[ He felt every muscle tense within Zhao's body, pulled taut as a bowstring; the fierce clenching of thighs threatening to crush his hips. Joon-gi groaned deep in his chest as he felt Zhao tighten around his cock, drawing him in deep.
At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer...
Zhao cried out as he finally came, spilling across his belly. Joon-gi worked him through it, milking every last drop out of him, but there was just so much of it! He felt Zhao grow limp within his grasp, his entire body a weak and boneless mess. He simply laid there, eyes screwed shut, gasping for breath, a sheen of sweat coating his skin.
He never looked more beautiful than he did now, raw and naked and completely spent, trembling in the aftershock of orgasm.
Joon-gi took hold of Zhao's thighs, and with a few more thrusts, was brought to completion. He tipped his head back, breath hitching with a sharp cry as every nerve lit up with electric ecstasy. He felt weightless, euphoric.
With a shuddering sigh, Joon-gi withdrew from Zhao's limp body, feeling spent but satisfied. He smiled, shifting positions so he could straddle Zhao's hips. He bent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his sweat-slicked brow. ]
You did well, jagiya. [ He pressed a chaste kiss to Zhao's lips. ] I'm so proud of you.
[ As he drew back, Joon-gi noticed the tears streaming from Zhao's eyes, and something tightened within his chest. Reaching forward, he caressed one stubble-roughened cheek and brushed his thumb against a trailing tear, but Zhao refused to open his eyes. ]
Hey, you're still with me, right? [ He cupped Zhao's face between both hands, heedless of the slick mess coating his fingers. ] Open your eyes, Zhao. Look at me.
[ This was not a command, but a small and desperate plea. ]
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Date: 2024-09-24 02:42 am (UTC)At this rate, he wasn't going to last much longer...
Zhao cried out as he finally came, spilling across his belly. Joon-gi worked him through it, milking every last drop out of him, but there was just so much of it! He felt Zhao grow limp within his grasp, his entire body a weak and boneless mess. He simply laid there, eyes screwed shut, gasping for breath, a sheen of sweat coating his skin.
He never looked more beautiful than he did now, raw and naked and completely spent, trembling in the aftershock of orgasm.
Joon-gi took hold of Zhao's thighs, and with a few more thrusts, was brought to completion. He tipped his head back, breath hitching with a sharp cry as every nerve lit up with electric ecstasy. He felt weightless, euphoric.
With a shuddering sigh, Joon-gi withdrew from Zhao's limp body, feeling spent but satisfied. He smiled, shifting positions so he could straddle Zhao's hips. He bent forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his sweat-slicked brow. ]
You did well, jagiya. [ He pressed a chaste kiss to Zhao's lips. ] I'm so proud of you.
[ As he drew back, Joon-gi noticed the tears streaming from Zhao's eyes, and something tightened within his chest. Reaching forward, he caressed one stubble-roughened cheek and brushed his thumb against a trailing tear, but Zhao refused to open his eyes. ]
Hey, you're still with me, right? [ He cupped Zhao's face between both hands, heedless of the slick mess coating his fingers. ] Open your eyes, Zhao. Look at me.
[ This was not a command, but a small and desperate plea. ]
Please.