[ He felt Zhao's hands on his shoulders slowly pushing him back, and Joon-gi allowed it, balancing himself on the heels of his hands. More silver hair fell loose, sweeping across his brows and framing his dark eyes.
He watched Zhao's lips curl into a catlike grin. There was a mischievious glint in his eyes as he held Joon-gi's gaze, unflinching. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slowly shimmied out of them, spreading his legs to show off the very noticeable tent in his boxers. Joon-gi swallowed hard, fingers curling tight against the sheets as he became increasingly aware of how tight and uncomfortable his jeans had become, and how badly he wanted to touch himself, just for a moment of relief.
But he didn't move—couldn't move—as Zhao maintained that focused eye contact, lifting his hips sensually as he slowly slid his boxers off and tossed them to the floor. He stretched languorously, luxuriating in his own nakedness, like a cat basking in its own personal spot of sunshine.
Joon-gi's eyes dragged over every inch of bronzed skin, tracing the curve of his strong shoulders and toned biceps; the thickly-muscled thighs that had been wrapped around his hips only moments ago; that perfect cock standing proudly between his legs. It took every ounce of will within Joon-gi not to bury his head between those melon-crushing thighs and start sucking him off immediately. ]
[ Oh, fuck me... ]
[ He cursed softly in Korean under his breath, feeling the blood rushing to his face. Well, some of it, anyway...
He didn't move as Zhao insinuated himself into his lap, though he wrapped one arm around Zhao's waist to keep him steady. He shivered, eyes fluttering closed as he felt soft lips brush against his ear, the prickle of day's old stubble against his cheek. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Joon-gi tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled beneath the weight of unfulfilled desire. His hand slid lower, fingers gripping tight against Zhao's ass. He rocked his hips beneath Zhao's body, desperate for even the slightest bit of friction against his still-clothed cock. ] But I'd be lying if I didn't say I wanted it, too. Feeling you squirming on my lap, begging for my hand on your cock...
[ His fingers trailed teasingly along his asscrack, but didn't push further. ]
Where's the lube? I need to make you ready if we're going to do this properly.
[ He might be horny out of his mind right now, but there were some things that Joon-gi wouldn't do, and fucking his boyfriend without lube was one of them. ]
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Date: 2024-09-18 05:57 pm (UTC)He watched Zhao's lips curl into a catlike grin. There was a mischievious glint in his eyes as he held Joon-gi's gaze, unflinching. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and slowly shimmied out of them, spreading his legs to show off the very noticeable tent in his boxers. Joon-gi swallowed hard, fingers curling tight against the sheets as he became increasingly aware of how tight and uncomfortable his jeans had become, and how badly he wanted to touch himself, just for a moment of relief.
But he didn't move—couldn't move—as Zhao maintained that focused eye contact, lifting his hips sensually as he slowly slid his boxers off and tossed them to the floor. He stretched languorously, luxuriating in his own nakedness, like a cat basking in its own personal spot of sunshine.
Joon-gi's eyes dragged over every inch of bronzed skin, tracing the curve of his strong shoulders and toned biceps; the thickly-muscled thighs that had been wrapped around his hips only moments ago; that perfect cock standing proudly between his legs. It took every ounce of will within Joon-gi not to bury his head between those melon-crushing thighs and start sucking him off immediately. ]
[ Oh, fuck me... ]
[ He cursed softly in Korean under his breath, feeling the blood rushing to his face. Well, some of it, anyway...
He didn't move as Zhao insinuated himself into his lap, though he wrapped one arm around Zhao's waist to keep him steady. He shivered, eyes fluttering closed as he felt soft lips brush against his ear, the prickle of day's old stubble against his cheek. ]
You'd like that, wouldn't you? [ Joon-gi tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled beneath the weight of unfulfilled desire. His hand slid lower, fingers gripping tight against Zhao's ass. He rocked his hips beneath Zhao's body, desperate for even the slightest bit of friction against his still-clothed cock. ] But I'd be lying if I didn't say I wanted it, too. Feeling you squirming on my lap, begging for my hand on your cock...
[ His fingers trailed teasingly along his asscrack, but didn't push further. ]
Where's the lube? I need to make you ready if we're going to do this properly.
[ He might be horny out of his mind right now, but there were some things that Joon-gi wouldn't do, and fucking his boyfriend without lube was one of them. ]