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“Won, tell me what to do and when to stop, okay?”
What a man Mingyu is, asking for consent. Something the patriarchy should learn. CONSENT.
“Hmm.” was all he can answer. He presses his palm unto Mingyu's chest. Wonwoo's hand sneaks inside the denim jacket without any inner shirt. Before Mingyu could continue, he lifts himself up and sensually unbuttons the jacket. One by one, like the curtains of Broadway theaters, it unveils a work of art called Kim Mingyu. With his golden complexion and built torso, Wonwoo couldn't help but lick his lips and strongly clasp one of Mingyu's pecs, bringing Mingyu to shut his eyes in pleasure.
“Please.” the older whimpers. Mingyu crouches back to become one with Wonwoo's lips once more. “Baby, what do you want me to do.”
“Mmm.... my dick... inside your mouth... please...”
A clear command. With this, Mingyu grabs Wonwoo's shirt by its sleeve and pulls it down to relieve Wonwoo's arm of upper clothing, latter helping Mingyu as he slips said arm inside. The want for Wonwoo consumes him like fire ravaging his poor soul. Mingyu then pulls the shirt over Wonwoo's head and presto. In one second, Jeon Wonwoo is devoid of his shirt.
Mingyu dives back in, going for the neck and his alluring Adam's apple protruding front and center. Eventually descending to his nipples, he makes a quick stop at it, teasing it with his lips; before he goes to the chiseled abs of his partner, his love, his WonWon.
Wonwoo shivered at how Mingyu quickly finds all his good spots, lavishly enjoying the performance of a lifetime Mingyu is presenting. With impatience, he unbuttoned his pants. Mingyu sensed the movement, taking it by the side and cautiously, he pulls it down.
There, Mingyu beholds at how eager is the member in the boxer to escape from its cotton prison. He rubs his nose through the outline of the bulge as part of the act before pulling it down.
He strokes it a few times until Wonwoo's dick is upright enough and all Wonwoo could do about it is squirm and thrust his hips in anticipation of the warm chasm that is Mingyu's mouth.
Without further ado, in goes the cucumber.
In the first moments, Mingyu bobs his head; figuring out the rhythm suited to give Wonwoo the optimum pleasure like the engineer he is when solving problems and making systems most effective and efficient. Wonwoo's hands seem to find no place until it lay atop Mingyu's hair. He tangles a handful in his fist and holds him still. Wonwoo has sensed the attempt to trump his dominance due to his emotional status. Not tonight, Mingyu. Not tonight.
Maybe Jeon Wonwoo be merciful upon Kim Mingyu one time, but not this time.
Wonwoo begins with one thrust, soft and careful. Once Mingyu got the gist, he lets his movements dwindle in favor of Wonwoo fucking his mouth senseless. And Wonwoo? He just does. And Mingyu? He takes it so well. The entire length almost touching his uvula, one wrong tick of the muscle and he will gag. Glad Wonwoo's member is long but not that long.
Mingyu had bigger plans, part of it giving Wonwoo some form of triumph in dominance. He wraps his hand unto the dick. If his tongue did wonders in Wonwoo's mouth, it will increase tenfold when it freely frolics around the head; licking the tip of the penis.
Tenfold? More like hundredfold. Wonwoo can't hold it, not anymore; moaning his heart out as he is being blown without end. This alone brings his sensitive-flushed self closer and closer until it just, bursts. White come with its warmth lingering unto Mingyu's mouth and a few spots on the abdomen and pubic area.
A thought struck the older repeatedly even when he is sweating so much.
Will he swallow, will he swallow, will he swallow?
The younger answered affirmative. Once he lets the dick, now softening, out; he lends a hand to Wonwoo to lift his body enough to sit on the bed. Mingyu strode to the bathroom to get him and Wonwoo towels. He goes back to him and hands him one, before sitting on the bed with him. He, however, notices Wonwoo's gaze fixated unto one thing.
Mingyu's dissatisfied member hinting at his pants.
“Anong gagawin mo, Won?” asked a weary Mingyu.
“I'm returning the favor.” Wonwoo unzipped the taller's pants. He then lets his hands slither until Mingyu's dick is out and proud.
Wonwoo begins stroking it, alternating the speed of his hand's motion. From time to time, he allows his thumb to play with the tip, forcing Mingyu to settle his head unto the Wonwoo's neck. He kisses it gently and when Wonwoo brings up his ante and Mingyu's losing it with the hand job Wonwoo is giving him, he bites unconsciously; marking him with hickeys right on his collar bone. It didn't take him long to release his share of come and let it splatter on his tummy and pants.
“Huhubarin mo rin naman yan diba?” Wonwoo unfolds his fingers around the member slowly losing its hardness.
“Bakit, gusto mo bang matulog ng walang saplot?”
“Maybe? I always wanted to try that kahit isang beses.”
Bold of him to assume na isang beses lang nila itong gagawin.
They now begin to undo every piece of clothing they have on their bodies, including the wrist watches and bracelets. All that's left ay ang kanilang pisikal na katawan at ang makamundong aliw na dulot ng pagtatalik.
Wonwoo lied down facing the wall. Mingyu does too.
“Won?”
“Hmm?”
“Wala kang dapat ikatakot pag yakap kita, tandaan mo yan.”
With this line, he kisses the nape one last time before snuggling his entire body unto Wonwoo.