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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      SEVENTEEN_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Wonwoo/Wen_Jun_Hui_|_Jun, Jeon_Wonwoo_&_Wen_Jun_Hui_|_Jun
  Character:
      Jeon_Wonwoo, Wen_Jun_Hui_|_Jun
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Smut, Shameless_Smut, Light_BDSM, Toys,
      doukyuusei_but_more_sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-07 Words: 5815
****** When Kittens Play ******
by silvergalax
Summary
     It was a secret only the Periodicals section of the library know.
Notes
     this is just sex. pure sex. safe sex dont worry. turn your back and
     dont scan. i swear. sex.
See the end of the work for more notes
He kept absolutely still as the footsteps got louder. Feeling the cool air if
it was someone else. His ragged breathing breaks through the still atmosphere
as he holds for purchase on the wall. Anything. Anything to hold on to. All the
other stalls were vacant. Jeon Wonwoo stares at his flushed expression on the
full body mirror beside the cement sink. His forehead glistens with sweat as he
hides himself inside the library’s comfort room. The school just finished
building the new section of the library last semester for the periodicals. His
eyeglasses fogging up with the hot air he has been exhaling, the nose piece
digging uncomfortably on his high nose bridge. He was about to remove the first
two buttons of his white uniform when he remembered what he said. Don’t. He
heaves another lungful of air. The footsteps sound as if they’re drawing
nearer. Wonwoo holds himself still as he hears the sweet hum resounding
throughout the vacant periodical section. It’s him. Wonwoo is one hundred
percent sure it’s him. He bites himself to keep him from keening when he feels
the wetness between his legs slide. The humming stops.
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?”, the honey-like voice whispers
through the door. Wonwoo quickly turns the locked knob to meet the one he has
been waiting for. A blond student just as tall as he is stands in front of him
coolly, playing with what seems like a remote control, swinging it on air with
his left forefinger.
“That’s because my name is not fucking Romeo.”, the struggling slim boy sharply
retorts as he pulls the blond male inside, locking the door again to ensure
secrecy. The newcomer pulls his hand away, as he moves a distance from the
sweating boy.
“Junnie,”, Wonwoo stretches his arm towards the other. Wen Junhui, the cool
blond guy, simply avoids his touch. “Jun, please touch me ah.”, he gasps as he
feels the object inside him move slower.
“What time is it?”, he pulls at the younger’s other wrist to look at his watch.
It burns. His touch burns, sensually. Wonwoo twists his hand so he can at least
hold Junhui’s wrist.
“It’s just 1pm?”, Jun innocently turns at the younger, “Yet you’re so needy.”,
he presses at a button making Wonwoo’s knees buckle. The older’s gaze drops a
level darker and then he pries the hand on his arm, pushing the other away.
With his weak knees, Wonwoo falls to the ground in front of the full-body
mirror. He feels the vibrator inside him poke at his prostate. He groans loud,
his hard-on chafing uncomfortably against his black slacks. Painfully obvious.
Junhui stares at him hotly, taking in the sight of his secret boyfriend
pleading for him to touch him. He crouches in front of him then he swipes his
hand up Wonwoo’s sweaty forehead, licking his lips trying to hold himself back
from ravishing his lovely boyfriend. No, they had a deal.
“Can you take it longer, baby?”, it takes a long silence with just Wonwoo
breathing raggedly, eyes closed before Jun gets a clear answer.
“Y-yes. Just, please touch me please?”, he leans towards Junhui’s hand
caressing his jaw, his finger massaging the spot underneath his ears.
“My attention keeps on going back to the vibrator inside me.”, he gulps slowly,
feeling his lips dry up again feeling the slight poke of the vibrator.
“I’m all alone up here, my supervisor is away.”, Wonwoo opens his eyes as he
stares back at Jun’s dazed eyes. He’s affected too and Wonwoo knows it, but he
won’t push him any further. Why would he? Where’s the fun in that?
“You still remember the safe word right?”, Jun draws closer, his lips barely
touching Wonwoo’s. His breath airs through the other’s lips.
“Yes, yes.”, he feels the pressure in his abdomen rise slowly. “Buffalo, isn’t
it?”, he feels Junhui’s other hand slightly touching his hard on. Wonwoo almost
tears up at the pleasurable feeling but he could only hiccup as he stares back
at his boyfriend’s deep eyes.
Jun taps his thigh lightly, “Good, now stand up.”, he offers his hand to Wonwoo
then he turns him around to push him against the mirror. His hand resting
against the other’s lower back. Wonwoo leans his two arms on the mirror as he
stares back.
“Junnie?”
“Take your pants off.”, he picks up the stern command in his boyfriend’s voice.
Wonwoo quickly scrambles to follow him. Being naughty means punishment.
Punishment means spanks. He doesn’t want that. Not now. Not when he still has
two classes after his shift. They have lots of time together after class. He
unbuckles his belt then he quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants down his
legs. He was about to slip his briefs down when he felt Jun’s warm hand pulling
his arms to lean it against the mirror. Jun quickly pulls his underwear down to
his knees. The older positions himself behind Wonwoo, taking in the plump flesh
in front of him.
“Look at you,”, the older rasps on Wonwoo’s ears, holding the younger’s slim
waist from behind. The younger raises his head and takes in the erotic scene
reflected against the mirror, his body facing the wall, precum coming out of
his erected dick after holding the toy inside him for the past two periods.
Junhui in all his dark, gorgeous glory, perching his head on his right
shoulder.
“All for me,”, the oldest bites his earlobe, their eyes meet in the mirror.
Wonwoo exhales heavily, closing his eyes as he feels the light touch on the
cheek of his ass. Caress meant to appreciate the curve of his lean butt.
“You should know better now”, the soft, sweet voice was meant to feel
reassuring yet it sounds so menacing, seducing him to follow, “not to sext
while I’m in a family dinner.”. A loud spank resounds inside the bathroom,
making Wonwoo cry out an “Ah”. It’s supposed to hurt. He should be in pain. Yet
all that he feels is pleasure. The loud spank, the stinging on his ass’ cheek,
maybe he was naughty after all. He waits for the second hit to come. Maybe to
quench his need for more touch, to feel more of Junhui. Instead, he feels
fingers circling his dick. His legs shake feeling the vibrator inside him move
at a higher level while Jun pumps his dick languidly.
The older showers his neck with soft, wet kisses. Marking hickeys on the hidden
sweet spot on his nape. Wonwoo purrs at the sensation, leaning his head towards
Junhui when he feels the vibrator pulled out of his ass. He moans long and loud
as Jun tries to fuck him with the toy, his boyfriend’s palm cupping the head of
his dick. The vibrations were sending him over the edge closer and closer-
until his boyfriend completely pulls it out.
Wonwoo looks back, “Are you done?”, he catches his breath.
“Nope.”, he feels Junhui insert something inside him along with their vibrator.
Wonwoo feels like tearing up right then and there when the toy moved again but
at a different and more pronounced angle. Junhui pulls away and looks at his
boyfriend’s reflection.
”And that is for calling me up here,”, he stares at Wonwoo’s ass with the strap
of the dildo and vibrator he just inserted. The younger heaves strongly knowing
that it would be even better later on, he just has to carry on. “I don’t like
being disturbed while eating lunch.”, Junhui kisses his cheek maxing up the
vibrator. The younger’s legs finally gave up as Jun leaves the restroom without
a second look.
 
 
Jeon Wonwoo belongs to the class C of the tenth years in an all-boys school in
their district. Indeed, he is a part of the cream of the crop. Yet a couple of
misfortunes happened when he was about to take his high school entrance exam
causing him to give up his chance of going to a nice science and technology
institute in their district. Another misfortune came to him when he was about
to take the test in his current school, he got sick on the day of the entrance
examination. Despite studying very hard, his blurry memory reigned which made
him too tired to solve the remaining math questions. Maybe it was a miracle in
disguise. Had he not missed that train going to the institute, had he not
fallen sick during the entrance examination, then he wouldn’t have met Wen
Junhui.
Summer during eighth year when their class had to join a choir competition. The
whole class C was in it so who was Wonwoo to disappoint his classmates? He has
a nice voice but he wasn’t the type to practice singing. He stayed back in
their classroom after their classes to practice their song when the door slid
open. Wen Junhui was standing outside, “You have a nice voice.”, the Chinese
blurted out.
“Uhm… thanks?”
“But you missed a note there, it should’ve been-“, then the older sang the
line. His mellow voice echoed through the room and Wonwoo felt that at that
moment, he already fell in love. Maybe he had too much of those shoujo manga
but he can literally see sakura petals around Junhui whenever he sings or
smiles. “Do you mind repeating that again?”, Wonwoo politely asks as he looks
back at the music sheet he was holding. Junhui walks towards him and then
pointed out the note he missed.
From then on, they started to bond every after class to have a short tutorial
session about singing. Maybe for Junhui it was just to sing, but for Wonwoo, it
was to fall.
 
Wen Junhui may have a Chinese blood but his family long moved to South Korea,
way before he was even born. His mother insisted that he learn the piano at an
early age which earned him a title as a prodigy. At a young age, he can easily
spot notes landing on the wrong line. When he heard Wonwoo from outside, he
felt warmth in his chest. He felt flowers bursting from within. The voice was
deep yet so in tune despite the notes he missed. He opened the door only to see
a handsome, young man sitting on the table reading the music sheet for their
class’ song. How come he has never seen this guy before?
“It’s because I prefer being alone.”, Wonwoo explains one night after their
tutorial lessons. They were currently at the park drinking a can of orange
juice.
“Ah, so you’re an introvert then?”, Junhui turns to the other. The stars look
beautiful gleaming on Wonwoo’s irises.
“I guess,”, the younger shrugs as he downs the last of the juice. A drop did
not make it on Wonwoo’s mouth so it glided on his chin, Junhui stares at it and
impulsively he— kisses the boy before him. It was just a peck yet when Jun
realized what he did, he stilled. His lips still touching Wonwoo’s.
The younger pushes him away, pink blush adorning his cheeks. He tries to mumble
something, only for incoherent words to come out. Junhui leans back trying to
digest what he just did. He slams the can on the ground, standing up to get
away. Only for his hand to be pulled back, asking him to stay.
And stay he did. He remembers the exact moment their lips met again, not just
for a peck but for a deeper, more passionate exchange. Tongues probing each
other’s mouths, fingers tangling through his blond hair. The kiss was messy,
might be because it was Wonwoo’s first. Might be because Junhui’s head has gone
haywire. It was a cold evening yet the heat of their lips was enough to keep
Jun from leaving. That night he stayed, was also the night their relationship
started.
 
They both agreed to keep it in secret. Not knowing how their friends,
classmates, and teachers would go about it since they were going to an all-boys
school. What their peers noticed though, is how Wonwoo suddenly became more
approachable. It’s not that he’s anti-social, he was just introverted. He liked
the company Jun’s friends provided too so it was a win-win situation.
 
That was until Jun borrowed his phone. The older forgot his in their house so
he borrowed Wonwoo’s. They were comfortable with their relationship anyways,
just a bit on guard whenever they were at school. As usual, the older was
bored. Wonwoo has his books but Jun only has his mobile games. They were both
in the library’s new section that time for Wonwoo’s assistant shift. The
younger’s supervisor was out for a seminar at another district so they were all
alone. Jun innocently scrolled through the younger’s phone trying to look for
games.
“Wonwoo, you don’t have games?”
“Nope.”, he licks at his finger as he turns to the next page. Junhui pouts so
he sneaks in a selca with Wonwoo instead. He was about to check out his shots
in the phone’s Gallery when he saw the other albums. Wonwoo was still unaware
about what Junhui was doing when the older taps at an album.
What he saw next shocked him. Never did he ever believed that it was Wonwoo’s
type to do such things. It was an album for nudes. There were around 2000
images AND VIDEOS. He sees a one-minute video, so he taps on it only to forget
that he was just leaning on Wonwoo’s shoulder. The sound of moans from his
boyfriend fingering himself while his face was half-hidden echoed through the
silent section. Wonwoo jolts and sees his boyfriend watching his video of
himself, he snatches the phone and quickly locks it down. Jun turns to his
boyfriend, the younger slightly moves away from him on the long bench they were
sitting on.
“So you like…”, the older lifts his hand up, “doing that, huh?”, he moves to
pump the air with his hand.
Wonwoo blushes further and slaps Junhui’s hand, “Junnie!”. The older laughs as
Wonwoo hides his face on his hands. The air was tense and thick. Wonwoo does
not know how to approach this situation now that his secret is finally out. To
his boyfriend nonetheless.
“I’m a teenager okay, I only have myself.”, he murmurs underneath his hands.
Jun tries to pry his hands away from his face only for Wonwoo to keep facing
down, not meeting his boyfriend’s eyes.
“Have you sent them to other people?”, Wonwoo jerks his head up.
“I would never…”, he confesses.
“Sweet.”, Junhui pulls him forward for a kiss. The older started asking for his
videos from then on which he generously gives.
 
From simple kisses hidden under staircases, lips that cannot seem to get enough
of each other. Chasing and chasing until one gets to lick and probe. Fingertips
pressing hard on slim waist and wide back to hold onto and keep them from
falling further for each other. Moans and grunts were held in just in case
Professor Choi comes in. That damn music teacher who’s the only one who knows
about their supposed secret relationship. How did he discover Wonwoo and
Junhui?
“I’m old enough and I’ve seen enough of relationships to know that you’re more
than friends.”, he explains then puts his cigarette back to his lips.
“Been there, done that, huh?”, Jun smiles at his teacher, snatching a few
gummies to throw into his mouth. He was just cutting classes to sleep on the
rooftop when he woke up to the music teacher leaning on the railings.
The music teacher side-eyes him, “Maybe.”, too leading. As if he wants to say
more but he could only tell that much. The older throws the cigarette to the
ground and stomps it with his foot. “Be careful not to get caught, or I’ll be
forced to give you The Talk.”, Seungcheol turns to the door to go to his next
class.
 
To sending each other nudes. A few days after Junhui’s erotic discovery, he
received a message from Wonwoo. Just like the good ‘ol Junhui that he is, he
expected for a question about their Chemistry assignment. Between the two of
them, Jun is definitely better than Wonwoo when it comes to computations.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?), the message had nothing to do about numbers
but all about numbing pleasure. It was just a photo. Wonwoo was wearing a blue
beanie and his eyeglasses, his bottom all bare. His matching blue sweater was
all bunched up, bitten on his lips revealing milky, lean abdomen, his other
hand was holding his dick up as if pumping it. Too bad Wonwoo is not that good
at taking photos and his phone does not have a nice camera, but for Junhui it’s
more than enough.
You asked?, was all the caption said yet teenage Junhui of course had to have a
break down after finally receiving nudes from his boyfriend. Hormones ran wild
and he just had to take advantage of this chance. The older quickly pushed his
shorts down to feel his slowly hardening dick. Masturbation is not new to the
teenager having done it many times in the shower. It’s just that, this is the
first time he finally gets an actual image to get off to. After creaming his
hands while chanting Wonwoo in between breaths, he takes a photo of his
softening dick and soiled fingers and underwear.
Thank youuu
 
To finally doing it, the couple has reached that part in their relationship
where they start to explore each other’s bodies. They were each other’s firsts,
hoping to be each other’s lasts. They had lots of fun. So much fun they started
playing games in school too.
 
Back to the present. Wonwoo innocently sits through his last class for the day.
Junhui on the other hand, is sitting three rows to his left, constantly
flicking through the buttons of the remote control. The younger feels his sweat
become even colder and stickier as it runs down his back. He can sense the
obvious changes in vibration digging on his veins. His secret boyfriend is the
only one to blame. The curl in Wonwoo’s stomach refuses to subside, only
wishing to be relieved by Junhui. The younger holds in his moans by biting his
lips, faking coughs every once in a while, whenever the dildo and vibrator
moves right on the spot. Junhui could only smile from the back as he continues
to take notes.
Wonwoo wishes for a distraction as he closes his eyes tightly. Maybe one of Mr.
Lee’s punny jokes, no he would laugh and that would mean bad for him. Or a quiz
just so time can run fas-
“Wonwoo, sir!”. The said person suddenly lifts his head up, eyes already dazed.
He turns to his seatmate Jihoon who was looking at someone behind them. Junhui,
of course.
“Ah yes, my favorite student.”, the rest of the class laughs. He was only the
favorite because of that one time he laughed so hard at the Math teacher’s pun.
“Kindly answer the last question on the board.”, the teacher moves to the side,
gesturing him the chalk.
Wen Junhui, would, of fucking course, volunteer him to answer the question. He
stands up to walk on shaky legs that he masks with his curved stature.
“Are you okay Jeon?”, the teacher checks up on him, tapping his back. His
cheeks were slightly flushed and his breathing was heavy but he conceals it by
constantly fixing his glasses.
“I’m fine, Mr. Lee.”, he takes a step back to read the question and list the
given. The vibration suddenly stops. He also stopped writing, carefully side-
eyeing his boyfriend. Wonwoo rushes to scribble the whole solution down.
When he was finished though, “Please explain your answer to the class.”, the
old man smiles at him, unknowing of his struggle. He damn nearly cries when
right after saying the first sentence, the toy moves again on max. He chokes on
his words, looking at Junhui who was smiling dorkily at the back. He loves his
boyfriend so much but he fucking hates him right now. Wonwoo’s voice went down
a volume yet he continues on explaining as the sex toy probes him. He badly
wants to touch his dick. Badly wants Jun to make him cum. But they’re in the
middle of their class and this isn’t the time for begging. He quickly walks
back to his seat, legs sticking together as he tries to hide his hard-on.
 
The bell rings but Wonwoo has already packed his bag way before the teacher
asked them to. To hell with that, he needs Junhui’s dick right now. When Mr.
Lee finally exited the room, he picked up his messenger bag on one hand and
swiped at his sweat. Walking towards Jun’s desk who seem to be taking his damn
time at packing while joking with Joshua. He coughs to let them know of his
presence.
“Oh, Wonwoo? Didn’t see you there.”, Jun innocently chatters turning to him.
“Let’s go.”
“What’s that? I’m still talking to Joshua you know.”, the older points his
thumb towards his friend sitting in front of him. Instead of replying, Wonwoo
meets Junhui’s eyes and stares hard. They’re leaving immediately and Jun cannot
change that. Being the hard-headed that he is, Junhui simply stares back. How
can he look so innocent yet so territorial at the same time? How can he appear
so naïve but still make his heart flip and dick weep?
“Okay, let’s go.”, the older holds his arm then quickly gets both of them out
of the classroom.
“I didn’t know they were that close.”, Jihoon tells Joshua as he stares at the
back of their friends.
“Me, neither.”
 
Lips met tongue, saliva trailed on their chins. They could only play as hard as
they did today only because they have Wonwoo’s house all to themselves. His
parents were away for a company trip while his brother was on a sleepover.
While the cats are away, the mice will play. Or better, the kittens will play.
Jun hoists Wonwoo on his hips after making sure that the front door was locked.
He has been in the household far too many times to remember the maze of walls
and vases he has to avoid with Wonwoo in front of him. Cool air and musky scent
welcomed them when they entered Wonwoo’s room.
“Game’s over, babe.”, Wonwoo taunts, leaning back as he admires Junhui’s
flushed face and chafing hard on.
“I still have the remote though.”, the older raises his eyebrow then presses on
the button, making Wonwoo melt on top of him. The younger’s glasses almost
falls off as he humps on Jun’s thigh just to take the pain and pleasure come
out of him. His glasses were pulled off his face then set on the table by his
boyfriend. Jun tilts his face again to kiss him deeply, while his hands
unbutton Wonwoo’s school uniform.
“Fuck you, Jun. I’ve been hard I already feel numb.”, he moves to suck on the
older’s Adam’s apple. Jun bucks up, moving his fingers to Wonwoo’s pants
instead of finishing unbuttoning the white polo. The older struggles to pull
the slacks down off his boyfriend as the younger kept on humping his thighs.
“Wonwoo, take your pants off.”, he commands, feeling the younger finish his
necklace of hickeys on his neck.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Then guess who’s getting blue balls tonight.”, Wonwoo immediately pulls off
both his underwear and pants after Jun kids him. Chuckles escaped Jun at how
cute Wonwoo can be when pressured. His dick hangs proudly in front of Jun,
sticky precum leaking from his tip. Jun was about to touch Wonwoo when both of
his hands got held up.
“Nuh-uh.”, Wonwoo tauntingly leans closer to Junhui’s ear, “Remember the
deal?”, the younger licks his earlobe then proceeds to bite it.
“A-ah yes.”, Jun mewls, his sensitive earlobe getting sucked.
“Be a good boy then I’ll make you cum.”, Wonwoo growls on his ear.
“Take off your shirt.”, Jun quickly unbuttons his uniform and throws his white
tanktop to the side, leaving him bare. His boyfriend snatches the remote from
him and reaches for a silk cloth inside the bedside drawer. Jun could only
watch his boyfriend tying him up to the headboard, adjusting and fitting it to
his liking.
“Are you uncomfortable?”, Wonwoo positions Jun’s hips properly on the bed.
“No, just fine. Not tight.”, he reassures Wonwoo with a smile.
“Too bad, I want you loose for later.”, the younger moves down to his nipples
to suck and nip at them. Jun could only close his eyes while bucking his hips
up and down for some kind of relief on his crotch.
Wonwoo continues to unbutton his shirt and takes off the rest of his clothes.
“Ah, why do I still have-“, he pulls off and spreads his legs in front of
Junhui to show his ass that the older has been playing with for the whole day.
Jun’s mouth dries at the sight as Wonwoo pulls at the string to take the
vibrator and dildo out of him. The younger closes his eyes when he suddenly
hears Jun moaning at the sight of him playing with himself.
“You like that?”, he fucks himself with the vibrator. The Chinese wishes it was
him instead. Fucking that pink hole or being fucked by that red dick resting on
Wonwoo’s tummy. Jun moans further as Wonwoo tempts him to watch playing with
himself. Wonwoo groans feeling the toy vibrate and move.
”Four hours, Junhui.”, Wonwoo moves to finger himself along with the toy inside
him. “I waited for four hours. I thought you were going to fuck me in the
library.”, he takes his finger out to pump his cock instead. The cock in Jun’s
pants stir harder as his boyfriend’s dark gaze lays upon his bare torso.
“Wonwoo, please-“, he was cut off by a particularly loud moan Wonwoo let out as
he plays with the foreskin of his dick, showing off the head, scratching the
head with his nail. He moves farther when he feels Junhui’s foot tracing his
leg. Far enough, so their skins weren’t touching, making his boyfriend yearn
for more. Jun eyes his boyfriend masturbating in front of him, his hips kept on
thrusting up and down to give comfort to his hard shaft trapped within his
tight underwear.
Pants and high-pitched groans escape his lips, refusing to close his eyes to
enjoy the view in front of him. He hears the telltale sign when Wonwoo’s moan
digs a level deeper, he perfectly knows his boyfriend is about to come. A chant
of JunhuiJunJunhui mixed with groans resonated through the bedroom.
Wonwoo’s eyes dazingly stares back, his chest heaving rapidly, “Wonwoo let me-
ah let me do it. Please, I’ll be good.”, then the pumps slow down.
Wonwoo licks his lips, “You’ll- you’ll be good?”, hiccupping from the pleasure
washing him, holding himself from cumming at the sight of his sweaty boyfriend.
“I promise. Please.”, and just like the good kitten that he is, Wonwoo finally
removes the vibrator from his ass then starts crawling closer to Jun. He
quickly takes off the slacks, noting the wet patch on Jun’s white boxers. He
palms the hard-on, letting Jun feel what he has been yearning for, then he
slips the boxers off his boyfriend’s legs, his dick standing proudly.
“If you want to be good for me,”, Wonwoo kisses the underside of the shaft,
“You’ll be loud and scream for me.”, Junhui keens when Wonwoo inserts the head
of his cock inside his mouth only to take it out again. His boyfriend was a
whiny screamer, “Understand that, baby?”, he takes in Jun’s balls, as the
older’s eyes roll, his hands itching to tug at Wonwoo’s hair.
“Yes.”, and with that, Wonwoo slowly engulfed his dick with his warm mouth.
Junhui bares his legs to his boyfriend as he hears the snap of a bottle lid. He
feels the lube running down the crack of his ass, as Wonwoo takes his cock out
of his mouth.
He slaps his cheek with Jun’s dick, “Want you so bad, baby.”, Wonwoo licks the
head. Junhui feels a finger enter him, he closes his eyes when the finger curls
up to hit his prostate.
“Oh- fuck!”, his nails dig crescents on his palm as he struggles from the
restraint. Wonwoo massages the thighs in front of him, inserting another
finger, pumping and curling. Jun feels the pressure building up from the edge
of his thighs to his abdomen. He headily whines when he feels a thumb press on
the junction of his balls and hole.
Wonwoo leans closer and kisses him passionately, “Like it when I do that?”, he
continues to massage the insides of his boyfriend’s walls.
“Y-yeah. Love it when you fuck me.”, Jun bites his lips as Wonwoo blushes a
degree redder. Another finger enters him and scissors him open. Wonwoo might be
stretched but he will be doing all the fucking now. Moans and whines come out
of Junhui’s throat, feels the strain on his unentertained cock. Wonwoo pulls
out his fingers and reaches on the drawer for condoms. Before he gets back
though, he sits in front of Junhui’s face and takes his cock near the older’s
lips.
“Suck.”, Jun obediently opens his mouth and lets his younger boyfriend bounce
up and down. Wonwoo holds on his bed’s headboard and moves closer until his ass
is right in front of Junhui’s face. The older lets go of Wonwoo’s cock as the
younger lifts his hips up. Junhui readies his tongue and probes the younger’s
ass. Wonwoo rides Junhui’s face as he feels the tongue lewdly enter his hole.
He feels a harsh suction from his hole up to his balls and he moans needily.
Satisfied with his boyfriend’s mouth, he smiles at the other and slowly moves
down back in between his thighs. He tears open the condom and pumps a generous
amount of lube on his dick. Junhui spreads his legs further as Wonwoo draws
nearer, directing his cock inside his boyfriend’s hole.
“Ready for me, babe?”
“Always.”, Junhui exhales. Wonwoo struggles to enter Junhui, he was tight and
hot. He could only insert the head of his cock.
“Babe I need you to relax.”, Wonwoo closes his eyes at the sensation on the
head of his dick. Jun tries his best to exhale yet his muscles continue to
tense, his thighs tremble at the intrusion. Wonwoo grabs Junhui’s cock and
traces circular patterns on the slit. He slowly thrusts inside as he feels
Junhui hiccup from the teasing sensation on his shaft.
When he’s buried to the hilt, he lets Junhui catch his breath, “You okay,
baby?”, Wonwoo relishes the warmth hugging his cock.
“I’m- fuck, fine. Just let me adjust for a sec.”, the younger assures Junhui
with a kiss on his thigh. He rubs his cheeks on the leg beside his face as he
watches Junhui’s face contort from pain to pleasure, feeling his muscles inside
move to adjust. Wonwoo slowly pulls out and starts with shallow thrusts. Junhui
lets out soft mewls of pleasure as he feels his boyfriend’s dick move inside
him. His fingers itch to scratch at Wonwoo’s back, tug his beautiful black
hair, but all he could do was pull at the silk cloth. The younger drags out a
slow pull, then he slams in with a solid thrust. Jun’s hips buck up from the
drive.
“Christ- Wonwoo harder!”, the younger’s sweat beads as he holds onto Junhui’s
thighs for support. He starts to build up a faster rhythm. Junhui may look like
a precious doe, yet his bedroom persona always calls for harsh fucking. Wonwoo
hovers over Junhui, lets the older drape his left leg on his hips. His thrusts
never falter, speed and depth increasing as Junhui’s whines get louder. The
older’s dick gets trapped in between their sweaty bodies, the only pleasure it
was getting is from Wonwoo’s movement over him. Wonwoo lets go of ragged
breaths, closing his eyes at the noise Junhui was screaming, his name, all for
him.
“Wonwoo, Won- fuck! Right there baby!”, he delivers a solid thrust inside,
Wonwoo opens his eyes and studies Jun’s face, his lips all swollen from the
biting, eyes closed savoring the feeling. Wonwoo reaches up to undo the binds,
already missing Junhui’s touch. He wraps the older’s arms over his shoulders
and lets the weak hand scratch red onto his skin. His thrusts slow down,
pronouncing the length of his cock, probing Junhui’s spot.
“You holding okay baby?”, Wonwoo kisses Jun’s nose, as he lets him catch his
breath.
“I feel great- ah. Fucking me good, Won.”, he closes his eyes again when he
receives a sharp thrust. This time, Wonwoo tries to chase their climax
together. He grabs Junhui’s dick and pumps it along with his lunges. A long
strained ah, comes out of Jun’s mouth as he tries to drive his hips to meet
Wonwoo. The younger nibbles at a spot underneath his ear.
“I’m coming Won- ah baby.”, he feels a nail scratch his slit again.
“Me too kitten, ah fuck- come with me. Please?”, Wonwoo grunts harder as Junhui
tries to flex down on him, he feels the burning knot on his abdomen go wild. He
thrusts upward, hitting Jun’s prostate again and again, until juices wet his
hand. Junhui comes with a needy moan on his ear. Wonwoo savors the sound as he
shoots inside Junhui’s ass, stars come out of his view.
Sweet nothings were exchanged between them, appreciating each other for their
mere existence and intense affection. Whispers were so soft nobody could hear
it except for themselves. Wonwoo opens his eyes and witnesses his boyfriend’s
orgasmic face, mouth all open and eyes relaxed feeling his movements. He lunges
forward to capture those lips, moaning as he kept on thrusting until he was
spent.
Wonwoo pulls out with a grunt, tying the condom and throwing it on the bin to
the side. Junhui lays on the bed as he lets Wonwoo clean him up, wiping away
the stray cum on his thighs and ass with a wet cloth. The younger comes back to
the bed and snuggles closer to Jun’s neck.
“Deal done?”, Wonwoo checks up with a smile as he stares at Junhui’s handsome
face.
“Deal done.”, the older kisses his cheek and lets Wonwoo nuzzle on his neck as
they fall asleep on his bed.
“I love you, Wonwoo.”, he wraps his hands on the younger’s waist.
“I love you Wen Junhui.”, Wonwoo kisses the Adam’s apple in front of him. One
of the many to go till Wonwoo’s parents come home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     this is a more sexual take to doukyuusei. it's one of the best most
     heart-fluttering yaoi anime movies out there please watch it! unlike
     this fic, it has no explicit sex at all and it's just about bois
     softly falling in love with each other. if you have the time, please
     read doukyuusei's manga series AFTER watching the movie
     pleasepleaseplease i am so in love with that movie because it
     portrayed yaoi in a whole different way. 15-20% of the scenes here
     were inspired by that movie so please watch it hahahahaha bTW ANOTHER
     REASON WHY I LIKE IT SO MUCH IS BECAUSE SAJOU REMINDS ME A LOT OF
     WONWOO AND SOMEHOW,,,,,,, KUSAKABE IS LIKE JUNHUI HHHH
     Thank you so much for reading! Please don't forget to leave a comment
     or kudos if you liked this fic!
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