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Taerae couldn’t help but lose his cool around Jiwoong. He had an effect on him that always put him on edge. His presence alone made his heart thump out of his chest, his palms get all clammy and his nerves light on fire. Could you blame him? Jiwoong was a man of ethereal beauty, a stunning creature who shined brighter than the biggest stars. He had the face of a ken doll, body proportions that would have anyone hyperventilating and a sultry tone in his voice that was like smooth butter to the ear. Taerae hoped that once they debuted together they would naturally become close and the sickening feeling of flusteredness would subside. But to no avail. He still found himself tensing whenever he’d enter a room, stuttering in normal conversation between the two of them, finding it difficult to look directly into those bright beautiful eyes of his.
Even after all the members moved into the shared dorm and they began spending almost everyday together, sharing meals and developing a familiar rapport. Even when he saw Jiwoong without makeup and sleep still in his eyes, or when he’d witness him stepping out of the shower with just a towel around his waist, or when the banter between them would come off as daringly flirtatious and the other members would giggle and whisper to each other. Even during that one winter night when Jiwoong took him for one of the best meals he’d ever had, and as it started to snow on their walk home he pulled him in by the waist, kissing him like he had never been kissed before. Even when he woke in his arms the next morning and watched as the beautiful man slept, taking note of the way his eyelashes fluttered slightly in his slumber, trying to memorize every detail of his face before he woke. The butterflies never once stopped swarming just like the day they first met.
Even now, with his legs lifted back over his head, thighs burning and his whole body convulsing with pleasure, he felt just as flustered as ever. That look on Jiwoong’s face, focused and concentrated, leering at him like he was about to swallow him whole, his muscles flexed and straining, the veins in his neck bulging, sweating down his beat red skin. He’d seen him in this state many times before, been pinned in this same position, had his body on top of his more times than he can count. But still, it was hard to look directly at him. The sight was erotic and dangerously hot. Not to mention the feeling of him deep in his guts was making it impossible to focus.
His head was spinning, embarrassing whiney whimpers spilling from his lips as pressure built in his groin. Jiwoong's hips were slapping hard against his ass like a charging bull, working his cock in and out of his hole at a vigorous pace. His hands were gripping his thighs, holding his legs in place and pushing him down into the mattress. Taerae was trapped in this position, unable to escape the assault on his ass. But he had nothing to complain about. Jiwoong was giving him the ride of a lifetime. His thrusts were brutal and almost punishing, long, deep, glorious strokes that had his mind searing with stimulation. He couldn't get a word out, the rhythm of his thrusts making it impossible to form a proper sentence. But he didn’t need to say a thing. The look on his face and the high pitched moans he cried were enough to let Jiwoong know he was in a pure state of bliss.
It was no suprise Jiwoong was fucking him like this. It had been a long week and he was aching to let out his pent up stress. He had Taerae naked the moment they stepped into the bedroom, throwing him on the bed, lubing up his hole and diving in before he could say a word. He was hungry for it. Hungry to make Taerae scream and ruin him in the way only he knew how. He knew Taerae needed it to. He always slept best after a good dicking and a strong release. They’ve been so busy lately and the nights they’ve been spending together were becoming shorter and shorter. He wanted to make their time together last. It was getting late though and they both had an early schedule in the morning.
I’ll cum soon , Jiwoong kept telling himself. Just a few more strokes. Just a little longer and I’ll fill him up.
But it was addictive, the feeling of Taerae’s warm squishy hole opening up around him each time he thrusted inside. That cute look on his face, like he was about to explode with simulation every time he pushed back in. His eyes wide and teary, his mouth permanently gaped open with the most beautiful symphony of moans expelling out. The louder he got the harder he fucked, his reactions only getting bigger and more satisfying. He hoped the movie the members were watching was drowning out the filthy sounds of their love making. But he doubted it. Not with the way the bed was clanging beneath them and his hips were slapping against Taerae’s ass. He didn’t care though. It was just too good. He had no plans on stopping. He couldn’t if he tried.
Taerae wasn’t sure how much more he could take though. His head was getting foggy and his legs were starting to ache from the position they were in. His insides were now stretched into the shape of Jiwoong, allowing him to thrust inside with little resistance. He’d become the perfect sleeve for him and he was using him expertly. Every inch was pumping inside his fluttering hole, penetrating impossibly deep, striking every nerve in his body. He could feel it in his stomach, in his brain, the full length of Jiwoong’s glory fucking him so good.
“F-feel’s…s-so crazy, J-Jiwoong” He whimpered with tears in his eyes, his voice high pitched and whiney, barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together.
“What’s that baby?” Jiwoong panted between thrusts.
“So deep. I-it’s too much,” he whined loudly, clutching the sheets beside him.
Jiwoong smiled, slowing down his pace, grinding into him slowly and pressing down hard on his thighs. “You’re doing so good. Just a little longer. You can take it, I know you can.” He rocked his hips, moving in a circular motion, stirring up his insides. His movements were slow and deliberate, his cock grinding right into his prostate. Taerae’s hole made a wet squelching sound, the younger closing his eyes and whining in embarrassment as well as arousal. His face was bright red, the tips of his ears burning with shame. Jiwoong chuckled, running his fingers through the boy’s dirty blonde hair.
“You just feel so good. I can’t stop Taerae, really.” He pushed his legs back further, until his knees were pressed into his chest, his hole exposed and spread wide. He grabbed onto his waist, digging his fingers into his soft flesh, and began pounding into him once again. He fucked him fast, groaning as he thrusted deeper and harder, hitting his spot with each jab.
Taerae wailed beneath him, his back arching off the mattress, creaming around his cock. He was finding it hard to catch his breath, his insides burning with sensation, leaking all over his stomach. “Jiwoong, Jiwoong,” he kept moaning, a sense of urgency in his voice .
“Feels so good. F-feels so good on my dick.” Jiwoong breathed out, taking pleasure in the way Taerae was struggling to handle him. He was getting rougher, using every ounce of energy he could muster to pound into him ruthlessly.
The younger tried to hold it together, but his senses were overwhelmed. “Legs…hurting,” he whined hoping Jiwoong would give him some reprieve.
His wish was granted, the older man releasing the grip on his waist, flipping him on his stomach in one swift motion. He grabbed his hips and lifted his ass up, diving back inside, making Taerae fall forward. His pace was immediately brutal, bucking his hips and pulling the younger back against his pelvis so their bodies slapped together. “That better?” He teased breathlessly, making sure he felt all of his cock inside him.
And that he did.
He couldn’t get a word out, senseless babbling escaping his mouth as Jiwoong jackhammered into him. His cock was stabbing him in all the right places, rubbing up against his prostate, making his toes curl and his thighs shake. He was seeing stars, head bobbing up and down, skin hot with sweat. He bit down on the sheets, trying to muffle the shameful whimpers he couldn’t hold back.
But that’s exactly what Jiwoong wanted to hear. Every breath, every moan, the shakiness of his voice when he cried out his name. He grabbed a scruff of his hair, holding him up and forcing his head around so they were eye to eye. He liked seeing his face and the cute expressions he made as he fucked his brains out. His gaze took turns staring deep into his eyes and then down at his bubble butt jiggling with each thrust. He loved how petite his waist was compared to the round fullness of his ass, loved the way his pink hole looked stretching around him. He couldn’t get over how good he felt, how tight his walls were gripping him, how wet and messy his insides felt. His hole was like a drug to him, that delicious heat that he wanted to be buried inside forever. But he could tell Taerae was at his breaking point.
“Ji- jiwoong, Jiwoong I-I can’t” Taerae whimpered, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge.
“Close?” Jiwoong asked, lips pressed to his ear.
“Yes, nnnng.” His body tensed, feeling heat pooling in his stomach.
Jiwoong chuckled, reaching between Taerae’s legs, taking hold of his warm, twitching cock and squeezing it. Taerae squealed, the extra stimulation making a shiver go up his spine. He was dripping wet, leaking all over Jiwoong’s hand. The older one held his waist tight, keeping him from running away from the stimulation. He rubbed him fast while continuing ram into his prostate, fucking him with a sense of urgency, giving him a whirlwind of stimulation. It didn’t take much for Taerae to finally reach his climax, his breath hitching as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, spilling his seed all over the sheets below. He became a vibrating mess, moaning and squirming in the older’s hold, his mind melting as surge’s stimulation pulsed through him.
Jiwoong tried to hold out, tried to keep it in, but the feeling of Taerae’s hole clenching and clamping down on him as he came was too much. His body began to shake, balls squeezing and tensing, his thrusts sloppy and filled with haste.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he growled, bucking his hips a few more times before exploding inside him. He threw his head back and let out a deep groan, grinding his cock as buckets of cum squirted out of him. He pulled Taerae back against his hips, burying his seed as deep as he could, watching him shudder against him.
They bathed in the lasting heat of their climax for a few moments before collapsing on the bed, post orgasm exhaustion crashing over them. They both groaned when Jiwoong pulled out, the younger’s hole closing up with a river of white dripping out. The older man spread his ass apart, admiring the mess that lay between his cheeks, taking his time to trail a finger along his rim. He felt his sensitive entrance quiver against his touch, followed by an amusing whine falling from Taerae’s lips.
“Wanna clean up?” He asked, leaning over his body.
“So sleepy,” Taerae whimpered, his eyes already closed shut, his mind in a half conscious state.
Jiwoong chuckled, grabbing a few tissues from the tissue box that sat on the bedside and whipping Taerae clean. Once he was done he laid his head back on the pillow, pulling Taerae’s body against his, spooning him. He pressed a series of soft kisses along his shoulder, nuzzling himself in the crook of his neck. Soft moans slipped past the boy’s lips as he drifted away.
Jiwoong hummed in his ear. “Sleep well my sweet boy.”