ššš šššš šššš šššš šš šššššššš ššššš. how long have they been going back and forth with their edging games? it had begun as subtle touches here and there. jingyu thought he had been reading a little too much into them at first for how innocently timed they'd been, but with time they became more obvious, daring ā until the first kiss took place. though not totally unexpected, it still took him by surprise how romance had chosen to approach it. these games? they had gone on for far too long, but oh did they pay off.
his bare back pressed against the headboard, eyes trained on the male laying on his stomach over the mattress between his thighs. oh, he enjoyed this point of view. being able to see even the curvature of romance's buttocks ā who knew he hid such attributes beneath his clothing. he's only distracted by the latter's tongue, watching as they lick an agonisingly slow stripe on the underside of his cock before taking it between their lips. fuck.
his breath hitches, chest rising and falling rhymically in time with their tongue's strokes. he should've known romance was gifted in such craft, his mistake for not considering it. jingyu can't deny the sense of pride and fulfillment when the other takes every inch of his in his mouth, not even gagging as the head strokes the back of their throat. ā oh, yesā ā a soft, encouraging moan follows suit.
ā can i? ā jingyu questions, daringly reaching out a hand to run through their hair before settling at the back of their head. a smirk settles on his features as the other's gaze meets his ā oh, how he'd longed for this moment. with a firm hold on the back of romance's head, jingyu thrusts up to their mouth once to indicate what he wanted. ā open. ā a loud and clear instruction to part his lips a little wider, so jingyu could take the matter into his own hands.
throughout, he continues to instruct romance into doing exactly what he wants, so he can proceed to use his mouth, his throat to chase his own climax. it nears. jingyu feels so at the pit of his stomach, his thrusts briefly slow down, hips stuttering and struggling to match the necessary pace to tip him over. romance only briefly pulls back, the words come mumbles with a knowing smirk before he sinks back down, teeth lightly dragging along his shaft. ā roā ā a moan rips through the room as he unloads, coating their tongue in his thick, near translucent seed.
prompted ; @sinpatterned.