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The muggy afternoon hung heavy in the air, the kind of sticky warmth that made clothes feel like a burden. Doyoung stood in the midway of the stair, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that draped loosely over his slender frame. The faded black cotton, one of Jaehyun’s old tees, slipped off one shoulder, revealing a teasing glimpse of collarbone and smooth skin kissed by the faintest sheen of sweat. The hem grazed just above his mid-thigh, leaving his long, toned legs bare, catching the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the window.
The air in the room felt thick with the golden glow of late afternoon. Doyoung lingered by the balcony, his fingers grazing the cool metal railing as his gaze settled on the man sprawled across the plush sofa in their living room. Jaehyun, his husband, was a vision; his sharp jawline softened by the warm light, his dark eyes glinting behind sleek glasses as he pored over his tablet, lost in the rhythm of work. The stylus in his hand danced with quiet precision, his lips pressed into a focused line that made Doyoung’s pulse quicken.
Jaehyun sat at the sofa, hunched over his tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration as he tweaked a PowerPoint presentation for work. He was deep in focus, oblivious to the way Doyoung’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Jaehyun was always breathtaking, but there was something about him in these moments, when his mind was consumed, his intensity palpable, that set Doyoung’s heart ablaze. Jaehyun is strikingly handsome, and he’s a thousand times more so when he’s focused on something.
Doyoung couldn’t deny this truth.
The dimpled guy adjusted his glasses, perched elegantly on his sharp nose. Those hands—long, elegant fingers that adjusted his glasses with such care—could unravel him entirely. His fingers, strong and graceful, made Doyoung swallow hard.
He could vividly picture those fingers, which had just adjusted the glasses, teasing his sensitive spots or slipping into his tight passage.
Damn
His body hummed, teetering on the edge of reignition. His heart suddenly raced, syncing with his mind, which spiraled into wild thoughts. He imagined them tracing his skin, teasing, exploring places that made his breath hitch. A flush crept up his neck, and he shook his head, trying to tame the wildfire in his mind. Get a grip, he chided himself, but the ache for Jaehyun’s touch was undeniable, a craving that pulsed through every nerve.
Doyoung cleared his throat, attempting to calm his pounding heart. Closing his eyes briefly, he gripped the railing tightly. Exhaling slowly, a faint smile curved his lips as he murmured to himself, “Alright, let’s go down now.”
Doyoung steadied himself and descended the stairs, his padded barefoot across the hardwood floor. The air thick with humidity and unspoken intent. He stopped just behind Jaehyun, close enough for his husband to catch the faint scent of his citrus body wash. “Lost in that presentation, babe?” he called, his voice light but laced with intent.
Jaehyun glanced up at the familiar voice, a smile spreading across his face before it froze. His eyes blinked twice. His smile warm, unguarded, froze as his eyes locked onto Doyoung. They widened, his lips parting slightly, as if the sight of his husband had stolen his breath.
“You’ve been staring at that screen for hours,” Doyoung murmured, his voice low and playful, a soft pout in his tone. He leaned forward, resting his chin lightly on Jaehyun’s shoulder, the oversized shirt shifting to expose more of his shoulder blade. “Don’t you ever get bored or tired?” Doyoung asked, settling beside him on the sofa, his movements deliberate. “Want a drink? I can whip something up.”
Jaehyun remained silent, his eyes roaming from Doyoung’s head to his toes. His Adam’s apple bobbed, thoughts racing to unknown places. He didn’t answer, his gaze trailing over Doyoung’s form, drinking in every detail; the loose black t-shirt, one of Jaehyun’s own, that hung off Doyoung’s frame, hinting at the lithe body beneath. Doyoung tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Green tea? You had coffee earlier, so maybe something lighter?”
Still, Jaehyun remained silent, his eyes darkening, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. He only licked his lips, blinking as he gazed at his beautiful hubby.
Doyoung pressed on, undeterred. “Or hot chocolate? Warm lemon water, maybe?” His voice was a tease, each word a brushstroke painting the tension between them.
Again, Jaehyun wanted to hear Doyoung talk more, offering other suggestions. He always loved Doyoung’s voice, especially now, brimming with excitement. It enchanted Jaehyun, stirring a desire to kiss him deeply. Jaehyun’s silence was electric, his stare intense enough to make Doyoung’s skin prickle. Finally, Doyoung waved a hand in front of his face, laughing softly. “Earth to Jaehyun. What’s got you so distracted?”
The man snapped out of it, responding with a soft, “Hm?”
Doyoung rolled his eyes and sat up straight. “What are you thinking about? I’m offering you drinks, and you’re just zoning out.”
Jaehyun’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “You,” he said simply, his voice low and rough. “You’re too damn gorgeous to focus on anything else.”
Doyoung’s confidence surged, his legs crossing as he leaned closer, his tone teasing. “Always have been, haven’t I?”
Damn, that's totally true.
The air shifted, charged with something primal. Jaehyun’s gaze flicked to Doyoung’s legs, then back to his face, a spark of hunger igniting. Jaehyun’s urge to kiss Doyoung until he whimpered surged. The lion within him roared, begging to be unleashed. Yet, he held back. The sunlight streaming into the room kept him from losing control completely.
The handsome man glanced at Doyoung’s crossed legs before propping his cheek on his hand, gazing at him. “You’re even prettier in my t-shirt. Whose idea was that? It’s not like you.”
Doyoung glanced down at the oversized shirt, shrugging with a coy smile."It’s comfy and loose, perfect for this muggy weather.” He paused, then added, “And maybe I wanted to catch your eye.”
Jaehyun’s hum was low, almost a growl, as he picked up his tablet again, though his focus was clearly elsewhere. Doyoung pouted, leaning closer. “You didn’t answer my question, babe, and now you’re back to work?”
“Hm?” Jaehyun glanced up, his expression distracted, but his eyes betrayed him, lingering on Doyoung’s collarbone, exposed by the loose neckline. “It’s due tomorrow, Babe,” he said, his voice steady but laced with the tiniest hint of amusement. “I’m almost done.”
“Almost,” Doyoung echoed, dragging out the word as he straightened up. He sauntered around the sofa, deliberately slow, letting his fingers trail along the edge of the sofa. He perched himself on the corner of the sofa, right in Jaehyun’s line of sight, crossing his legs so the shirt rode up just a fraction higher.
The movement was calculated, teasing, and he knew it. “You work too hard, you know. Don’t you want a break?” Doyoung sighed, uncrossing his legs and standing. “Fine. What do you want to drink? I’ll make it.”
Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he tried to refocus on the screen. “You.”
Oh, damn
The reply was swift, no pause between Doyoung’s question and Jaehyun’s answer. The dimpled guy seemed to need no time to think, his sanity already fraying. The word slipped from Jaehyun’s lips without hesitation, raw and unfiltered.
“Huh?” Doyoung tilted his head, blinking. Doyoung froze, his heart stuttering as he turned, feigning innocence. “What was that?”
Jaehyun’s jaw tightened, his resolve wavering as he glanced at Doyoung again. The way the oversized shirt hung on him, too big and yet somehow perfect, was doing things to him. Doyoung’s bare thighs, the way he shifted just enough to make the fabric slide, were impossible to ignore. This living doll beside him was truly testing his restraint. Doyoung feigned confusion, putting on an innocent face as if he’d misheard. But inside, he was thrilled. Doyoung’s grin widened, victorious. His plan was nearly complete; Jaehyun was starting to fall under his spell. Doyoung’s fox tail metaphorically rose with confidence, secretly wagging with excitement.
No one could outmatch him at this, making Jaehyun lose focus and falter, not even the PPT slides for Monday’s meeting. The corner of Doyoung’s lips subtly lifted.
Jaehyun’s gaze was molten, pinning Doyoung in place. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, his voice steady but edged with desire trying to sound calm. “I mean, I’ll go with whatever you choose, love. Make anything, and I’ll drink it.”
Doyoung hummed, gazing at Jaehyun. He leaned closer, his smile reaching his eyes. Again Jaehyun’s gaze fell to the delicate collarbone peeking from the loose black t-shirt his husband wore.
“Okay, hot chocolate it is, then.” Doyoung’s lips curved into a knowing smile.
Jaehyun’s throat felt dry, his Adam’s apple rolling uncomfortably. He mumbled, “Yeah, darling.”
Doyoung nodded, then deliberately planted a soft kiss on Jaehyun’s cheek. Relishing the way his husband’s breath hitched, before standing, leaving the man wide-eyed and stunned. Jaehyun opened his mouth to say something, but his flirty hubby had already sauntered casually toward the kitchen.
As Doyoung sauntered to the kitchen, he felt Jaehyun’s eyes on him, tracing the sway of his hips, the hem of the t-shirt barely covering what lay beneath.
Damn, his heart raced. Jaehyun gripped his knees, his fingers, once relaxed, now clenched as if holding onto his fraying sanity. He could easily pull Doyoung back, pin him down, and kiss him fiercely, but he wanted to play along. His beautiful hubby was clearly flirting, acting cheeky to lure him away from work. Jaehyun could read Doyoung’s intentions effortlessly and was curious to see how far his flirty hubby would go to seduce him.
Meanwhile, In the kitchen, Doyoung gripped the countertop. His heart felt like it might explode from the rush. His ear tips even reddened from his own boldness. “I’m such a flirt, damn."
His heart racing with smug satisfaction, He’d gotten under Jaehyun’s skin, derailing his focus with ease. The tablet could wait — cause the tablet was lounging on his husband’s thighs for hours — furthermore Jaehyun’s lap has always been his territory. Doyoung muttered, but rather than regret, he felt smug. He was delighted to have flustered Jaehyun.
“We’re almost out of cocoa powder, babe. Let’s go shopping tomorrow and visit the kids as well.” Their kids are now on summer camp.
Jaehyun’s response was absent, He looked up from his tablet, His eyes still glued to the same slide, while the slide unchanged, meaning he’d just been staring the screen, not working at all. “Huh?”
Doyoung approached, He bent down deliberately, letting the t-shirt ride up just enough to tease. Setting it on the table beside Jaehyun to place the steaming mug of hot chocolate, its rich aroma wafting up. Jaehyun’s sharp intake of breath was music to his ears. Jaehyun’s eyes widened, nearly biting his tongue at the sight before him.
He cleared his throat and called, “Baby” Jaehyun’s voice was a low warning, his eyes raking over his beautiful hubby
“Hm?” Doyoung turned. Doyoung raised an eyebrow, playing coy “What’s up, babe?” He straightened.
At Doyoung’s response, the dimpled guy sighed helplessly. Closing his eyes briefly, Jaehyun’s gaze roamed Doyoung's body from head to toe. Jaehyun leaned forward, his arms crossing, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Turn around, love. Give me a spin.”
Doyoung raised an eyebrow. “Hm?” Doyoung twirled slowly, the t-shirt fluttering around his thighs. Doyoung seemed to catch on. “Like this?” he said, spinning as his handsome husband instructed.
"Fuck" Jaehyun’s curse was soft but audible, his restraint visibly fraying.
Doyoung stopped, narrowing his eyes at Jaehyun. “Why’re you cursing all of a sudden, babe?” Before Doyoung could tease further, Jaehyun chuckled. Removing his rimless glass, reached out, pulling him onto his lap with a gentle but firm tug. Doyoung’s face flushing as he blinked up at Jaehyun.
Their faces were inches apart, Doyoung’s breath catching as Jaehyun’s hands settled on his waist. “Babe?”
Doyoung’s voice was soft, his heart pounding as their noses brushed. “You told me to spin, and now you just—mmph!”
His question was cut off as Jaehyun skillfully claimed his lips. Jaehyun’s thumb and forefinger held Doyoung’s chin, his other arm circling the beauty’s slim waist. Jaehyun’s fingers tightened, tilting Doyoung’s chin to capture his lips in a searing kiss. It was hungry, deliberate, Jaehyun’s tongue teasing the seam of Doyoung’s lips before slipping inside, claiming him with a fervor that left Doyoung dizzy.
Jaehyun ended the kiss after a moment, gazing at a half-dazed Doyoung. When they parted, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips, and Jaehyun’s thumb brushed Doyoung’s swollen lower lip. Jaehyun tilted Doyoung’s chin up, his voice a husky whisper. “You’re not wearing anything underneath, are you?”
Doyoung didn't answer, his lips twitched into a sly smile, instead grinding his hips against Jaehyun’s thigh, eliciting a low growl. Seductively, he replied, “What do you think, babe?” His lips brushed Jaehyun’s thumb. “Wearing anything or not?”
The smile on Doyoung’s face lasted a split second before a yelp escaped him as Jaehyun’s hand slipped under, squeezing his firm cheeks. Jaehyun leaned in, kissing Doyoung’s ear and whispering in his deep voice, “Naughty.”
Doyoung leaned closer, his breath hot against Jaehyun’s ear. “And who made me this way, hm?” His words were a challenge, a spark that ignited something wild in Jaehyun’s eyes. His voice sent shivers through Jaehyun like an electric current. Doyoung glanced at Jaehyun, a small smile tugging at his lips. Jaehyun blinked once before laughing, their lips meeting again in a wilder, rougher kiss than before. Jaehyun devoured Doyoung’s lips with dominance, far from gentle, leaving Doyoung dizzy.
The handsome man tilted his head, deepening the kiss into something feral. His tongue flicked at the seam of Doyoung’s lips, demanding entry to explore the warm cavern. Doyoung complied, parting his lips to let Jaehyun’s tongue dive in, skillfully ravaging his mouth, teasing each tooth and tangling fiercely with his own.
Jaehyun’s hands roamed, kneading Doyoung’s hips, his fingers teasing sensitive skin until Doyoung’s moans filled the room. The kiss was a battle, each of them vying for control, their breaths mingling in a haze of desire. Their tongues entwined, chasing and capturing each other. Through the narrow gap of their kiss, their tongues could be seen darting, pulling, and twisting, saliva mingling.
Silvery strands of saliva connected their lips as they parted. Jaehyun reached out, brushing Doyoung’s glossy lower lip, now red like a dew-kissed cardinal at dawn. Doyoung was still catching his breath when Jaehyun kissed him again. He lifted his eyelids, his misty eyes meeting Jaehyun’s dark ones.
Jaehyun lifted Doyoung’s chin. Doyoung’s eyes sparkled, like a puppy begging for a pat. But instead of a gentle touch, Jaehyun, stirred by his beautiful husband’s gaze, wanted to ravish him immediately.
Jaehyun’s voice was low, teasing. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you, darling?”
Doyoung’s smile was wicked. “Is that even a rhetorical question huh?”
Jaehyun mirrored his smile, lowering his hand. His grip tightened, pulling Doyoung closer until their bodies pressed together, making him gasp. “Feel that hm?” he murmured, Jaehyun adjusted his position, lifting his hips slightly, shifting so Doyoung could feel the hardness beneath him. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Doyoung’s eyelashes fluttered, He suddenly felt even more excited, clearly sensing the hardness beneath him. The lion behind bars was desperate to break free. Doyoung didn’t respond immediately, His hips moving deliberately, grounding slowly, teasing Jaehyun further. The growl that followed sent a thrill through him, Jaehyun’s restraint hanging by a thread.
Jaehyun gripped his waist, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “Keep that up,” Jaehyun warned, his voice rough, “If you keep being naughty, I won’t stop even if you cry and beg, love.”
Doyoung laughed. “Have you ever stopped just because I cried?”
The answer was clearly no. Jaehyun never wanted to make Doyoung cry, especially because of him. But there was one exception—during their intimate moments in bed, making Doyoung cry was one of his greatest desires.
Jaehyun’s smirk was predatory. He leaned in, his lips brushing Doyoung’s ear. “You’re right. I love it when you cry for me.”
“So, what do you really want, hm?” Jaehyun held Doyoung tightly, preventing movement. “Teasing me in broad daylight.”
Doyoung glanced at the sunlight peeking through before meeting Jaehyun’s eyes. He stayed silent as his hand reached to stroke Jaehyun’s inner thigh. Then he replied, “To please you.”
His hand trailed down Jaehyun’s chest, his fingers grazing the taut muscles beneath his shirt. “I want you,” he whispered, his lips brushing Jaehyun’s jaw. “All of you.”
Doyoung leaned in, whispering sensually in Jaehyun’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “I want you to devour me,” he glanced at the dimpled guy from the corner of his eye, continuing, “You can feast on me until you’re full.”
Jaehyun didn’t respond, letting Doyoung’s finger trace his chest through his casual short-sleeved shirt. Doyoung grabbed Jaehyun’s chin, saying, “I know you’re hungry from working all day, so it’s lunchtime,” a kiss landed on Jaehyun’s lips, followed by Doyoung’s final word, “Daddy.”
Doyoung knelt before Jaehyun, his body framed by his handsome husband’s legs. His hands gripped Jaehyun’s hardened length, now freed. His beautiful eyelashes trembled, heart pounding. Doyoung was genuinely thrilled, his body quivering with anticipation.
Jaehyun looked down at Doyoung. “Love, if you’re not sure—ngh!” His words cut off as Doyoung leaned in, his tongue darting out to lick Jaehyun’s length like savoring an ice cream cone. Jaehyun leaned back on the sofa, pleasure coursing through his veins, numbing his scalp. His right hand reached to comb through Doyoung’s hair as the man skillfully worked his length. Occasionally, Jaehyun tugged at the beauty’s hair, desire surging.
Doyoung was incredibly skilled, making Jaehyun feel utterly at ease. He didn’t graze Jaehyun’s length with his neat teeth but expertly sucked and licked along the veined shaft. What Doyoung did was as pleasurable as when Jaehyun entered his tight passage, watching his beautiful husband move his head back and forth, hands occasionally stroking up and down, numbing Jaehyun’s mind.
“Ngh… Doyoung… hngh…” Jaehyun’s left hand gripped Doyoung’s shoulder, his right pushing Doyoung’s head to take him deeper.
Honestly, with Jaehyun’s long, thick length in his mouth, Doyoung felt overwhelmed too. He could clearly feel his own hardness and the twitching of his rear entrance.
Jaehyun growled, “Hngh… I’m gonna come, darling…” He intended to ask Doyoung to stop so his release wouldn’t be swallowed, but Doyoung seemed to prefer otherwise, speeding up his movements.
Doyoung moved faster, his mouth full. His hand reached to unbutton Jaehyun’s shirt, fingers roaming and caressing his husband’s toned muscles, matching the rhythm of his mouth that drove Jaehyun wild.
After a moment, Jaehyun groaned, his white release filling Doyoung’s mouth, nearly choking him.
“Love, why’d you swallow? It doesn’t taste good!” Jaehyun panicked, urging Doyoung to spit it out. But the beauty just looked at him and swallowed, licking the stained corner of his lips.
Calmly, he replied, “It’s delicious. I like it.”
Damn.
This flirty Doyoung was both Jaehyun’s favorite and his weakness. Jaehyun grabbed Doyoung’s arm, pulling him back onto his lap. Doyoung’s slender legs straddled Jaehyun’s waist. He wrapped his arms around Doyoung’s slim waist, leaning in to kiss him again.
The dimpled guy tilted his head, his tongue diving in to tangle wildly with Doyoung’s. The kiss stimulated Doyoung, as Jaehyun felt his husband’s length harden, rubbing against his abdomen.
In moments like these, Jaehyun’s hands weren’t idle. He seized the chance to caress and squeeze Doyoung’s firm jiggly round ass, which had been grinding against him, driving him to the edge of sanity. A haze of lust enveloped them, their rational thoughts tangled as their kiss grew fiercer, like two beasts vying for dominance.
Jaehyun’s large hands kneaded Doyoung’s full, pale butt cheeks, eliciting muffled moans between their kisses. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say Jaehyun treated Doyoung’s butt cheeks like a squishy toy. They were round, plump, and springy, making Jaehyun unable to stop squeezing, occasionally smacking them until Doyoung nearly bit his tongue, lost in a thick fog of desire.
“Ngh… Ah!” Doyoung broke the kiss when Jaehyun suddenly slipped a finger into his already slick, twitching entrance.
“Daddy… Jaehyun, no… hngh…!” Doyoung gripped Jaehyun’s shoulders as another finger entered his tight passage. He was about to protest when a moan escaped, spurred by Jaehyun’s deliberate scissoring along his slick rectal walls.
Jaehyun quickened his movements, his calm tone a stark contrast as he whispered, “So wet, love.” His words were like a spark. Doyoung moved his hips, as if aiding Jaehyun to find his sweet spot, before crying out, his body trembling.
Even without guidance, Jaehyun easily located Doyoung’s sensitive spots with his long, sturdy fingers. It wasn’t hard, he just enjoyed toying with him.
“Ah ah ah! Hngh… daddy—ah!” Doyoung felt waves of pleasure each time Jaehyun grazed his sensitive spot, like being lifted to the clouds. He lifted the t-shirt, biting its hem with fraying sanity. His hands, once gripping Jaehyun’s shoulders, now teased his own swollen red cherries.
Jaehyun smirked, commenting, “My husband’s getting so good at pleasing himself, huh?”
Doyoung moaned as Jaehyun’s fingers moved faster, paired with pinches and tugs on his reddened cherries. Eyes still closed, Doyoung arched his neck, electric currents racing down his spine. It was pure bliss. Doyoung lowered his hand, reaching for his hardened length, but Jaehyun swatted it away. “Don’t touch yourself” Jaehyun held his hand.
Doyoung opened his eyes, pleading, “Hngh… ah! Jaehyun... please!”
Like a horny bunny Doyoung whimpered, “Please… It’s uncomfortable, Daddy…”
And just like that, Jaehyun stroked Doyoung’s length, moving up and down swiftly.
“Jae—ah ah… hngh… ah!!”
Doyoung jolted as Jaehyun added another finger to his tight passage. He shook his head wildly, overwhelmed by the sensations. But before he could protest, a fourth finger entered, stretching his narrow passage to its limit. Too full—four fingers were too much.
Jaehyun seemed deaf to Doyoung’s pleas, relentlessly thrusting with all four fingers until he felt the passage tighten. Sensing Doyoung was close, Jaehyun didn’t slow down but skillfully sped up, pleasuring both front and back.
Doyoung was utterly overwhelmed, his front and back equally stimulated. He felt he could ascend to heaven, and when his white release shot out, soaking Jaehyun’s shirt and himself, that’s exactly what happened. Long moans and heavy breaths filled the room.
Jaehyun withdrew his fingers, chuckling. “You came so much, love. Both front and back—a total flood.”
Doyoung panted, his tongue peeking out, eyes sticky with tears. He didn’t retort, letting Jaehyun say whatever, as it was true. He was drenched, desire at its peak, and it didn’t take long for Doyoung to wrap his arms around Jaehyun’s neck, pulling him into another fierce, aggressive kiss.
Jaehyun lifted Doyoung, laying him on the sofa, continuing their heated kiss. He pushed up Doyoung’s loose black t-shirt, his hands deftly caressing Doyoung’s toned abdomen before teasing his swollen red cherries.
Jaehyun broke the kiss, letting Doyoung moan each time his fingers pinched, twisted, or tugged at the cherries.
Satisfied with his hands, Jaehyun moved with his lips, making Doyoung tremble beneath him. Laned down, his tongue circling the swollen cherry before sucking hard at its core. Jaehyun was like a hungry baby or a butterfly greedily sipping nectar, as if he’d dry it up otherwise. He switched to the other cherry, his mouth busy while his hands remained active. Jaehyun offered his fingers for Doyoung to suck, which the bunny obediently did.
After a moment, those long, sturdy fingers re-entered Doyoung’s passage, making him cry out loudly as his body jolted.
Jaehyun didn’t linger with his fingers, soon pushing Doyoung’s legs. “Hold them, love, spread a bit.”
Doyoung complied, hugging his legs apart. His breath hitched from the earlier stimulations. He was about to ask what Jaehyun planned when the man bent down, his face inches from Doyoung’s twitching, reddish entrance.The stunning sight made Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple bob.
Doyoung’s eyes widened as he felt a soft sensation at his rear entrance. Panicking, he reached for Jaehyun, but the man held him back. After licking the entrance with his tongue’s tip, Jaehyun looked at Doyoung, restraining his hands. His narrowed almond eyes exuded dominance, paired with his chiseled jaw, making Doyoung yield silently.
“Been a while since we did this, right, love? Earlier you said you want me to devour you. So, it’s okay, yeah?”
Doyoung’s lust-veiled eyes met Jaehyun’s dark ones, and he nodded. Jaehyun kissed his lips lightly before commanding, “Then stay still and hold your legs.” Doyoung obeyed, his neck arching as Jaehyun’s breath hit his entrance again. The tongue licked, its tip probing the slick, narrow passage.
“Ugh… ah… Jaehyun… hngh…”
Doyoung couldn’t hold his legs anymore, letting them splay. His husband’s tongue was masterful, delving deep, leaving him limp, his body occasionally trembling as if high-voltage electricity coursed through his veins.
Jaehyun lifted Doyoung’s hips for deeper access, his tongue making Doyoung tingle. One of Doyoung’s hands gripped the sofa, the other raked through Jaehyun’s hair. His mouth opened, releasing moans and gasps from his husband’s treatment.
“Ah… ngh… Jaehyun… I’m gonna—ah!”
Jaehyun’s hand interrupted, roughly twisting his right cherry while sucking hard at his entrance. He plunged his tongue in again, his hands teasing Doyoung’s cherries until the man writhed, white liquid spurting onto his abdomen.
Doyoung’s body shook after his second release, his hand gripping Jaehyun’s arm, his chin glistening with saliva. Even come twice before Jaehyun’s thick, long shaft even entered his passage—a rarity. It felt like half his life had vanished somewhere.
But Doyoung wouldn’t deny it felt incredible.
Seeing Doyoung’s chest heave, his eyes red and teary, filled Jaehyun with satisfaction. Jaehyun moved closer, caging Doyoung and planting a soft kiss to comfort the beauty. Doyoung’s arms encircled Jaehyun’s neck, pressing his nape to deepen their kiss, his legs weakly wrapping around Jaehyun’s waist.
Jaehyun’s hands roamed Doyoung’s slim waist, occasionally squeezing his chest, making his husband moan into their kiss. Their bare lower bodies rubbed together, reigniting their desire. Jaehyun broke the kiss, gazing at the disheveled Doyoung. He tucked a long strand of Doyoung’s bangs behind his ear, staring into those beautiful eyes. Doyoung caressed Jaehyun’s cheek, silent. Jaehyun kissed his palm. “Here or the bedroom, hm?”
“One here, one in the bedroom.”
Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? You’re already this worn out.”
Doyoung rolled his eyes. “What’s the point of teasing you if we’re only doing it once, Jaehyun?”
Jaehyun leaned down, speaking close to Doyoung’s lips. “But you’ve come twice already. Too much isn’t good, love—mmph!”
His lips were claimed again. This time, Doyoung’s kiss was as aggressive as Jaehyun’s earlier, relentless. Jaehyun loved this provoked side of Doyoung. He smiled secretly during their kiss, pleased at coaxing the beast within Doyoung out.
Doyoung broke their wild kiss after a moment, staring directly at Jaehyun. “Shut up.”
Jaehyun’s heart itched at his beautiful husband’s impatience. He was certain one round would leave Doyoung whimpering for mercy or passing out from exhaustion. He sighed, caressing Doyoung’s lovely face. “Sure you won’t cry and beg to stop? It’s still daytime; the sun might laugh if you do.”
Doyoung huffed, bending his right knee to nudge Jaehyun’s hardened length, making the man yelp and glare. “You’re already this hard and still talking so much” Doyoung’s hand stroked the long shaft. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Jaehyun laughed lowly, his eyes narrowing at Doyoung’s provocation. He leaned down, licking Doyoung’s Adam’s apple before smirking. “Don’t whine for me to stop later, ‘cause I won’t.”
Jaehyun didn’t wait for a reply, pulling back and flipping Doyoung’s body, grabbing his waist and lifting it. Doyoung glanced at Jaehyun kneeling behind him, one hand stroking his twitching length while the other spread Doyoung’s slick release around his entrance. His heart raced again. The way he arched eagerly made Doyoung feel both shy and exhilarated. Doyoung was so aroused, completely soaked, easing Jaehyun’s task, no extra lube needed.
“Changed your mind?”
Doyoung snorted after catching Jaehyun’s meaning. “Stop asking, babe. Just get in already.”
Jaehyun chuckled as Doyoung’s impatience was deeply satisfying. It was one reason he loved teasing this beautiful man. He bent down, kissing Doyoung’s nape, sending a new electric jolt that erased Doyoung’s earlier irritation.
“Patience, darling. If I go in now, you’ll come again, and too much isn’t good.” Jaehyun’s voice was soft, coaxing, making Doyoung melt. He hummed, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks to his ear tips.
Jaehyun kissed his cheek. “Lift your hips a bit, babe.”
Doyoung gripped the sofa arm and obeyed, raising his plump cheeks higher. Jaehyun pulled back, his hand caressing Doyoung’s cheek before brushing the twitching entrance.
“I’m going in without lube since you’re already so wet.” Doyoung only mumbled, eyes closing, heart pounding. This attentive careful Jaehyun reminded him of their first time. Back then, Doyoung had cried loudly when Jaehyun’s fingers stretched his tight passage. Recalling it, Doyoung blushed again. Their recent lack of intimacy made Jaehyun gentler, restraining the lion within to avoid losing control.
Jaehyun gently rubbed the small, reddish hole, soft and slick under his fingertip. The touch sent a new wave of numbness up Doyoung’s spine, making him moan, his hips lifting slightly, signalingor perhaps deliberately inviting Jaehyun to enter.
Doyoung gripped the sofa arm as the tip of his handsome husband’s length pressed against his entrance. He bit his lower lip, moans escaping as Jaehyun slowly pushed his long, thick shaft into Doyoung’s slick, narrow passage.
“Ngh… ah!”
Jaehyun thrust once, his veined shaft fully engulfed by the soft, sensitive rectal walls. The tip hit Doyoung’s sweet spot with one thrust, making him tremble, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the sofa. Jaehyun growled lowly, savoring the comfort of his length being enveloped and sucked by Doyoung’s tight passage. It was a sensation he’d missed lately. Doyoung’s passage remained narrow, even after four fingers, and the clamping walls drove Jaehyun’s inner lion to roar with pleasure.
Lust clouded Jaehyun’s mind, shredding his sanity. Feeling Jaehyun’s stillness, Doyoung grew restless, reaching back to grab Jaehyun’s thigh. The beauty tugged at Jaehyun’s leg, urging the veined shaft deeper, moving his hips uncomfortably. Doyoung rotated his hips, making Jaehyun growl. Amid his tangled sanity, he whined, “Move, Jaehyun… hngh… move, please, it’s itchy… hngh…”
Doyoung pushed back, fingers digging into Jaehyun’s thigh, seeking relief for his itch. He ground his hips, working the long shaft in his tight passage, the tip hitting his sweet spot. Doyoung rocked his hips up and down while Jaehyun stayed still, as if letting him play alone. It annoyed Doyoung. His legs weakened, but his soaring desire made him want Jaehyun’s help, not just watching.
Doyoung parted his lips, his tongue peeking out as he chased pleasure. His hand, once gripping the sofa, reached for his lips, sucking his forefinger before rubbing his erect red cherry.
“Ngh… ah ah… ngh… daddy… ah…”
Silvery drool dripped onto the sofa, showing how good Doyoung felt each time Jaehyun’s tip hit his prostate. With his fingers teasing his cherry, he soared high. His eyes glazed over, craving the sensation, moans spilling from his red lips.
“Hngh… ah ah… Jaehyun… hngh… ah… ”
Seeing Doyoung enjoy himself, Jaehyun held back no longer. He growled, feeling his twitching length inside, eager to thrust ruthlessly. Enough—time for him to take control. Jaehyun leaned down, his palm brushing aside Doyoung’s fingers from his swollen cherry. He replaced the pinch with a firm squeeze, making Doyoung moan loudly.
Holding Doyoung’s waist to stop his movements, Jaehyun whispered in his ear, voice low, “You’ve played enough alone, darling. Now let me take over.”
Jaehyun pulled out halfway. His hand, previously on Doyoung’s chest, grabbed his chin. Turning Doyoung’s face toward him, their eyes locked, and he said sensually, “Let me show you how to play properly.”
“Ah!!!”
Doyoung screamed as the long, thick shaft plunged back in fully with one thrust, nearly making him collapse forward if Jaehyun hadn’t held him. His body shook, saliva dripping down his chin, his beautiful eyes widening, tears spilling from the corners due to Jaehyun’s harsh thrust.
Jaehyun grabbed his waist, his palm steadying Doyoung’s abdomen as he began thrusting rapidly. Doyoung’s scalp tingled, electricity surging to his nerves. Doyoung clutched the sofa arm, his other hand struggling to reach Jaehyun behind him. All he could muster were moans and gasps with each thrust into his tight passage.
Jaehyun’s length moved swiftly in and out. Occasionally, he’d slow, pulling out halfway before slamming back in mercilessly. The pattern repeated, leaving Doyoung unable to think, only whimpering and moaning. His thrusts grew harder, wilder, making Doyoung’s body nearly collapse, his legs weakening. The thrusts in his slick passage left him dizzy, his head spinning in a thickening haze of lust.
“Ah… Jae—ah! Slow… please, gentler, daddy—ah!?” But his pleas went unheard, passing through Jaehyun’s ears unheeded.
The dimpled guy thrust hard, hitting Doyoung’s sweet spot, making the beauty tremble uncontrollably each time. Doyoung’s grip on the sofa tightened, his moans turning to broken sobs as Jaehyun suddenly sped up.
Doyoung was like a leaf adrift on a river. Each thrust brought numbness, emptying his mind. His consciousness tangled, sanity shredded, and he could only whimper futilely.
“Hngh…”
“Ah ah… daddy!! Ah, slow…!”
“Hng… daddy… hngh…”
Jaehyun pulled Doyoung’s waist, ensuring deeper penetration, holding him firmly to prevent collapse. The tight, slick passage squeezing his length made Jaehyun growl, thrusting hard. His scalp tingled, his mind chaotic with pleasure coursing through his veins.
Doyoung turned his head, his hand struggling to reach back. His rose-red lips parted, a plea escaping, “Kiss… daddy… hngh… kiss…” Jaehyun softened, heeding his husband’s request. He grabbed Doyoung’s hand, their fingers intertwining. Leaning down, his lips skillfully claimed Doyoung’s. The kiss wasn’t rough or rushed. It was soothing, a stark contrast to his merciless thrusts below.
“Hmm…”
Jaehyun’s free hand caressed Doyoung’s waist, overwhelming the beauty with sensations until he could think of nothing else. Jaehyun released Doyoung, grabbing his calf and placing it over his shoulder. Holding the leg, he thrust deeper with ease.
“Ah…! Ah… daddy… slow down… ah!”
But Jaehyun ignored Doyoung again, pulling out briefly before slamming back in, making Doyoung tremble uncontrollably. Doyoung couldn’t even moan or complain anymore. His mind was blank, his body a small boat adrift in a vast sea, his energy drained completely. He couldn’t cry anymore, only occasional moans escaping his beautiful lips. His strength was spent gripping the sheets and Jaehyun’s arm, his voice nearly gone from the erotic moans filling the room.
Jaehyun felt Doyoung nearing climax, his passage tightening, the soft rectal walls clamping his length, making him groan lowly.
“Hngh…”
Jaehyun slowed his tempo, gathering strength before thrusting hard and relentless again. With the tight passage gripping his twitching length, Jaehyun knew he was close too. He growled, leaning down to embrace Doyoung, who moaned softly, nearly unconscious. Kissing Doyoung’s lips, Jaehyun thrust hard, delving into the deepest, slickest part of the passage.
“Hng… daddy… I… hngh…”
“I know,” Jaehyun kissed the corner of Doyoung’s eye. “Together, love.”
Doyoung hummed, his arms wrapping around his handsome husband as his passage clamped tightly around Jaehyun’s length. They moved in opposition, Doyoung mustering his remaining strength to reach their peak together.
“Daddy… ah… daddy!”
“Love… Doyoung… hngh…”
Jaehyun thrust deep and hard several times before, with a final harsh thrust, he released inside Doyoung’s tight passage, making the beauty writhe as he came soon after. Jaehyun’s release filled Doyoung, while Doyoung’s soaked their bodies and the sheets.
Jaehyun collapsed atop Doyoung, holding the trembling, panting beauty tightly, kissing his shoulder and whispering “I love you” repeatedly near his ear.
Doyoung hugged Jaehyun, utterly spent. His eyes closed, chest heaving as he tried to steady his breathing. Jaehyun cupped Doyoung’s tired face, planting a soft kiss on his forehead, filling Doyoung with warmth and satisfaction.
“Thanks, darling.”
Doyoung vaguely heard Jaehyun’s words of love, responding only with a soft hum. Not out of annoyance, but because he lacked the energy even to speak. He didn’t know when Jaehyun withdrew or carried him to the bathroom to clean up.
After their long session, with the sun still high, Doyoung drifted into a deep sleep. The sunlight peeking through the curtains bore witness to their passionate play, channeling their exhaustion and love until they fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the longest afternoon Doyoung had ever experienced, a blissful one, as he’d triumphed over Jaehyun’s work again. His score rose, and he was content. For Jaehyun, it was the most relaxing release from stress. He felt lighter, grateful for Doyoung, his cure for everything.
As the afternoon faded into evening, they lay tangled together, the world outside forgotten. Doyoung’s heart swelled with quiet joy, knowing he’d claimed Jaehyun’s attention entirely. And for Jaehyun, the weight of the day had melted away, replaced by the warmth of the man in his arms.
Doyoung woke when Jaehyun gently roused him at evening, inviting him for dinner. The man even had energy to cook, a fact that always melted Doyoung’s heart. But Doyoung was exhausted. His voice was gone, his lower body ached, and he was too lazy to move, so Jaehyun relented. The handsome man brought dinner to their room, feeding Doyoung.
Jaehyun returned after cleaning the kitchen and living room, finding Doyoung curled up, hugging himself in the middle of the bed. He couldn’t help but sigh fondly, shaking his head with a small smile.
Doyoung had started it, teasing him flirtatiously in that oversized t-shirt. But now, he had no energy left. Kim Doyoung, look how cute and adorable you are.
Jaehyun exhaled before climbing into bed, pulling the slender body into his embrace. Doyoung stirred and groaned but didn’t open his eyes, still fast asleep, prompting a chuckle from Jaehyun.
“Acting all flirty and now you’re knocked out.”
Jaehyun laughed softly, brushing Doyoung’s messy hair. He leaned in, gently kissing the slightly pursed lips. His palm caressed Doyoung’s face before he spoke softly, “I love you.”
Then, an arm wrapped around Doyoung’s waist as Jaehyun decided to sleep, holding his beautiful husband close. Jaehyun might not have realized, but Doyoung heard those words clearly, echoing them back a million times in his heart. A smile bloomed on his face. Without opening his eyes, Doyoung snuggled closer, embracing Jaehyun.
I love you too, Jeong Jaehyun—now, tomorrow, always, and forever.
In the end, it was their longest day, exhausting yet deeply joyful, a rare moment of bliss after the chaos that had stolen their intimate time