“You said you’d be good,” I remind him, and he relaxes with a petulant whine, but it doesn’t last long as I flick my tongue over his tip before letting him slip past my lips. I wouldn’t say I’m great at giving head yet, but I’m definitely better than I was, and I’ve been ambitious about taking any opportunity I can to practice on him and learn what he likes and what I’m capable of. I don’t want to work him up too much like this though; I intend to draw this all out, to make this last for as long as I can.
Sun is panting as I try to take him a little farther in, bobbing my head once or twice, then pulling back. He squeals when I move abruptly, pushing his knees up to his chest. “Oh my god, yes, please.Please.Eat me out,” he babbles, even as I rearrange myself to do exactly that.
I trace his rim at a languorous pace as he wraps his arms around the back of his thighs, trying to give me better access and hurry me along. I drop kisses at random—above, below, and right over his hole—his hips twisting as if he could figure out a pattern and somehow get more of me.
“Hold yourself open,” I tell him, and he instantly moves his hands to his ass cheeks, spreading himself. I reward him by pushing my tongue against the tight ring until it gives and hekeens, high and broken, as I go as deep as I can, tasting lube as I try to consume him. I have to wrap my arm around him to keep him still while I work my tongue in and out, getting him loose and wet. It sounds sloppy, but it’s still sexy, and both of us groan simultaneously as he tries to grind back against my face.
“Ki-kijakijakijakiiii,” Sun wails, clenched tight around my tongue, just about to come, but I don’t let him, pulling away right before he gets that last lick he needs. “NO! You can’t…” He trails off, his body shuddering with a tremor of beingright therebut no release. “You’re somean.”
I lean over him to make eye contact. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
“Then get inside me!” he demands, legs splayed wide open.
“Like this?” I ask, sinking two fingers inside him easily, pumping them back and forth. “You said you wanted my fingers.”
“Earlier, not now!” Sun argues, even as he begins to rock in time with my motions. “Need your cock. Let me ride you.”
I slip my fingers out and roll over onto my back, sweeping my arm over my body in invitation. Since the first time we tried this, he’s gotten more confident, and I love it, because watching him on top of me is hotter than any fantasy scenario teenage Kija could have ever dreamed up.
He reaches for the lube on the nightstand, squirting it into his hand and slicking my cock with a few rough strokes before he throws his leg over my hips. Lining himself up, he bites his lip as the head of my cock nudges at his entrance. With a soft moan, he wraps his hand around me and guides me inside, slowly taking every inch until he’s sitting on me. “Best feeling in the world,” he breathes, eyes closed like he wants to focus on how satisfying the fullness and stretch is.
“Yes, you are,” I agree, because there’s nothing like being inside him raw like this—slippery, hot, and so, so tight. I glide my hands up the inside of his thighs until he grabs ahold of them, lacing our fingers together and holding on for balanceas he starts to move.
Sun rises and falls unrushed, teasing himself a little each time as he varies the angle and depth. I’m captivated, just like I always am with everything he does, because it’s beautiful. The way he uses his body—and mine—is some kind of art, a visual and physical performance of sensuality and abandon.
When he starts to slow down, his head hanging as he gets tired, I grasp his hips, sitting up a little to pull him into my lap. He automatically wiggles closer, pressed against me, chest to chest, so he can kiss me. I hold him steady to rock in waves, shallow thrusts that seem to hit just the right spot with each pass, until he’s shaking.
“Make me come,hyung,wanna come,” he pleads in a ragged whisper, finding another burst of energy to fuck himself on my cock, his arms draped over my shoulders for support.
“Then come for me,” I say, tightening my grip on him to pull him against me harder, allowing me to get that much deeper. “I love to see you come. So pretty when you fall apart for me.”
“Ah!” he gasps, blunt nails digging into my back as he tenses, grinding forward to find the friction he needs, then spills between us with a loud cry of what might be my name.
The way his body clenches around me, impossibly snug, is all I need to follow him, moaning into a frantic kiss as I come inside him. Between the orgasm and how tightly he’s holding me, it’s hard to catch my breath, but I’d die for this and leave this world happy. I kiss him again and again, his fingers tangled in my hair, his chest heaving against mine.
“I think it’s so good every time, but then the next time is always better.” He tips forward to rest his head on my shoulder, and I turn cautiously to lay him on the bed. I pull out gently, some part of me smug, seeing the come dribble out as his hole flutters, suddenly empty. “Just think how amazing it will be when we’ve been together for years,” he comments, almost sounding sleepy.
My heart skips a beat, and I know it’s not only from the cardio we just did, but the idea that he’s thinking like that. Like I have started to do on the nights when I’m alone and I don’t like the spaces he leaves when he’s not here. Not with me.
Watching him curl around my pillow, looking deeply content, I climb out of the bed, going to grab a wash cloth to clean him up again. He smiles but doesn’t open his eyes as I draw the damp rag over him lightly, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.
I add the soggy fabric to the pile of laundry that needs to be done but can wait until tomorrow, because I’m climbing back into the mess of sheets with him. He snuggles up to me right away, face to face, his legs tangled up with mine.
This part, right now—the afterglow where the heat is low and simmering like something golden and precious—is almost as good as the sex. Maybe better. I’ve never really taken the time to enjoy or appreciate it before, but that’s probably because I’d also never really done it before. If everyone got what they were there for, there was no need to linger.
But I’d stay here with Sun forever. With his closed eyes and soft smile, his messy hair, and the pink that highlights his cheeks and chest, he looks content. Like he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here with me. And that’s a powerful drug for me. I can’t get enough of these moments, this sort of closeness.
I skim my fingers along his spine, from the small of his back to the nape of his neck, slowly up and down until he snuffles, letting out a giggle that tells me it tickles.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I like it,” he tells me. “I like being here with you, just lying in bed. After. We can be so intense, but then so calm. It makes me feel like you see me. Maybe that sounds stupid, but…”
I cut him off before he feels like he needs to defend himself. “It doesn’t; not at all. I was thinking the same thing. I want you so bad in that moment, but I crave youlike this, too.”
He shivers. “That sounds so sexy.”
“It’s true, though. The way I react to you when I see you, when I know I can have you, is like some instinctive, primal response. I want towreckyou. But then I see you, all fucked out and satisfied, and I just want to hold you, to take care of you,” I admit, processing what I’m saying as the words leave my mouth. I know it’s true, even as I’m figuring it out.
