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Of course Kim Dokja decides that the best time to talk about this is when they're both half-naked and panting. Hands find purchase upon broad shoulders; there's the sound of a gasp, as he pulls away for breath, looking like a delectable, fucked-out mess. Yoo Joonghyuk would have already swooped in to kiss him ever-sillier if not for the absurd words spilling from his mouth within that pause: "Can we switch things up today?"
That gives him pause.
… What… the fuck?
Kim Dokja's timing for requests is, as always, remarkable. So remarkable that Yoo Joonghyuk has half a mind to flip him over and give him a good spank or twenty.
There's a brief moment of silence; it hangs between them like a bowstring stretched taut. Yoo Joonghyuk wants to snap it. Kim Dokja wants to let the arrow fly. The winner gets to decide whether that arrow hits its bullseye.
Yoo Joonghyuk stares at Kim Dokja for a moment longer than necessary, but his lover doesn't back down. Meets his gaze head-on, even tilts his chin upwards with that stubborn glint in his eye. When it comes to a competition of who's more obstinate, Yoo Joonghyuk would like to think that he's the winner, but when he really thinks about it, he's always lost to Kim Dokja when it really mattered. So who's to say he won't lose now? Even with such a ridiculous request—or maybe it's just Kim Dokja's choice of wording, but it's pretty hard to misinterpret switch things up—Yoo Joonghyuk opens his mouth and asks, "What do you mean."
Well, okay. It was meant to be a question. Not his fault it didn't come out sounding like one.
Kim Dokja scratches his cheek, expression contemplative. There's that cute little frown he does when he's deliberating over something: brows askew, eyes wandering elsewhere. A lick of the lips. Yoo Joonghyuk watches and waits, fingers tangling in locks of soft, dark hair. He combs through the mess of it, leaning in to sniff. The both of them had showered not too long ago, so all he can smell is their shampoo. It always leaves him a little giddy whenever he takes a noseful—reminds him that they're well and truly together. Yoo Joonghyuk smells like Kim Dokja, and Kim Dokja smells like Yoo Joonghyuk. Two pieces of a puzzle fit perfectly snug together.
Kim Dokja wraps his arms around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck and bumps their foreheads together clumsily. Clumsily, because he's miscalculated how close they are, so when their foreheads hit they both let out a soft little "oof" at the impact. It hurts a little, but Yoo Joonghyuk can only sigh and glare with fond exasperation when Kim Dokja giggles about it.
Silly, he thinks, kissing the tip of Kim Dokja's nose. So silly.
"I meant," Kim Dokja finally starts, scratching the base of Yoo Joonghyuk's scalp. What is he, a puppy? Not that he minds. Maybe he likes it. (Even if he does, he's not going to admit it.) "That we could try switching our dynamic up a little—"
"I'm not taking anything up the ass."
Kim Dokja pauses, then barks out a laugh. "Let me finish, you idiot." A smack. Yoo Joonghyuk's too focused on how Kim Dokja's smile lights up the room to register the pain of it, though even if he did, Kim Dokja's hand had no weight to it, so there's no lingering sting at all. "I meant I want to try being the dominant one for once."
Yoo Joonghyuk feels his lips curl downwards, brows drawing close. He tilts his head, squeezing his lover's waist. "I let you get on top all the time."
Kim Dokja huffs out a soft laugh that has Yoo Joonghyuk's stomach filling with butterflies. "That's different. I always end up listening to you in the end."
So Yoo Joonghyuk mulls it over. Kim Dokja as a dominant…
It's not like he's never thought about it. They've always played around and experimented with sex, so a request like this isn't anything out of the ordinary. But… Yoo Joonghyuk's never really relinquished control over to Kim Dokja before, so this will be a first. He wonders how that will go. Will Kim Dokja enjoy it?
Will he?
"C'moonnn," Kim Dokja whines, burying his face in Yoo Joonghyuk's neck and nibbling on the skin there. "You're always the one ordering me around. Can't I try it just once?" There's a faint, ticklish sensation on his neck when his lover moves his head. Yoo Joonghyuk looks down to meet Kim Dokja's smiling eyes, and nearly pops a vein holding himself back when Kim Dokja wraps his mouth around Yoo Joonghyuk's Adam's apple and sucks a mark. "Just for tonight, mm? Joonghyuk-ah?"
"… Kim Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk ekes out, sounding a lot steadier than he feels right now. Damn it, why does he have to be so easily affected by Kim Dokja when he looks at him like that, eyes half-mast, lashes tickling the skin of his neck as he nuzzles it?
And then Kim Dokja, that fucking minx of a lover, changes his tune. He softens up, nuzzling, purring against the space between Yoo Joonghyuk's neck and chin. Nibbles and sucks, humming. Yoo Joonghyuk swears his cock's about to pop a vein. "Come on, baby, please?" Great. Kim Dokja's drawling now. God, fuck this. "Please, Joonghyuk-ah?"
Yoo Joonghyuk makes the mistake of looking down.
Kim Dokja's lips are pulled into a pout, eyes blown wide. His eyes have softened, pupils dilated. He presses soft little kisses all over Yoo Joonghyuk's face, and Yoo Joonghyuk feels a little like a pig being fed for slaughter.
But he can't do it.
He can't refuse Kim Dokja when he looks so good and pliant and pleading, can't refuse when—
"Hyung?"
Something explodes in the depths of Yoo Joonghyuk's mind. He speaks before he can even think better or stop himself from saying it:
"… Fine."
This is the first time Kim Dokja's had Yoo Joonghyuk on his knees so obediently.
Knees spread, back straight. They'd used Kim Dokja's tie from yesterday to tie Yoo Joonghyuk's wrists behind his back. The other man looks stunning like this: dark hair tousled, lips swollen from their makeout session earlier. He's shirtless, too, muscles rippling as he rolls his shoulders and readjusts his posture, back straight, chin tilted upwards. Kim Dokja hums a mindless tune, eyes trailing down, down, following the rise and fall of Yoo Joonghyuk's muscular chest, then further still over his abs, his V-line, his happy trail leading a tantalising path and disappearing under the waistband of Yoo Joonghyuk's sweatpants.
He's a stallion, Kim Dokja thinks, stretching out a leg. He leans back on his palms, bracing his weight on the bed. His foot presses down on Yoo Joonghyuk's rock-hard cock.
I don't know how that thing ever fits in me.
Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a breath. It's shaky, and he purses his lips, head tilting forward. His ears are flushed red and his hair hangs from the angle of his tilt, but it still looks perfectly soft and shiny under the dim light of their bedside lamp.
Kim Dokja huffs, then presses his heel down against the bulge. Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a soft "ah!" and pumps his hips upward once.
Kim Dokja leans forward and grabs Yoo Joonghyuk by the chin, tilting it up. "Ah ah," he purrs, scratching under his lover's chin. Yoo Joonghyuk lets out what might just be a whimper, neck outstretched to feel more of whatever Kim Dokja's doing to him. "What did I say?"
Another shuddering breath. Then, through gritted teeth, Yoo Joonghyuk straightens and readjusts his posture, squeezing out two words: "No moving."
"Yes, exactly. And what did you just do?"
"… I moved."
He's being so good tonight. "Mmh." A nod while Kim Dokja digs his heel further in. "So… how should we punish you?"
There's silence. Kim Dokja watches, keeping quiet. Watches as Yoo Joonghyuk looks up at him with that fake blank stare, watches as it turns pleading, slowly, slowly. The other man grits his teeth and looks down at Kim Dokja's foot.
Kim Dokja lifts it.
Yoo Joonghyuk's reaction is immediate. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Kisses a trail up, up, nibbling on the inner side of Kim Dokja's ankle. Then up further still along his lower thigh, crawling forward on naught but his knees to rest his cheek against Kim Dokja's inner knee. He nuzzles it, cheek pressed against bone, eyes closing, brows downturned as he looks up at him. The perfect picture of a pathetic, pleading puppy at his owner's mercy.
"Dokja," he grits, voice barely a whisper, sounding strained. Kim Dokja can see it, of course—the sweat beads at Yoo Joonghyuk's temple, there's a wet patch where his cock strains against his sweatpants, there are veins popping out of his neck. Another kiss. "Help me."
Kim Dokja runs a hand through Yoo Joonghyuk's hair. The top of his head is warm, but there's no sweat yet. No matter. By the end of the night, they'll have to take another shower.
He grabs those luscious, dark locks and yanks. Tugs downwards and leans down so Yoo Joonghyuk is looking up at him and they're eye to eye. "Is that how you should be talking to me?"
Yoo Joonghyuk whines freely now. "Please," he whispers. His brows are furrowed, lips pulled down. "Please, master. Please? It hurts." Yoo Joonghyuk closes his eyes and kisses Kim Dokja's arm, wherever he can reach. "It hurts, baby. I can't take it anymore."
"Aw… can't you?" Kim Dokja coos, letting go of Yoo Joonghyuk's hair. He runs his fingers through it, gentle and apologetic. Then he gets down on the floor with him and presses soft kisses all over his face, tracing the jut of his brow, his cheekbones, his lips. One kiss, then another, and another while his hands make busy, fingertips drawing a trail from the perk of Yoo Joonghyuk's nipples and down the midline of his abs, down, down, down the fuzz of his trail, and—
Yoo Joonghyuk draws in a sharp breath and groans.
Kim Dokja palms Yoo Joonghyuk's cock through his sweatpants and digs the heel of it against his balls, wrapping another arm around his lover's too-broad shoulders to keep him still. Then he gets on his knees, placing one between Yoo Joonghyuk's legs, and presses that against the bulge, too. Yoo Joonghyuk draws in a sharp breath, arching into Kim Dokja, groaning as he battles his baser instincts with inhuman levels of restraint. If this had been Kim Dokja himself, he'd already be long gone.
Maybe Yoo Joonghyuk's a better sub than he is after all.
Then Kim Dokja feels the world tilt on its axis. Something pushes him down; his back collides with the floor beneath him, forcing a breath out of his lips. There's a soft thump, and then a whimper. Kim Dokja realises Yoo Joonghyuk's pushed him down with the sheer force of his weight. He can feel the tickle of his lover's hair as he nuzzles his neck in apology, kissing a trail, all while he wantonly grinds his hips against Kim Dokja's, and they both let out a satisfied sigh in tandem.
Damn it, Kim Dokja thinks, scratching the base of Yoo Joonghyuk's scalp while the bigger man has his way with him. I can't win.
Something snaps in Kim Dokja. He places a hand on Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, pushing with minimal force. "Get back on your knees," he commands, a lot steadier than he feels right now. He didn't even know he had it in him to sound so authoratative. At least, not in the bedroom. Maybe being fucked and ordered around by Yoo Joonghyuk so much has started to rub off on him, because if anything, he definitely sounds like Yoo Joonghyuk when he continues with, "now."
Yoo Joonghyuk whines and whimpers like a defeated puppy. His mouth lingers on his collarbone with one last desperate, hot kiss before he licks it and sits back up on his knees. Kim Dokja follows suit, tilting Yoo Joonghyuk's chin up with his index finger to expose the deliciously flushed skin beneath. Kim Dokja watches it shimmer with a sheen of sweat, taking in the way Yoo Joonghyuk's body has started to shine under the dim light. The way the soft rays pour over Yoo Joonghyuk remind Kim Dokja of a gentle caress, and god fucking knows Kim Dokja wants it rough tonight.
He leans in and licks up a droplet. The salty taste blooms across his tongue and sends a wave of heat shooting straight down to his already-wet cunt.
Bites the skin right under Yoo Joonghyuk's chin and relishes in the way his lover's breath stutters, body shaking with restraint. His muscles are so, so tense.
"Relax," Kim Dokja purrs, bracing his hands on Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders. He climbs onto him, straddling him while Yoo Joonghyuk continues to kneel on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. Yoo Joonghyuk looks so intoxicated Kim Dokja can't help but reward him with a kiss for simply looking so adorable. His skin is so, so hot under his hands, and when Kim Dokja leans in to lick Yoo Joonghyuk's neck, he inhales a noseful of his scent. A mix of their body wash and musk, and of course the newly-beading sweat. Kim Dokja wants him now, but patience is a virtue, and good things come to those who wait, so why should he rush things now?
And then he settles, and they both groan in tandem. Kim Dokja's warmth settles over Yoo Joonghyuk's bulge, and he grinds down hard without another word. He's wet already, he knows it, and he knows that Yoo Joonghyuk can feel it too the way he's sitting right on top of him like this. Kim Dokja wraps his arms firmly around Yoo Joonghyuk's neck and rolls his hips once, twice, moaning into Yoo Joonghyuk's ear every time his cock rubs against his clit through the layers of clothing still covering their lower halves.
Yoo Joonghyuk punches out another long-suffering whimper. "Can't," he says, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. Still shaking. Still straining. It's a delicious sight. "I can't hold back like this, Dokja."
And fuck, fuck, does he sound delicious, too. Kim Dokja could eat him right up. His tongue tingles with want, gaze dropping to the tent in Yoo Joonghyuk's pants… but, no. Not right now.
"Too bad," he responds, biting the skin of Yoo Joonghyuk's earlobe. He grinds down again, again, and again. "If you want to be a good boy for me, you'll have to keep still and let me have my way with you. Don't you want to feel good, baby? Hm?" Another soft moan when he rubs his clit against Yoo Joonghyuk's cock. "Fuck, that feels so good. Doesn't it feel good, puppy? Come on, be good for me, and I'll reward you, yeah?"
"Dokja."
He stops moving. His fingers tangle in Yoo Joonghyuk's dark locks and pull downwards with no small amount of force, forcing them to make eye contact. Yoo Joonghyuk's expression looks fucking delicious—eyes half-mast, mouth open in a small 'o' as he pants for breath. He's flushed, too, brows slightly drawn and tilted downwards. Is this how Kim Dokja looks when they fuck? No wonder Yoo Joonghyuk goes crazy every time.
"Is that what you should be calling me, baby boy?"
He feels Yoo Joonghyuk twitch. He smirks, head tilting, before he rolls his hips at an agonising pace, though the pressure he puts is not any lesser than his previous grinding.
"Master," Yoo Joonghyuk breathes out, leaning in to nuzzle Kim Dokja's neck. He's shaking, poor thing—shaking beneath the force of his own desire, but restraining himself all the same. "Please."
"Stay still for me, baby. I'll reward you when I've had my fill."
Kim Dokja shifts. Keeps one arm around Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders and leans back to brace his other hand on Yoo Joonghyuk's knee. He can feel how tense he is under him like this, but he doesn't have the capacity to give a shit about that right now when he's too busy grinding his pussy on Yoo Joonghyuk's clothed cock. Fuck, why don't they dry hump like this more? It feels so fucking good, the way his clit catches, their shared warmth. He's so wet that it's getting all over Yoo Joonghyuk's pants. Or is it the other way round? It might be both. Who fucking cares anymore at this point when he's this close to cumming?
Another tortured whimper.
Kim Dokja laughs, then wraps both arms around Yoo Joonghyuk again. He leans in, nuzzling the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk's nose with his own, then teases, "What is it, baby?"
"Please. Please, baby, please."
Seems like Yoo Joonghyuk can only call him 'master' so many times. Well, that's fine. This is good too—and that expression? Absolutely worth it.
He's shaking, poor thing. Kim Dokja hums, moving his hips idly. It's not enough pressure for either of them, but it's pleasant nonetheless. He rakes his fingernails through Yoo Joonghyuk's scalp, then lets them go down, down. He isn't pressing down; it won't even leave a mark. But the sensation of nails down his nape and along his spine are enough to make Yoo Joonghyuk shiver. Despite this, he stays absolutely still, with only his poor, leaking, twitching cock and puppy eyes as his bargaining chips for Kim Dokja's mercy.
Well, Kim Dokja thinks, looking down at the wet patch where Yoo Joonghyuk's precum and his slick have mixed. Might as well get this going.
"Okay," he says, finally, pressing a kiss to Yoo Joonghyuk's parted lips. Relishes in the way the glee and relief seep into his expression, feels the way his lover relaxes under him.
Yoo Joonghyuk's pressing kisses all over his face now, whispering words of gratitude like the good boy that he is. "Thank you," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to Kim Dokja's lips. "Thank you, baby, thank you."
"Come on now," Kim Dokja says, laughing. Ruffles his lover's hair and kisses him back. How could he ever say no to him, when he'd been the first to fall in love between the two of them? "Let's get to the bed, yeah? Be good, mm? You're a good boy."
It's like he's said the magic word or something.
Yoo Joonghyuk is so fucking cute when he nods so eagerly.
It's safe to say Kim Dokja's panties and Yoo Joonghyuk's boxers were absolutely fucking soaked.
Kim Dokja's slick leaves a trail when he slides off his panties. He doesn't miss the way Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes hyper-focus on them, gaze snapping to the way the slick clings to his pussy as he pulls the fabric down and off. Kim Dokja watches Yoo Joonghyuk gulp, eyes blown wide, mouth slightly agape. He looks famished, and, honestly, like a bowstring pulled taut and just about ready to snap.
It's a good thing Kim Dokja decided to remove Yoo Joonghyuk's boxers first, because like this, he can see it twitch. It's red with desperate, desperate want. Pulsing, too, and leaking precum that dribbles over the tip and traces a rivulet along a pulsing vein. They're on the bed now, but Yoo Joonghyuk's wrists remain restrained with his legs spread out under him, back against the headboard. Kim Dokja's perched himself upon Yoo Joonghyuk's lap with his feet on the bed, his own thighs spread wide. He leans back a bit, giving his lover a full view of his pink, dripping pussy.
And then he lifts his panties.
Yoo Joonghyuk's gaze follows the movement, dutifully glued to the wet patch in the middle of the fabric.
"Do you want it?" Kim Dokja purrs, bringing it forward.
And, like a poor little stray puppy desperate for scraps, Yoo Joonghyuk meets Kim Dokja halfway. The panties hang off of the tip of Kim Dokja's index finger; he watches that man bury his face in that patch with a groan, eyes rolling up as they slide shut.
Yoo Joonghyuk sticks out a tongue and laps at that damp patch, wetting it further. He buries his nose in it, too, licking at it like a man starved. Kim Dokja watches the patch get bigger from the amount of saliva mixing with his slick. By now, it must be almost gone, and yet, Yoo Joonghyuk keeps going.
Fuck, I'm not even touching myself, but I feel like I'm going to cum.
And then Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes snap open.
Their gazes meet.
A pause.
"Fuck," someone swears.
And then Kim Dokja is shoving his wet panties into Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth to gag him (slicked patch atop Yoo Joonghyuk's eager tongue) and leaning back with his legs spread wide, wide. Yoo Joonghyuk watches Kim Dokja lean back on one arm, braced on Yoo Joonghyuk's knee, while the other hand comes down to spread his pussy open. They can both see it pulsing.
Yoo Joonghyuk's hips give a single, pathetic thrust. An equally pathetic whimper resounds in the back of his throat.
Kim Dokja ignores it. Squeezes his clit between two fingers and starts stroking it, rubbing it up and down. Spreads his precum over it, too, then does quick circles around that hard nub. He slaps it a couple times, the sound wet and obscene and so, so lewd. He knows Yoo Joonghyuk's watching, because his gaze burns.
Kim Dokja flicks his clit and lets out a high-pitched whine at the sensation, already at his limit from watching Yoo Joonghyuk lick his panties like some starved, thirsty dog. He doesn't care if people can hear how wretched he is right now—let them hear him.
Two fingers slide in easy. It's not long before he's sliding in another and curling them altogether, finding that perfect angle—
"Nnh, ah!"
There it is.
Kim Dokja loses himself in that sensation. Fucks himself on his fingers with his pussy in full view right in front of his lover, tied up and gagged. Yoo Joonghyuk looks just about ready to go insane and god, fuck, he looks so good like this, driven mad by the need to shove his cock into Kim Dokja's wet pussy and rail him. They can both hear it: Kim Dokja's soft moans, the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of his pussy, Yoo Joonghyuk's ragged breathing. The wet slaps of skin against skin. Yoo Joonghyuk's eyes are blown so wide, the rise and fall of his chest coming hard and fast, it's like he's fighting demons to keep himself as still as possible.
And then, when he's close, so close, Yoo Joonghyuk lets out a strained whimper and meets Kim Dokja's gaze again.
That's enough to do it. Kim Dokja cums with a silent scream, mouth open to the shape of an 'o' as he leans back on Yoo Joonghyuk's legs and arches his back. His thighs are shaking and he's seeing white, white, he doesn't know how he's not squirting because he feels like he was damn fucking close to it. There's shifting beneath him and when Kim Dokja comes to he realises it's because Yoo Joonghyuk's managed to spit out Kim Dokja's underwear in favour of leaning down in what must be an uncomfortable position given how tall and big Yoo Joonghyuk is to wrap his mouth around Kim Dokja's pussy.
Yoo Joonghyuk closes his lips around Kim Dokja's throbbing clit and sucks.
His tongue shoots out to pick up Kim Dokja's cum, licking up a stripe. Flicks the underside of Kim Dokja's clit again before sucking again. Hard.
And now Kim Dokja does scream. Wraps his legs around Yoo Joonghyuk's head and tangles his hands in his hair before he's grinding against his face, smearing juices all over Yoo Joonghyuk's nose, cheeks, chin. He doesn't care; he's chasing his high while it's still within reach, and between one moment and the next, he's cumming again.
Not that Yoo Joonghyuk stops. He keeps sucking, and sucking, and licking and lapping and fuck, fuck, Kim Dokja pushes away.
The sight alone could have been enough to make him cum (again).
Yoo Joonghyuk's hair is an utter mess in the wake of Kim Dokja's frantic pulling. Nose, cheeks, chin—all wet with his cum, and slightly flushed. His eyes are half-mast, a beast barely satiated as he slowly straightens his back. The dim light dances across the movement of rippling muscles as he moves; for a moment, all they do is stare at each other.
Kim Dokja looks at Yoo Joonghyuk's cock, covered in cum.
His mind blanks for a moment, registering the sight. Yoo Joonghyuk's cock, dripping with a creamy, white fluid that trails down his cock slowly. It's twitching, still, and a dark angry red. The thought strikes Kim Dokja like thunder:
He came while he was eating me out.
And nevermind that.
He's hard again.
"Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk murmurs, voice rough and dripping with desire. It's deep, deep, and filled with promises of a long, long night. "Dokja, baby. Master?" A single, pathetic thrust.
Then, Yoo Joonghyuk goes in for the kill: "Please, baby. Please let me fuck you already—it hurts."
Well, that does it. There's only so much Kim Dokja can resist.
He's moving before he can even register it. Hands dig into warm, sweat-sticky skin while a crease in their bedsheets digs into Kim Dokja's knee. That hot cockhead brushes against his clit once, twice, as Kim Dokja moves his hips back and forth over it. The two of them let out strained gasps in tandem whenever Yoo Joonghyuk's cock catches on his fluterring hole, eager to be filled up. The temptation to tease wars with a rapidly growing desire to be filled up, and just when Kim Dokja's about to make his mind—
"What the—ah!"
Yoo Joonghyuk makes it for him.
Kim Dokja doesn't know when Yoo Joonghyuk had come loose from his restraints. Was it earlier? Was it just now, when he was trying to tease him? He doesn't know. Not that he has any brain capacity left to ruminate over it with the way those large, calloused hands have closed around his hips and forced him right down onto his cock. The stretch is so fucking delicious, and god Yoo Joonghyuk is so thick that Kim Dokja's practically speared himself on his cock. Their crotches connect with a wet squelching sound, and then Kim Dokja's pretty much gone from there.
"Ah, ngh, Joonghyuk-ah—"
"Fuck, fuck."
Yoo Joonghyuk fucks up with a wild, reckless abandon; as if he wasn't just cumming minutes before. Kim Dokja's mind is going blank at the sensation of his lover's cock fucking him and filling him so, so well, he can't even be mad that Yoo Joonghyuk's stopped being a good boy (for now, because Kim Dokja's definitely going to do something about that later). Kim Dokja slumps forward, nails digging into the rippling muscle of Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulders. Leans up to nip at Yoo Joonghyuk's lips, a taste of his punishment later.
Yoo Joonghyuk huffs into it and pushes in, eager to kiss Kim Dokja right. It's a bit hard with how frenzied their fucking is, but as always, Yoo Joonghyuk's kisses start soft and gentle. His lips move slowly—it's a stark contrast to how harshly he's driving his hips up into Kim Dokja's pussy right now. He has no doubt that his ass is probably already red and that Yoo Joonghyuk's grip will leave bruises on his skin the next morning, but who cares? That's exactly what Kim Dokja wanted when he started doing all this.
Then Kim Dokja catches Yoo Joonghyuk's lower lip between his teeth and pulls backward, just slightly. Opens his eyes to meet that bottomless, obsidian gaze.
Yoo Joonghyuk's response is to fully wrap his arms around his lover's waist, one hand on the back of his head and the other gripping one buttcheek, and promptly shove his tongue down Kim Dokja's throat. He jostles Kim Dokja a bit, cock kissing his womb, then plants his feet on the bed to drive himself harder into Kim Dokja.
"Ah, nnh—yes—" Kim Dokja can barely breathe, let alone speak into the kiss "—just like that, baby, that feels—" another thrust, and another searing kiss "—ah! So good. So good, baby—!"
Yoo Joonghyuk whimpers in the back of his throat. Kim Dokja decides that Yoo Joonghyuk's punishment can come tomorrow. Right now, he just wants his brains to be thoroughly fucked out of him.
"Don't you, ngh, don't you want to be on top?" Kim Dokja kisses along his lover's jaw, squeezing around Yoo Joonghyuk hard. It makes his lover punch out a groan and slow down his pace, which is good, because then Kim Dokja can run his mouth a little more before the words can be fucked out of his brain. He grinds his hips downward and revels in the way Yoo Joonghyuk shudders beneath him. "Come on, puppy. Be a good boy and get on top of me, yeah? Don't you want to?"
Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't bother opening his mouth to respond. Instead, he leans in and kisses Kim Dokja again. He keeps his arms wrapped around him, always careful of his beloved, and lays him gently on the bed. Kim Dokja can't help but let out a chuckle when Yoo Joonghyuk grabs a pillow to put under his back. Giggles more when his lover leans in to place a gentle kiss on his stomach, and up, up, up to his chest, to his neck, along his jaw and finally, finally, his lips.
Kim Dokja wraps his legs around his lover's waist. "Come on now," he purrs, combing his hand through Yoo Joonghyuk's sweat-soaked hair. Looks like we're gonna have to shower again. "Fuck me like you mean it. Now that you're free, shouldn't you take what you want from me?"
Yoo Joonghyuk's laugh is short, but it's dark. He bites a pert nipple, then swirls it around his mouth with his tongue. Kim Dokja lets out a low whine, arching his back into Yoo Joonghyuk.
"Is this my reward for being good?"
"This is your reward for being good, but next time, I'll make sure to buy proper handcuffs so you can't get out."
Yoo Joonghyuk's lips curl into a smirk, eyes twinkling with mirth and amusement. "Sure," he says, "and I'll be sure to use those on you, too."
"You—fucking bastard—"
Kim Dokja doesn't get much time to retort when Yoo Joonghyuk begins to piston into him again. His grip is back on his hips, bruising but so, so good, and he straightens his back to admire the view. A warm palm finds purchase on Kim Dokja's stomach and trails down just so, and Kim Dokja keens when Yoo Joonghyuk presses down on the bulge in the shape of his cock. "Look, baby," he purrs, leaning down to kiss Kim Dokja's open mouth, "I can see myself inside."
"You'd—ah, nnh, yes, right there—fuck, you'd better cum in me."
Yoo Joonghyuk presses his thumb against Kim Dokja's very hard and well-bullied clit in lieu of a response. Then Kim Dokja feels the faintest of stings and squeezes, because fuck, fuck, Yoo Joonghyuk's just slapped his clit. He blanks out for a moment and realises it's because he's cumming again, all over Yoo Joonghyuk, who (like the bastard he is) isn't bothering to slow down. Rather, he speeds up, pace stuttering, hair falling before his eyes as he drives into Kim Dokja to chase his own high, leaving his lover a moaning, overstimulated mess.
"You're so pretty, Dokja," Yoo Joonghyuk grits out, brows furrowed in concentration and pleasure. "Fuck, you're so tight. You're so good, baby, mmh? You feel so—fucking good, fuck, I'm going to cum inside, okay? I'll knock you up."
Kim Dokja squeezes at that. Stretches his arms out, and Yoo Joonghyuk leans forward immediately to plant himself in his lover's embrace. Every thrust is hitting all the right spots for Kim Dokja because this man of his is so perfect, so big, and he's so, so full.
"You'll knock me up?" Kim Dokja coos, fingers intertwining with Yoo Joonghyuk's dark locks of hair. He punches out another moan when Yoo Joonghyuk reaches his hand down to rub at his clit and slap his pussy again. Again, again, again. Fuck. "Ah, ah, yeah, baby, keep on—ah! Just cum in me, okay? Cum in me, knock me up, fuck me round and pregnant—"
"Yes, yes, baby, I will—"
"Ngh, Joonghyuk, I'm—"
"Dokja, Dokja—"
And then Kim Dokja is screaming. His back arches off the bed, hips shaking, hands pounding at Yoo Joonghyuk's back as he squirms beneath him. Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't let him go, of course; rather, he lets his whole weight rest on his lover, pinning him down, his cock pushing in balls deep and pulsing while he pumps his cum into Kim Dokja's womb.
And Kim Dokja? He's pretty sure he just squirted. All over Yoo Joonghyuk's cock, Yoo Joonghyuk's abs, and maybe himself. Definitely all over the bed, but the bed has been wet by now so who cares about that?
They're panting, the both of them. Yoo Joonghyuk's hair is stuck to his forehead, so Kim Dokja chuckles and moves it out the way. He plants a kiss on his lover's forehead, and Yoo Joonghyuk's laughing now, too. And then they're just kissing, kissing, lips locked in a gentle dance before Yoo Joonghyuk's deepening it with his tongue and moving his hips again, grinding them into Kim Dokja while he gets back up on his knees.
"More?" Kim Dokja asks, letting Yoo Joonghyuk bend him in half and put his knees on his shoulders. Yoo Joonghyuk slides right back in with ease, having fucked Kim Dokja loose, but nonetheless, the both of them moan in tandem after he's all the way inside.
"Mmhm," comes Yoo Joonghyuk's response, hands braced on either side of Kim Dokja's head. Kim Dokja wraps his arms around his lover's neck and leans up to kiss him.
"You're insatiable."
A scoff, then another kiss. Yoo Joonghyuk's smile is almost dazzling. "As if you're not?"
So, yeah. It's a long night for the two of them.
(And it's a good thing that Kim Dokja doesn't have to worry about cleaning himself or the bedsheets, because that's what Yoo Joonghyuk's for… and, of course: breakfast in bed the next morning.)