngjae was losing his mind, he was sure of it. As Daehyun continued to push into him, hitting that single spot within him…thoughts filtered through his mind, was it okay to come so quickly? Would it be inappropriate? It was intense and every bit as pleasurable as he had dreamed. He hadn’t meant to scream and yet he couldn’t help it. All of this was so incredible and he knew that he was incredibly close to coming and he hoped you wouldn’t mind because there wasn’t even a chance of him warning you. He screamed again. There was suddenly a mess between them that he would be embarrassed about after the fact.
The elder man was desperate to see how beautiful and stunning that Youngjae looked when he released because he was already so perfect and to see him in such pleasure would only make that more prominent. And when it happened, he wasn’t disappointed. He cursed and let his eyes close while his face contort in pleasure while he let himself go. The intensity of his orgasm was the most perfect thing he had ever felt and it was something he knew he would remember for a long time to come.
The thrusts only lasted for a few moments longer before Daahyun’s strong arms gave out and he lay down on top of the other, panting hotly as he came down from his orgasmic high, glad to have the man beneath him still despite the fact that his legs had then been lowered to the bed rather than around him any longer.
Youngjae knew nothing would ever amount to the satisfaction of being beneath Daehyun, of all people, where he knew that he belonged and there was no doubt in the matter, no doubt whatsoever in his mind that he was feelings something that he would never feel again in his entire life if Daehyun were to leave.
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Daehyun didn't know what he was doing. Right in that moment he was pressed flush against Youngjae, his chest touching his, his fingers gripping the younger man’s hair and his hand moving to gently cup his cheek. He wasn't sure if this was what the other wanted, but as soon as he felt Youngjae returning the kiss, he knew he was doing something right.
It’d been far too long since Youngjae had felt Daehyun’s perfect lips against his, the way that the stronger man pressed up against him and held his smaller body to his. He felt so shocked and surprised that he was being kissed with so much passion and without any warning when they had just been yelling at one another just for the sake of hurting and causing pain.
But now that the two of them looked back on it, none of that mattered. They were kissing, of all things. They’re both so blissfully happy that they knew, in a way, that what they were doing was right and it didn’t matter that they had just been fighting and near becoming physical even if that was more on Youngjae’s part than Daehyun’s as the elder would never raise a hand to his Precious Boy.
They both tried to press closer to one another and yet it doesn’t seem enough for Daehyun. He’s tipped his head and slid his tongue between Youngjae’s plush lips, hearing how the other man’s breath hitched and feeling how the man grips his shirt tighter. There was a sort of desperation on both of their parts that couldn’t be denied and they were both reveling in it.
Daehyun wasn’t messing around. This wasn’t the same sort of kisses that they had shared before and this was nothing like the brief, cloudy memory of the club scene, this was far more intense. Daehyun had something to prove to Youngjae and he wasn’t going to let this slip through his fingers like it had before. He wanted to make everything right between them and he felt that this was the most straightforward way of doing it. He had fallen in love and this seemed to be the best way to express it as he doubted Youngjae would so easily believe if he were to speak it.
There was a soft gasp and a whimper from Youngjae, “Mister…” And suddenly, he was being pushed back onto the bed. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle. It was a firm guidance to lay across the bed he’d been sitting on, the double width of it coming in handy it seemed. The intense emotion was evident in Daehyun’s eyes as the elder man slowly moved his body over the other’s, making it clear just what his intentions were and there wasn’t one bit of Youngjae that was wanting to object this time around. It was only moments before their mouths were pressed together again, intimate and so much more perfect than anytime he had kissed Heehyoung-she was never something he wanted; anytime she would touch him, he’d think of Youngjae; anytime she would urge him to touch her, he’d think of Youngjae; Heehyoung wasn’t as perfect, precious, or beautiful as Youngjae. All these things were something Daehyun was trying to prove through the kiss alone, the kiss truly being the start of something wonderful if Youngjae would accept it then.
Youngjae’s legs spread like he had done this a thousand times, bringing the elder man’s slim hips in between his in a move that just went to prove how in demand Youngjae was for him to be there. There was absolutely no resistance and Daehyun could feel that. He could felt it as their lips were molded together in an unskilled way and yet it was arousing the both of them, causing both of their breaths to hitch and catch in their throats while they tried to lose themselves in the physicality of the moment.
Daehyun wasn’t going to take this moment that he had been given the chance to have escape him. He wasn’t going to dance around the fact that he wanted the man beneath him and hoped that Youngjae would pick up the slack. If he needed to take the reins, then he would gladly do so. Moments after the first kiss had been initiated, he was pulling away again, just to look down at the man he was about to finally have as his own. He was beautiful. Daehyun’s lips are soon nudging Youngjae’s again, in a softer and gentler way, adoring and loving if nothing else.
It was all so perfect and it was all moving so quickly and yet Youngjae couldn’t think of any reason for it to stop. He could feel the direction that this was going in and it was the first time that he had ever been in a situation and yet he knew that there was no better person to be with at that moment than his Mister.
The kiss was broken yet again, this time because Daehyun sat up to remove his shirt. In the moments before he had done so, he saw the vulnerability in Youngjae’s gaze and he knew that he was the only one to ever see the younger man in such a state-he wasn’t going to take that for granted.
Youngjae’s fingers lift to touch over skin that he’d dreamt of. He touches the prominent collarbone with shaky fingers and he felt the vibration of Daehyun’s approving hum. The elder man nearly leant forward to reconnect their lips but second guessed himself, instead taking the opportunity to slide his fingers up Youngjae’s fleshy sides and remove the shirt that he wore. He met no resistance and before Youngjae could even feel embarrassed, Daehyun’s plump lips were gliding along his shoulder and touched along skin that he found so breathtakingly beautiful.
As Youngjae was beginning to grow further aroused from Daehyun’s lips, his legs had begun to spread in invitation. He wanted the man closer to him; he wanted to have more of Daehyun.
And Daehyun was more than happy to oblige.
Daehyun felt such an intense desperation for Youngjae. Whenever he had kissed Heehyoung, he had compared them to Youngjae’s; whenever he pressed his lips to her skin, he’d imagine how it would feel for it to be Youngjae. He only thought of Youngjae, even when he was alone and in need, proceeding to relieve himself to thoughts of how the younger man would feel and sound and look and it might be terrible that he wasn’t sparing a single thought to his girlfriend’s feelings, he didn’t care. She meant nothing as she had been a poor substitute for the man below him that he was currently kissing in a way that he had thought had been out of his reach for the longest time.
Youngjae gasped as Daehyun’s sinfully driven lips suctioned around a piece of skin and began to mark in such a way that he was arching up against the elder man, gasping out a cry of surprise as it felt so amazing and he knew that that would only be the beginning in all of this. Daehyun proceeded to mark him on the left side, just on the curve of his ribcage and below his breast, the coloring of it by the end ending up as a bright red mark speckled with purple, sure to leave something there for days to come and it’d be something that Youngjae had a feeling he would look at with pride.
They weren’t feeling especially patient that night and it showed by the fact that Daehyun was already sliding his fingers along the pants that Youngjae had been about to sleep in. He hooked underneath the waistband and waited patiently, though his gaze hardly reflected that. He would understand if this was not what his best friend wanted, but he was making it clear right then and there that he wanted them to be naked together as there was no use leaving that up in the air. As the elder man had been waiting to tug down the other’s pants, Youngjae had mirrored the action with a small nod. He was panting and let out soft mewls of desire, but it was quite clear that he was just as eager to be naked as Daehyun was.
It wasn’t just Youngjae’s pants that were removed. He rid the younger man of his underwear as well and was suddenly left with the beautiful sight of his best friend naked beneath him. And he couldn’t keep himself from touching. He ran his fingers over Youngjae’s chest and smoothed his hands along the pudgy stomach that had yet to be lost like his own but he didn’t see a problem with it-honestly, he loved it. All these touches led up to something more and soon Daehyun’s hand was cupping something much more desirable.
The reaction from Youngjae wasn’t one that he had expected. The younger man gasped as pleasure and fear shot through him with such intensity that it’s in a blink of an eye that his hand moved away the other's, not wanting Daehyun to touch that part of his body.
“Stop.”
Daehyun tensed immediately because no matter how eager and excited he was to touch Youngjae and how aroused he already had become-his length was aching and his chest was rising and falling quickly while he panted-he would never continue if the other didn’t want him to. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked softly, with obvious concern as he pushed himself to sit up on his knees, uncaring about the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
“Don’t…just don’t.” Youngjae spoke softly, as though ashamed. And in truth, he was ashamed. He knew just how smaller than average his length was. He knew how it was so very unimpressive. Never had there been a point in his life where he thought it would matter any as before Daehyun…
He reached out for the elder man before he could pull away as he was about to do. Daehyun had been expecting the rejection and even though it didn’t hurt any less than it had the previous time, it still was something he would respect as Youngjae was too precious to him. “What’s wrong, Precious Boy?” When he was pulled back, he leaned down and brushed their noses together in an intimate gesture, wanting to create that intimacy between them that Youngjae could trust. “We…don’t have to do anything if you don’t like it…or if you don’t want it.” They were so close to kissing again, but not until Daehyun was sure what it was that Youngjae wanted at that moment. It would do neither of them any good for Youngjae to grow distressed.
“I do want this.” Youngjae affirms with a soft breath and a light smile, his cheeks flushed with desire and his length still almost achingly hard. He had no thoughts of rejecting Daehyun ever again. He wanted them to make love like they should have so long ago. “Kiss me again.” Ever the demanding one, Daehyun was in no place to refuse, especially not as Youngjae’s hand lift to cup Daehyun’s cock through his pants and palm it gently.
“Fuck…baby…” Daehyun breathed, his eyes closing tightly for a moment as his hips rocked down. It took him a moment to gather his bearings and seal their mouths together in another needy kiss. During that kiss was when he began to work on the removal of his own pants, wanting to be flush against the man below him properly.
“Stop…stop stalling, Daehyun.” Youngjae grinds out between his teeth, having pulled his hands away from the muscular man’s body to allow the other to remove the clothing that was still in the way of them being intimate in a way he had only ever dreamed of. He didn’t know if he could stay patient any longer. “Either you want me, or you don’t.” It was every bit like him to be demanding and a bitch and if Daehyun thought that’d change in the tense moments leading up to their coupling, then the man was sorely wrong. Especially since he was embarrassed and shy before his best friend.
Daehyun couldn’t take his eyes off the man below him even as he was removing the pants that had yet to come off, looking over him with the utmost desire and appreciation and he even wanted to have his hand back on Youngjae’s cock as it had felt so nice in his hand. But if Youngjae didn’t want that, then he wouldn’t force it. He was going to do this carefully, knowing the right steps to make this perfect for his Precious Boy. “I most definitely want you,” he said before he could stop himself, pushing Youngjae’s further apart to slide a hand down across Youngjae’s supple, creamy thighs and then to his entrance, just to touch barely to gauge the reaction that the other man might have. Would Youngjae be okay submitting to him?
Submission wasn’t even something on Youngjae’s mind as he felt his body tense for a moment at Daehyun’s initial touch before he was pushing down his hips for more of that touch to further along this act that was already taking too long even if it was something special between the two of them as they were giving each other their firsts. “Then please, please, Daehyun…” He wasn’t above pleading.
Their bodies were complete opposites of one another. Daehyun had muscle, a good amount of it, so lean and everything that anyone would be attracted to as it gave off a sense of security and protection. Youngjae, on the other hand, was pudgy; he was soft and fleshy and didn’t have anything to be proud of except some nice muscles hidden underneath the fleshy bits of his thighs. And yet looking down on him, Daehyun couldn’t get over just how beautiful he looked; how stunning and appealing all the bits of flesh were to him.
Daehyun reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the first bottle of complimentary lotion that he could find, figuring that it would do for what they needed it for . “We can’t rush into this, Jae…” His voice not above a murmur as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Youngjae’s, starting to slick three fingers before dropping them down between their bodies again. His fingers brushed just barely over Youngjae’s cock just before nudging at his entrance. “We have to take things slow…I won’t hurt you.”
There was not a single part of Youngjae that wasn’t eager for this in some way. His pupils were blown with lust and need, his skin flushed with fever and his breath quick and never able to fill his lungs with enough oxygen. He was going mad, but he knew what Daehyun was saying was the truth, but there was still something about having his length touched that put him off. It sent a jolt through him that wasn’t pleasant in the slightest. “Just…don’t touch me there…” He really did need Daehyun to stop or else he doesn’t think he could go through with this.
Daehyun thought it silly, thought it odd that Youngjae wouldn’t want him touching there. It didn’t make sense to him because he desired every bit of the younger male. He wanted to love and caress and touch and taste and feel every part of him, specifically that part, but he didn’t want to make his Precious Boy anymore uncomfortable. “I’m sorry.” As he leaned over Youngjae, his tongue swiped over his lip during his apology, fingers now pressing against the other’s entrance and his own cock twitched in excitement, because boy…was he ecited.
It was a tight, sweet heat that surrounded his finger and he just couldn’t get enough of how damn perfect that was. He moaned, but didn’t stop. Even though Youngjae was gripping at him tightly, he continued. He felt so on edge, so needy and impatient but he knew that he had to take this slow. If ever he were to hurt the man below him…there would be no forgiving himself. It was obvious that Youngjae was struggling with this, but Daehyun was hoping that it was because he felt good. Youngjae didn’t seem like the type of person to go along with something that he didn’t like.
He was careful and when he added a second finger, it was after steady pumps of his lubed finger had stretched the man open enough. “Baby,” He groaned, “You’re so tight…” And the sweet noises, the whines that Youngjae was giving in response only made it all that more pleasurable to be doing this. He noticed that Youngjae wasn’t making a lot of noise and he didn’t know why, but he wasn’t questioning it right then, he was just…enjoying. They were in a foreign country, naked and panting, probably over exhausted and yet none of that mattered because the two of them were about to consummate their relationship even if it had been lacking for a while.
A third finger was added.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” Daehyun breathed while his lips danced across Youngjae’s porcelain skin, touching over his jaw and his neck, loving that the man arched and pressed for more while he nipped and sucked, not marking, but just wanting to bring more of those sweet sounds from his mouth because Youngjae was the single most sinfully beautiful thing in the world and it only spurred him on.
Youngjae was a mess. He was an absolute mess at this point. They were so close to something more, to the main event where they would be one and he didn’t’ know how much longer he could take of this. He had always imagined Daehyun above him, holding him and bringing him to a pleasure that he had never experienced before. At this point, Youngjae would do anything to have the elder male inside of him. He thought that he didn’t have a choice in this because if he rejected the other again, he was sure that there would be no repairing and he couldn’t have that. He took a deep breath, though it’s broken as the fingers push into him so perfectly and even though there was discomfort and pain… “I’m ready.”
Daehyun wasn’t all that believing of that statement so soon, but he wanted to take Youngjae’s word for it. When he pulled his fingers out of the man’s body, he looked down and wasn’t surprised when a hand was quick to cover the smaller length.
“Don’t hide from me, Precious Boy,” he gave a very gentle kiss to Youngjae’s lips. “You’re so beautiful, Youngjae…” It was odd, and he didn’t understand it, but he would accept it. Grabbing the lotion, Daehyun was quick to pour a generous amount of his length and even then he didn’t imagine that it would be an easy fit. For a moment, he didn’t think that there was any chance he’d fit in-but hell, he’d try.
The moment leading up the entry was slow, drawn out and it took Youngjae’s breath away. He could feel Daehyun’s hand on his hip, he could feel the man’s cock just gently beginning to press into him, he could see and feel the intensity of Daehyun’s gaze, he could feel his heart only race further because…because this was really happening and he was torn between shouting with joy and just moaning wantonly for more. For now, he simply met Daehyun’s gaze and held his breath, not wanting to be too noisy or seem too needy at this point.
Youngjae nodded.
“Baby, relax…” And with his fingers gently stroking Youngjae’s somewhat pudgy side, the flesh so soft beneath his fingertips, he began to press in and god it was something beautiful, so much tighter than he expected. His face contorted in pleasure.
Despite wanting to stay quiet for fear of being unappealing, Youngjae let out a whimper when his body was being stretched to accommodate the average-sized length. He moved both his hands to touch Daehyun’s back and he gripped tightly, his whole body tensing despite needing to relax. His eyes closed tightly and yet another whimper left him as the elder man continue to push his way into his body.
When Youngjae tensed, Daehyun felt worried. He was aware of the pain that could be caused if he hadn’t prepared the man enough and he didn’t want to ever let that happen to someone so precious. “We can stop if it hurts…” He reminded Youngjae the moment that he could catch his breath with his lips moving over his cheek as he was just pulled ever closer and that made him feel like maybe this was okay. Which was good as it was pretty damn hard not to thrust into the heat, the tightness just closing around him and making it better than he had ever thought possible. “You feel incredible…” He didn’t mean to speak, but he couldn’t help himself at this point because by god, was it true.
Youngjae was a stubborn man and he wasn’t going to let this end so soon. He refused to. Words weren’t easy for him, so he did the only thing that felt right at that point. He lift his legs and wrapped them around the other man, hooking them around his lower back and trying to pull him in closer and when Daehyun was pulled all the way, the intensity of it made him arch almost painfully.
They were sweaty as they clung to one another, panting and heaving, flushed with arousal as they were pressed as close as two people could possibly ever be and it was incredible. It was breathtaking how Daehyun fit inside of him and even though it stretched and burned with a bit of pain, it was nothing that he couldn’t handle.
“No…no…you’re…fuck, not going…a-anywhere, Mister…” He managed out just barely, his hips rocking further down to initiate the movements that he knew would feel fantastic.
Beyond the perfect physical sense in all of this, both of them felt an intense emotion swelling within them as they looked at one another, became connected in a way that they never had with anyone else and it was wonderful, perfect and everything that they would want to share. It was warmth that spread, a contentment despite all the intense pleasure that was thrumming through them at that moment as well. It was love.
Daehyun didn’t take too much time as he had a feeling that if he did, Youngjae would complain about it, and so he pulled out, a very slow sensation that caused him to curse and arch, his lips spread out into a smile before he returned. It was a steady pace, but firm, thrusting deep each and every time and making sure that Youngjae would feel beyond incredible; that was all that mattered.
Even though the pain was present and that wasn’t something that Youngjae thought that he could ignore, he knew that once it faded, it would feel good. Even as he clung to Daehyun, his legs tight around his form, his fingers still pressing into the muscled flesh of his back, he knew that it would eventually feel incredible. He let out a few more whimpers, unable to help himself as his breath hitched and his eyes shut tightly. This was already amazing and he had no doubt that it would be more amazing just as it went on.
At this point, nothing else in the world mattered because they had finally gotten to a point that they had been dancing around for months. There was finally something between them and neither of them would ever be willing to let it go anytime soon. Neither spoke, just felt.
Daehyun’s hand had moved back to Youngjae’s him, holding him steady while his pace was just as steady. He moved him carefully. He wanted to hit him harder, deeper, better, fill him with so much pleasure that he would want this again. Just as he had been about to lower his mouth to kiss the other, Youngjae’s head tossed back and his nails scored down his back and his sweet, oh so fucking sweet voice began to echo through their hotel room.
“There! Fuck, there! Again!”
Daehyun licked his plump lips and his expression quickly settled into one of concentration. He had heard of this place inside that would cause such immense pleasure and he had been desperate to find it because he thought Youngjae deserved to feel that good and yet when he had struck it, he never expected to see Youngjae in such pleasure and he knew that it was worth it.
Youngjae was losing his mind, he was sure of it. As Daehyun continued to push into him, hitting that single spot within him…thoughts filtered through his mind, was it okay to come so quickly? Would it be inappropriate? It was intense and every bit as pleasurable as he had dreamed. He hadn’t meant to scream and yet he couldn’t help it. All of this was so incredible and he knew that he was incredibly close to coming and he hoped you wouldn’t mind because there wasn’t even a chance of him warning you. He screamed again. There was suddenly a mess between them that he would be embarrassed about after the fact.
The elder man was desperate to see how beautiful and stunning that Youngjae looked when he released because he was already so perfect and to see him in such pleasure would only make that more prominent. And when it happened, he wasn’t disappointed. He cursed and let his eyes close while his face contort in pleasure while he let himself go. The intensity of his orgasm was the most perfect thing he had ever felt and it was something he knew he would remember for a long time to come.
The thrusts only lasted for a few moments longer before Daahyun’s strong arms gave out and he lay down on top of the other, panting hotly as he came down from his orgasmic high, glad to have the man beneath him still despite the fact that his legs had then been lowered to the bed rather than around him any longer.
Youngjae knew nothing would ever amount to the satisfaction of being beneath Daehyun, of all people, where he knew that he belonged and there was no doubt in the matter, no doubt whatsoever in his mind that he was feelings something that he would never feel again in his entire life if Daehyun were to leave.
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