slow it down

he swears the way asher tries to bite down on his sounds has him even impossibly harder. "you're so perfect," he whispers as their foreheads touch, and he means it just as much every time he says it. it's like asher reads his mind when he leans in for a kiss, meeting him with a hunger not easily sated. the rest of the world drowns out around him. as far as wonjae is concerned, it's just the two of them in their own private bubble. sometimes he wishes it really was like that; no one else to bother them, no parents trying to keep them apart, no one trying to beat the shit out of them each night. he doesn't break the contact between their lips as he tugs at asher's legs slightly, motioning for him to wrap them tighter around his waist. it isn't the easiest position to fuck in, but he'd wanted asher facing him, and he's not about to fuck him on a public toilet. with asher's legs gripped tighter around him, he shifts his other hand to hook around the small of asher's back instead, his free hand wrapping around his boyfriend's cock. he knows he isn't going to last much longer thanks to the teasing assault he's been enduring for the last twenty minutes, the least he can try and do is get asher there with him. ❝ i'm close, baby, ❞ he utters, finally tearing his lips from asher's. ❝ want me to cum inside you? ❞

            at the non-verbal insistence  ,  asher manages to wrap his legs tighter around wonjae's waist  ,  arms tightening around the elder so he doesn't fall  .  a whine falls from his lips when he feels wonjae's warm palm around his hardened cock  ,  ❝  ah . . . hyung . . .  ❞  he whimpers  ,  teasing and taunting wonjae wasn't without it's downsides  ;  one of them certainly being just as turned on as his lover . . . so it wasn't hard to say that asher is just as near the edge as wonjae is  .  the touch only served to bring him even CLOSER to that precipice  .  ❝  inside . . . inside  ,  ❞  asher mutters out  ,  he'd be uncomfortable for the rest of the trip . . . but he can't deny his own kink  ,  he can't deny he loved having remnants of wonjae within him after they've fucked  .  ❝  want it inside  ,  fill me up  ,  wonjae  ,  ❞  he gasps  ,  eyes flickering with white  .

he feels her thighs start to tremble either side of him and he can feel the pride brimming in his chest. considering yinghua had been practically his first everything, he thinks he's allowed to flex just how good he's gotten at getting her off. he trails a hand down her thigh again, caressing her skin softly, before he slides two fingers inside her, working in tandem with his tongue. god, she's so fucking wet. his cock twitches in interest in his sweatpants and it's a fight not to get to his feet and fuck her against the couch. no, he wants to get her off at least once before focusing on himself. fingers slide in and out of her, the slick wet sound of it music to his ears, doubling down the efforts of his tongue.

            ❝  oh  !!  ❞  a gasp falling from her lips when she feels fingers join the fray  ,  the grip on the cushions in front of her tightens  ,  ❝  yanjun . . .  ❞  she gasps  ,  it feels like she's leaking . . . with how wet she sounds  ,  the filthy squelching of fluids should make her self-conscious and yet  ,  she's more focused on the unending waves of pleasure wracking her entire figure  .  the dam breaks in just mere minutes  ,  her orgasm washing over her body after a few more strokes of yanjun's tongue and fingers  ;  yinghua's figure trembles at the intensity  ,  a strangled moan of yanjun's name as she rides out her high . . . body now limp against the couch  ,  chest rising and falling rapidly to gather her breath  .

noah lets jungwoo tug him closer, lips meeting in the dim light of the room. as long as they can still hear the tv downstairs, he figures they should be in the clear. his mother should knock first, but he knows his father won't if either of them decide to come in and check up on them. is this what his teens should have been like? sneaking boys into his room and trying not to get caught, rather than sneaking his mother to her therapy sessions? his hands reach under the hem of jungwoo's shirt, fingers tip toeing their way along his torso until he reaches jungwoo's chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples. his kisses grow heavier, needier, tongue gently pushing past jungwoo's lips in search of his own.

            shuddering as he feels skin on skin  ,  he's always loved the way noah's hand felt on his body . . . there's something safe about the mechanic's hands  .  no  ,  not just the hands  ,  his entire being made him feel safe  .  safe  ,  secure  ,  protected  .  it took a long time for jungwoo to come to realization that noah wasn't there to hurt him . . . never  .  and it's in those years that jungwoo came to love and appreciate noah  ,  a man that stood by him despite jungwoo's stubborn nature  .  his mind is abruptly ripped from his thoughts as a minute jolt of pleasure surprises his figure before he's distracted by the other's lips  .  a soft sigh falls from his lips as he meets noah's fervent kiss just as passionately  ,  his own hands moving towards noah's belt  .

haneul closes the distance between them at zhangjing's demand, the kiss he presses to the other's lips slow and sensual. he wants to be better for zhangjing. he's trying to be better. ❝ i'm supposed to be the one making it up to you, ❞ he laughs against zhangjing's lips, glad at least that he seems to be forgiven for his tardiness. it's strange being told to take charge, though. he's so used to zhangjing's bossiness, but that's exactly how he likes it. he's always been big, ever since he was a child, and with that had come the natural assumption by those around him that he's domineering and likes calling the shots. fives seconds with him, and the opposite easily reveals itself. ❝ bedroom, ❞ he answers, nipping at zhangjing's bottom lip lightly. ignoring the logistics of fucking on the couch, there's no way he could traumatise eunha like that. he steals another kiss, gripping zhangjing's shirt to gently tug him out of his chair, though there's nothing hurried about his movements.

            it doesn't take much for haneul to get him out of his seat  ,  hand quickly hitting save on his work before he stands up  .  he's curious to WHAT haneul has planned  ,  ❝  you are . . . i know this is putting you on the spot  ,  ❞  zhangjing grins  ,  he's usually the one guiding the haneul through . . . bossy and domineering  ,  zhangjing knows what he wants and seeing as haneul is more than willing to follow along  ,  zhangjing just took on the leading role  .  but  ,  knowing that haneul isn't quite used to calling the shots . . . it seems like an apt punishment to have haneul take the lead tonight  .  ❝  take it as a punishment  ,  i'm not gonna give you any hints tonight  ,  ❞  zhangjing jokes  ,  tone light  ,  moving so he was heading into the bedroom ahead of haneul  .  he strips off his clothes as he makes his way from the door to the bed  .