[ It surprised him to see how quickly Zhao obeyed his soft-spoken command. Normally, Zhao was the contrarian sort, willful and defiant toward those who sought to control him.
There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the once feared leader of the Yokohama Liumang reduced to such a state, made pliant and amenable, all because he had a stiff cock up his ass. Joon-gi wanted to see how far he could push Zhao before he was reduced to begging once again, yearning for a firm hand wrapped around his cock and teeth at his throat...
Joon-gi took a breath, pushing that last thought from his mind. No, that might be too much, even for Zhao.
Of course, Joon-gi was more than happy to oblige. How could he not, especially when Zhao asked him so sweetly?
His hands slid over Zhao's thighs, nails lightly raking along the inner curve, where the skin was most sensitive. Then he drew them back up again, palms sliding over the taut muscles of his belly, his chest, fingers circling his nipples. His hands roved everywhere, touching every part of Zhao's body, except the one place he was needed most. He could feel Zhao twitching against him each time his fingers touched a particularly sensitive place, breath hissing sharply. Joon-gi couldn't stop himself from groaning softly as he felt Zhao tighten around his cock.
He kissed the nape of Zhao's neck, feeling the brush of short-shaved hair tickling against his lips. He smiled to himself, feeling the tension held tightly in Zhao's broad shoulders.
It was only a matter of time before he completely unraveled...
And he did, reaching for Joon-gi's hand and guiding it toward his cock. He didn't beg, instead taking charge of the situation, even if it was only in this one, small way.
Joon-gi nuzzled the length of Zhao's throat as he stroked his cock with agonizing slowness. He laughed against his ear, voice soft as a purr. ]
Did I say you could do that? [ He nipped playfully at Zhao's ear, feeling the ring pierced through the lower lobe bump against his lips. ] I wanted to hear you beg for my hand on your cock, but you had to be impatient...
[ His hand stilled. Joon-gi's lips dragged along Zhao's throat, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. He could feel a perverse sort of hunger awakening within him—a desire to see Zhao squirming beneath him, powerless and completely at his mercy.
He shouldn't want this. Joon-gi should content himself with meekness and docility. It's how he had survived in the world for as long as he had, by being patient and tractable.
But Zhao had asked him what he wanted—what he wanted to do to him.
The words spilled out of him before he could stop them in a voice that sounded foreign yet familiar—a voice that belonged to the man whose face he shared, whose hungers and proclivities mirrored his own, but far more dark and twisted. ]
I want you on your back. I want to see the look on your face when you come. [ His voice was a soft and commanding growl—steel wrapped in silk. The voice of a man used to getting his way. ] You're not allowed to touch yourself. I want to watch you spill across your belly, see the mess you make of yourself. I want to feel you trembling around me, too weak to move because you've just had the best goddamn pounding of your entire fucking life, and I want you to thank me for it...
[ Joon-gi felt his heart hammering within his chest, fearing that he had tipped his hand too far this time. Perhaps he should have left this secret fantasy just that—a fantasy locked up in his own mind, never to see the light of day.
But it was too late now, far too late. All the cards were on the table, and who knows if he'd turn up with a winning hand. ]
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Date: 2024-09-21 08:57 pm (UTC)There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the once feared leader of the Yokohama Liumang reduced to such a state, made pliant and amenable, all because he had a stiff cock up his ass. Joon-gi wanted to see how far he could push Zhao before he was reduced to begging once again, yearning for a firm hand wrapped around his cock and teeth at his throat...
Joon-gi took a breath, pushing that last thought from his mind. No, that might be too much, even for Zhao.
Of course, Joon-gi was more than happy to oblige. How could he not, especially when Zhao asked him so sweetly?
His hands slid over Zhao's thighs, nails lightly raking along the inner curve, where the skin was most sensitive. Then he drew them back up again, palms sliding over the taut muscles of his belly, his chest, fingers circling his nipples. His hands roved everywhere, touching every part of Zhao's body, except the one place he was needed most. He could feel Zhao twitching against him each time his fingers touched a particularly sensitive place, breath hissing sharply. Joon-gi couldn't stop himself from groaning softly as he felt Zhao tighten around his cock.
He kissed the nape of Zhao's neck, feeling the brush of short-shaved hair tickling against his lips. He smiled to himself, feeling the tension held tightly in Zhao's broad shoulders.
It was only a matter of time before he completely unraveled...
And he did, reaching for Joon-gi's hand and guiding it toward his cock. He didn't beg, instead taking charge of the situation, even if it was only in this one, small way.
Joon-gi nuzzled the length of Zhao's throat as he stroked his cock with agonizing slowness. He laughed against his ear, voice soft as a purr. ]
Did I say you could do that? [ He nipped playfully at Zhao's ear, feeling the ring pierced through the lower lobe bump against his lips. ] I wanted to hear you beg for my hand on your cock, but you had to be impatient...
[ His hand stilled. Joon-gi's lips dragged along Zhao's throat, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. He could feel a perverse sort of hunger awakening within him—a desire to see Zhao squirming beneath him, powerless and completely at his mercy.
He shouldn't want this. Joon-gi should content himself with meekness and docility. It's how he had survived in the world for as long as he had, by being patient and tractable.
But Zhao had asked him what he wanted—what he wanted to do to him.
The words spilled out of him before he could stop them in a voice that sounded foreign yet familiar—a voice that belonged to the man whose face he shared, whose hungers and proclivities mirrored his own, but far more dark and twisted. ]
I want you on your back. I want to see the look on your face when you come. [ His voice was a soft and commanding growl—steel wrapped in silk. The voice of a man used to getting his way. ] You're not allowed to touch yourself. I want to watch you spill across your belly, see the mess you make of yourself. I want to feel you trembling around me, too weak to move because you've just had the best goddamn pounding of your entire fucking life, and I want you to thank me for it...
[ Joon-gi felt his heart hammering within his chest, fearing that he had tipped his hand too far this time. Perhaps he should have left this secret fantasy just that—a fantasy locked up in his own mind, never to see the light of day.
But it was too late now, far too late. All the cards were on the table, and who knows if he'd turn up with a winning hand. ]
Tell me you want it, too.