his favorite

since that day on they started what yn called a friendship –they would engage in casual conversations, getting to know each other a little bit better. that’s how johnny confirmed his theory that yn had an oral fixation, and as the mischievous person he is he planned something, after all he hasn’t had fun for so long, yn fell right into his lap.

one night johnny invited yn to his private stall, excited he accepted –private stalls are isolated from the noise outside of them, they have all the accommodations you can pay for– “damn this couch is so comfy man” yn said happily laying on it, “i can certainly sleep in here”. minutes passed and after some more alcohol yn stood up to go towards the bathroom, big mistake.

johnny quickly searched for the lollipops on the other’s coat and hid them around the stall but keeping just a single one in his pocket. then yn came back he was just biting the stick of the candy so he quickly went towards his coat to prepare a new one but he didn’t find one. those nervous tics came back again, tongue against his teeth and his leg bouncing, anxiety taking over him. a sly half-smile tugging on his lips, everything was falling into place for him, “what happened? you seem nervous” he asked, “nothing, it’s just that i” he breathes, “i thought i have enough lollipops for tonight… you know my sweet tooth” he tries to joke and mask the uncontrollable need to have something on his mouth then his eyes catch something –johnny has a lollipop on his hand, he’s playing with it, twirling it in between his fingers– yn tries to act cool but that might be his only chance to calm his urges at least for the rest of the night.

yn gulped, his throat bobbing, then johnny’s words caught him off guard, “you need something in your mouth, don’t you?”. yn stood still, freezed on place while he watches how johnny unwraps the candy slowly, teasingly –johnny waited for yn’s reaction, he didn’t say something he just stared at the cherry red candy on johnny’s hands, licking his lips out of habit, his eyes locking on the precious candy. johnny chuckled at yn’s dumbfounded mood, who would’ve thought a simple candy has such immense power over him. the tall then puts the lollipop on his mouth, tongue swirling over it, savouring it slowly with dragged “hmm’s” to let yn know how delicious it was, the other’s breath hitched seeing this, his mouth watering at the thought of it. then he pulls it out, glossy and slicked with his saliva, a string of it connecting it with his lips.

johnny smirks, he moved closer towards yn, “open up” he demanded in a murmured voice, yn obeyed after hesitating some seconds –after all he can finally have something on his mouth again, or that was he thought. johnny grabbed yn by his chin, parting his lips on the process, he press the lollipop flat on the other’s tongue, dragging it up on his tongue –letting him taste the mixed flavor of the candy with his saliva– yn’s face growing red every passing second, the stall being filled with sinful wet squelching sounds coming from yn’s mouth. johnny worked it deeper, then pulls it out dragging the slicked candy across his lips like it’s some sort of lip balm.

“so fuckin messy” johnny muttered, amused by what he’s doing. saliva started to pool on the corners of yn’s mouth and his eyes become glassy –needy sounds coming from yn pushed johnny to keep going, the candy being smeared wet and sticky across his lips and tongue while a thin trail of saliva dripped down the other’s chin slowly, some of it coating the hand of johnny that’s holding his chin still.

he pulled the lollipop out with a wet pop, holding it just inches away, strings of spit stretched between it and yn’s glossy sticky lips, then –with no warning– he pushed it back in, but deeper this time bumping it against the back of yn’s throat. he choked out a muffled moan, eyes watering as he sucked harder, the mix of cherry and spit flooding his senses. johnny’s gaze darkened as he watched yn’s struggle over a lollipop, “you like this don’t you?. we are just getting started”.

johnny made him open the mouth more this time to spit inside of it, the glob of saliva fell onto the candy and then slid down yn’s throat, he moaned at the act. johnny continued defiling yn’s mouth until half of the candy was already melted, some of it coating his knuckles while his other hand was the same but with yn’s saliva instead. johnny puts the candy back to his mouth and leaned down to yn’s ear, “want something bigger, thicker and tastier?”, his gaze pinning yn on his place. the other introduced his thumb on yn’s mouth to give him time to think about the proposal.

yn swallowed hard but the answer was already written on his face, with his other free hand johnny unzipped his pants while maintaining eye contact with yn –who kept sucking his thumb, licking the candy remains that was on it. johnny freed himself, his dick springing hard, thick and already leaking. “c’mere” johnny guided him towards his shaft, his thumb being replaced quickly by his shaft. yn hummed at the first taste, the salty taste of the precum contrasting against the sweet one of the candy, his tongue swirled on the underside of it and on the tip –sucking out every bead of precum out of it.

yn grabbed johnny’s thighs while going deeper, eager and sloppy –johnny groaned, his hands tightening around yn’s head while he rocked his hips slowly, waiting for yn to adjust to his size. “fuckk” he slurred, “...that’s it” he watches through half lidded eyes as yn’s lips stretch taut on his cock, spit slicking it along with his chin and dripping down messily. when he pulls out to catch his breath lots of thick thin saliva strings can be seen between his mouth and the other’s cock and balls, like a messy spider web. yn moaned around him, the vibration sending a shudder through johnny’s cock.

“up” johnny demanded, pushing him against the stall’s door, “gonna fuck you so good you would forget about fucking lollipops”. yn’s cheek pressed against the cold surface of the door, “please johnny..” yn begs but he doesn’t specify for what –does he wants the remaining candy on johnny’s mouth or does he wants johnny’s cock?– why not give him both?.

johnny yanks down all the clothes of his lower body, leaving him with just the turtleneck black shirt, yn’s dick is pressed against the cool surface of the door too, making him hiss at the sensation. johnny stops sucking on the lollipop putting it back on yn’s mouth. johnny lines up his cock, teasing the hole with his wet tip before thrusting in hard, his cock stretching the other's walls making him gasp after feeling how good johnny filled him up. yn’s hands tried to find something to hold on to while the other fucks him relentlessly, the door rattled due to the sheer strength of johnny’s thrusts, filling the room with wet slaps of skin on skin. his hips snapping against him with a brutal pace.

johnny then stopped thrusting and pulled out making the other whine for feeling empty, then he turned him around and lifted him up like nothing, “hold on tight” he said as he yanked his legs over his shoulders before pinning him against the wall again in a mating press position, folding him in half to go deeper, also a perfect angle to hit right at his prostate. yn’s back arched and his head tipped back but the candy remained still on his mouth, the position made his vision blur, the pounding becoming rough and merciless.

yn’s body shook, overwhelmed by the constant abuse of his sweet spot, the candy helping to muffle his moans –he forces his mouth shut to not let it slip out– johnny just smirked, sweat rolling down his forehead to his cheeks and finally dripping down his chin. he shifts positions again, this time he puts yn in the coach and maneuvered him into a full nelson, his strong arms hooked under yn’s knees and bith hands locking behind his neck spreading him wide and shamelessly. yn couldn’t handle it anymore, his head tipped back against johnny’s shoulder, every movement of the other driving deeper and harder than the last one.

the sounds that filled the room were filthy, wet squelches, ragged gasps, the grunts of johnny. yn’s cock bobbed uselessly against his stomach leaving wet trails of his precum. johnny growled into his ear, nipping at the lobe as he slammed one last time pushing both to their edge, “let’s cum together” he said. yn spilled across his torso and chest, his seed painting his body white while johnny’s cock pulsed inside his hole, filling him up drawing a satisfied groan out of the top’s mouth. johnny finally let yn’s legs drop, smirking as he slumped him on the coach.

“was it better than the lollipop?” he asked, voice hoarse but still with a smug tone. yn only nodded, still catching his breath. johnny takes the lollipop out of his mouth, seeing how there’s still some of it and then an idea crosses his mind after seeing his cum seeping out of the other’s wrecked hole. he puts the lollipop on his mouth and starts sucking out his cum like that, sometimes he just drags the candy around the other’s hole to smear the cum on it or he does it around the rim to taste the sweetness when he’s sucking the puckered hole –he even puts the lollipop inside yn, “wanna know how you taste?” he says as he fucks yn with the candy– all while the other just stares at him dumbfounded and fucked out after the intense ramming sesh. “you’re fucking nasty” yn mutters, “but you love it or else you would’ve stop me already” he mocks, putting the lollipop back on yn’s mouth for him to suck it for the rest of the night while his face disappears under yn’s dick, his lips latched on the other’s rim, messily sucking it and fucking him with his wet slicked tongue, squelching sounds echoing around.

johnny’s face ends up being smeared with saliva and cum around his mouth and cheeks, he licks and smacks his lips, “sweet. better than fucking lollipops” he says as he stands up and smacks the abused hole.