#junhun week

Aiming carefully Junho spits on their cocks, fitted snugly together inside his palm. Gihun shivers as it falls across the flushed head of his cock and Junho wastes no time, smoothing spit over sensitive, silken skin.

“Should just fuck you twice a day, every day, for the rest of my life,” He says in a feverish rush, inhibitions weakened by the relief of the heat and pressure of his hand, by the throb of Gihun’s pulse against him. “Keep you loose and open for me all the time, keep you full of my cock so you never forget that you belong to me, just—”

He cuts off with a start at the bright, unexpected twist of pain as Gihun pinches his ass, harsh and punitive. “You told me you’d stop saying crazy—crazy shit like that to me.”

Junho relishes the pain until it eases, until Gihun’s grip shifts back towards clinging, his ragged breathing becoming edged with moans as Junho rubs the crowns of their cocks together, the glide eased by the slick of precome.

“You told me you need me,” he defends himself breathlessly, sliding his hand up Gihun’s shirt, greedy for more.

Gihun fights to form a complete sentence as he circles the pads of his fingers over one peaked nipple, his face pinched and pink, his hips jerking as he yields to the rhythm Junho sets. “I need you—not to slip and break your neck—climbing through my window, I need you—”

Junho stops him there, on the words that matter most, with the hook of a cruel thumbnail over the tender bud of his nipple, scraping hard over nerve-dense flesh.

“I know,” he assures him, speaking over Gihun’s moan as he quickens his pace and digs his nail in. He watches Gihun unravel with rapt focus, ensorcelled by the creases in his brow, the color in his cheeks, the bliss building in his glazed eyes. “I know what the keys mean.”