[ Never, in all of his wildest dreams and fantasies, did he imagine Zhao capable of making such small, desperate little noises. He couldn't help but grin with self-satisfaction as Zhao covered his mouth, trying to suppress those needful whimpers, and Joon-gi wanted so badly to tease him further, just to hear what other noises he might make...
But as he felt Zhao's hand splay across his chest, Joon-gi was forced to push that impulse aside. There was something so beautiful in the way Zhao looked up at him—face flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure—and knowing that he needed more.
Joon-gi understood hunger on a primal level. His predecessor understood it, as well. He taught Joon-gi about indulgence and denial, and how the proper application of one or the other could bend anyone to your will. Because everyone had their breaking point. It was just a matter of finding it.
And Zhao was quickly reaching his own...
Joon-gi leaned forward as Zhao continued to babble a litany of pleas, and captured his mouth in a fierce and hungry kiss, effectively silencing him. The slow, deep fucking switched to shallow thrusting as Joon-gi sought to maintain that closeness, all while still kissing Zhao. He could feel Zhao's cock trapped between the press of their bodies, and he took advantage of the position to grind against him a little, offering some small measure of relief.
Several long moments passed before Joon-gi finally broke the kiss and pulled away. He gasped for air, laughing breathlessly. ]
Good. Very good. I appreciate the enthusiasm. [ His smile was beatific as he brought his right hand to rest against Zhao's chest, and slowly dragged it lower. ] You've been very, very patient, and I think that deserves a reward...
[ Joon-gi's pulse quickened as his fingers wrapped around Zhao's throbbing cock. He gave it a firm squeeze, marveling at how hard he had become, and then slowly began to stroke him. The head of his cock was already slick with pre-come and Joon-gi worked to spread some of it along his shaft. ]
You're so fucking hard right now, babe. [ Joon-gi was panting as he stroked Zhao faster, his gaze hot and hungry as he imagined what it would feel like to have their positions reversed. ] I've never felt you get this hard before...
[ It seemed almost a waste not to have such a magnificent, rock-hard cock filling him up right now, but there would be other opportunities. His hips pounded harder against Zhao's ass, causing the bedframe to bump rhythmically against the wall.
Joon-gi's stamina was quickly running out as a familiar pressure began building in his lower belly. The sight of Zhao desperate and disheveled beneath him was going to push him over the edge...
But he wasn't going to come first. No way in hell was that happening.
He fixed Zhao with a heated look, his voice soft yet commanding: ] Come for me. Now.
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Date: 2024-09-23 10:55 pm (UTC)But as he felt Zhao's hand splay across his chest, Joon-gi was forced to push that impulse aside. There was something so beautiful in the way Zhao looked up at him—face flushed, eyes glazed with pleasure—and knowing that he needed more.
Joon-gi understood hunger on a primal level. His predecessor understood it, as well. He taught Joon-gi about indulgence and denial, and how the proper application of one or the other could bend anyone to your will. Because everyone had their breaking point. It was just a matter of finding it.
And Zhao was quickly reaching his own...
Joon-gi leaned forward as Zhao continued to babble a litany of pleas, and captured his mouth in a fierce and hungry kiss, effectively silencing him. The slow, deep fucking switched to shallow thrusting as Joon-gi sought to maintain that closeness, all while still kissing Zhao. He could feel Zhao's cock trapped between the press of their bodies, and he took advantage of the position to grind against him a little, offering some small measure of relief.
Several long moments passed before Joon-gi finally broke the kiss and pulled away. He gasped for air, laughing breathlessly. ]
Good. Very good. I appreciate the enthusiasm. [ His smile was beatific as he brought his right hand to rest against Zhao's chest, and slowly dragged it lower. ] You've been very, very patient, and I think that deserves a reward...
[ Joon-gi's pulse quickened as his fingers wrapped around Zhao's throbbing cock. He gave it a firm squeeze, marveling at how hard he had become, and then slowly began to stroke him. The head of his cock was already slick with pre-come and Joon-gi worked to spread some of it along his shaft. ]
You're so fucking hard right now, babe. [ Joon-gi was panting as he stroked Zhao faster, his gaze hot and hungry as he imagined what it would feel like to have their positions reversed. ] I've never felt you get this hard before...
[ It seemed almost a waste not to have such a magnificent, rock-hard cock filling him up right now, but there would be other opportunities. His hips pounded harder against Zhao's ass, causing the bedframe to bump rhythmically against the wall.
Joon-gi's stamina was quickly running out as a familiar pressure began building in his lower belly. The sight of Zhao desperate and disheveled beneath him was going to push him over the edge...
But he wasn't going to come first. No way in hell was that happening.
He fixed Zhao with a heated look, his voice soft yet commanding: ] Come for me. Now.