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Chay was being a bit of a menace, recently.
Chay knew he was being a menace.
In his defense, he was certain Kim liked it because his eyes danced when Chay was carefree and loud and happy. He looked pleased each time Chay was unapologetic about his words and opinions.
This was great for many reasons. One: like Porsche liked to say, Chay was powered by goblin energy and anyone who was deceived by his angel face and innocent looking eyes was a fool. And two: Chay absolutely loved teasing Kim.
It wasn't his fault that Kim was the perfect person to tease. It all came down to the fact that he was the exact kind of guy who wasn’t used to it, what with his badass mafia prince looks and don't fuck with me vibes (and Chay had seen the way others reacted to the cold slice of Kim’s unwavering stare). But he could get away with it. He knew, because Kim let him. He knew, because the last time he had pushed his luck with a comment about what a new hair stylist had tried to do to Kim’s hair for an upcoming MV, they had ended up in Kim’s dressing room, with Chay’s legs wrapped around his waist and Kim fucking him against the wall.
(His comment had included the phrase “an electrocuted poodle”. So. Yeah. He could get away with a lot.)
In the end, it was a win-win situation.
It was to be expected then, that one evening when Kim arrived home and said “I’m hungry,” Chay turned to look at him with an innocent smile and said, “Aw, Kim! I love you too.”
Kim frowned, confused, and Chay bit his bottom lip to suppress a laugh.
Then, Kim expression cleared as the realization hit. “Low blow,” he said, but his mouth was curling up.
Chay walked up to him to taste his smile. “You deserve it though. A little bit.”
“A little bit?”
“Okay, more than a little bit. Honestly, P’Kim, couldn’t you come up with something better to say?”
Kim’s arms wound around Chay’s waist, pulling him closer. “Why are you getting curious about this now? You never asked before.”
Chay shrugged. “It just hadn’t crossed my mind. There was more important stuff, like you being a mafia prince—”
“Okay—”
“—your brother being a simp for my brother—”
“Got it, alright—”
“—you stealing my song to write a different thing and—”
The ground disappeared from under Chay’s feet as Kim swiftly picked him up and walked them both to the couch. Chay squealed, feigning indignation, even though this was exactly what he had been aiming for.
Kim dropped him carefully on the plush cushions, wasting no time to climb on top of Chay. He was looking at him with a mix of love and desire that made Chay almost dizzy with giddiness. “Point made, Chay.”
“Uh, uh,” Chay said, squirming a little bit under him. “But what about—”
Kim swallowed his words with a kiss. Chay happily kissed him back.
So, yeah. Win-win situation.
He couldn't be blamed when he was tempted to do it again.
And again.
And again.
Every time Kim said “I’m hungry”, Chay would use his best angelic smile —the one that always made Porsche narrow his eyes— and said “I love you too”. To that, Kim would roll his eyes, or huff, or pull Chay in for a kiss.
It wasn’t even that Kim didn’t tell Chay he loved him. He did, consistently, frequently, without reserves. It filled Chay’s heart with more warmth than anything else. But, as previously stated: Chay was a menace.
Also, maybe, Chay was enjoying seeing Kim’s patience thin.
Maybe, he was a bit curious about what would happen once it snapped.
He closed his eyes and remembered Kim fucking him in the dressing room, his teeth on Chay’s neck and one hand on top of Chay’s mouth to keep him from moaning too loudly.
“Quiet, angel, unless you want everyone to know how much you like to be fucked like this,” Kim had whispered close to Chay’s ear, keeping a firm hold on him.
Chay got hard just thinking about it.
In all honesty, there weren't any maybes involved in this. He was definitely curious. Achingly curious. Hornily curious, even.
He just needed to push a bit more, and he’d get something special.
He was certain of it—and yet, it was still a delight to find out he was right.
*
Chay didn’t remember exactly what they were doing. He knew he made a comment about dinner, because it was getting late and they had had an early lunch. Kim, absentmindedly, said that he was a little hungry, and what if they ordered some Indian food?
To that, Chay smiled, pleased.
“I love you more than a little P’Kim,” he said. “And yes, Indian sounds—”
Hw didn't get to finish that sentence. Suddenly, he was being spun around and pressed against the wall—all breath left him as Kim's took hold of his wrists and held them securely on either side of Chay's head.
A trill ran down his snipe.
“How many times do I have to say I love you for you to stop that?” Kim asked, an eyebrow raised.
Chay blinked. “Oh? Did it bother you?”
Kim narrowed his eyes, but Chay saw the flicker of amusement in his expression.
Good.
“I just thought it was funny,” Chay pressed, testing to see if he could move his arms a little bit. He couldn’t, Kim’s grip was unyielding. Chay’s blood rushed south. “Don’t you think it's funny, P’Kim?”
Kim tilted his head to the side, as if contemplating something. “I think you should stop.”
“Oh, should I?”
Kim nodded slowly, his eyes dark. “Yes.”
“But I don’t want to stop,” Chay whined. He could feel the warmth emanating for Kim’s body—he wanted it closer, he wanted it everywhere. “You’ll have to make me.”
Kim’s expression turned almost predatory. Chay could feel his pulse picking up and his cock swelling in his pants, almost aching.
"Very well," Kim said and, to Chay's confusion, he released his wrists and took a step back. Chay wanted to protest, his brain immediately firing unfinished sentences that started with wait, no, and hold on, I liked that.
But it was all drowned by the sound of Kim's voice. “Turn around,” he said—no. He commanded.
Oh.
Ohhh, this was better.
Chay ignored the flare of excitement lighting up in his chest and did as he was told.
“Hands on the wall," Kim instructed. "Yes, like that. Do not move from here.”
He heard Kim’s footsteps as he walked away. Chay focused on trying to find the most comfortable angle to stay still; he was bending slightly at the waist with his palms pressed flat to the wall and he didn't know for how long Kim would want him to remain like that. A quiet laugh escaped his lips when he noticed his legs were shaking a little in anticipation—he was certain that, whatever Kim had in mind, it would be good. Kim always made him feel this way; like a constellation of sparks flying upwards and the excited crackle of fireworks.
When Kim came back, he didn’t make Chay wait long. He stepped close to Chay and reached around him to undo his belt. With brisk, methodical movements, he stripped him down and guided him to step out of his pants and underwear. Chay didn’t even register the sound of his clothes falling to the floor as Kim tossed them to the side, because soon after he felt Kim’s hands grabbing his ass, kneading his flesh greedily.
Chay couldn’t help but push back a little, his back arching as he relished Kim’s touch.
Kim’s hands moved to his lower back, pushing his t-shirt up to uncover the curve of his spine. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice low.
“I don’t know what you mean, P’Kim,” Chay lied, trying to keep his tone even.
“Oh? Really?”
“Really.”
Chay felt Kim pulling back a bit and then—a muted sound, and the feeling of Kim’s mouth on the back of his thigh.
Fuck.
Fuck. Kim was kneeling behind him. His teeth grazed Chay's skin and he moved upward until he reached the swell of Chay’s ass to place open mouthed kisses there, sucking and biting until Chay was shivering under his touch.
“I think you’re lying,” Kim said at the same time he used his hands to spread Chay’s ass cheeks apart, leaving him trembling and exposed. He could feel Kim’s breath against his hole. He could himself twitch . “But it doesn’t matter—I’ll get the truth out of you, one way or another.”
Kim licked a wet, hot stripe from his perineum to his rim. Chay let out a gasp, pressing his hands harder against the wall to try to remain grounded. But it was useless—soon, all his mind could focus on was the feeling of Kim’s mouth on him. He was so lost to it he didn’t even hear the sound of the bottle of lube popping open, but he did feel the cold touch of it when Kim pulled back and pressed a generously coated finger into him.
“Fuck—P’Kim—”
Kim started moving his finger in and out of Chay, keeping his movements slow and shallow. When Chay started pushing back, silently urging him to go deeper, Kim clicked his tongue and used his free hand to grab his hip and hold him still.
“Tell me, Chay,” Kim said almost conversationally, his tone only betrayed by the tightness in his voice. “Were you waiting for this?”
Chay bit his bottom lip, hard. His cock was leaking precome and he was aching for Kim to touch him, but he could wait a bit longer. He knew it’d be worth it.
“I—ah—I don’t know what you’re talking about, P’Kim,” Chay insisted, breathless.
“Is that so,” Kim said, and pressed another finger alongside the first. At the same time, he reached in between Chay’s legs to grab his cock with his other hand.
Chay moaned, his knees almost buckling with the wave of pleasure that rose like a tide inside his lower belly. Kim started stroking him fast, his two fingers sliding deeper into the tight heat of Chay’s body and stopping just shy of grazing his prostate. Chay clenched around him helplessly. Just two of Kim’s fingers weren’t enough: he wanted the fullness and stretch of Kim’s cock inside of him, he wanted to feel it pumping him full of his come.
But he didn’t ask for it. He wouldn’t give Kim the satisfaction. At least not yet .
He was proud of his resolve until he felt his orgasm starting to build, his muscles tensing and trembling with how close he was to the edge—and then Kim stopped.
Chay released a frustrated whimper. Kim shushed him as he pulled his fingers out and released his cock, moving back to where he had started: spreading Chay's ass cheeks with both hands to lick around his rim. Then, he pressed the tip of his tongue inside, past the ring of muscle, and took it back out to close his lips around his hole. Chay panted, feeling blood rush to his face as he listened to sounds Kim was making as he ate him out: wet and filthy and completely unashamed.
“P’Kim—” he whimpered, still aching from having been pushed so close to his orgasm. “Ah—”
“Yes?” Kim said after pulling away so slowly it made Chay squirm. “Something to say?”
Chay had to pause for a second to remind himself why he didn’t want to beg Kim to fuck him now, but he just about managed.
“No,” he answered, his voice hoarse.
It was both the wrong and the right thing to say. It was the wrong thing because Kim proceeded to edge him within an inch of his sanity, alternating between stroking his cock and spreading him open with both his mouth and fingers, only to pause his ministrations each time Chay got too close to the edge. It was the right thing because Chay lloved every second of it.
When Chay’s whole body was trembling, when his arms ached with the effort of staying in the same position, when each graze of Kim’s touch made goosebumps rise across his skin and all coherent thought had fled his mind leaving only a sparkling, desperate need to come, Kim asked his question again.
“Chay,” he said, and Chay took some comfort in the fact that Kim sounded as tightly wounded as he felt. “Were you waiting for this?”
“Yes,” Chay said immediately. “Please, P’Kim, fuck me, please—”
The words died in his mouth when felt something silky and smooth against his entrance. Eagerly, he pushed back against it, and this time Kim seemed willing to give him what he wanted. Chay’s mouth parted around a moan as he feel himself stretch to accommodate Kim's—no. Wait. This wasn't as thick as Kim’s cock, the texture was different, it felt like—
“Now, isn’t this nice?” Kim said as he pushed the rest of the plug inside, until the flat base stopped it from moving any further.
Chay knew exactly which plug it was. It had to be the one Kim liked to use the most, because with a small amount of pressure applied at the base of it the tip moved just enough to reach Chay’s prostate.
Before he had time to say anything, Kim wrapped his arms around his middle, supporting his weight as he helped him straighten up. Chay went willingly, feeling the plug move slightly with the change of posture, hitting him right where he was most sensitive. It pulled a breathless moan out of him, and he shivered in Kim’s arms as Kim nosed at his neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin under his hairline.
“Good?” Kim asked quietly, one hand drawing lazy patterns on Chay’s stomach.
Chay nodded, turning his head to capture Kim’s lips in a lazy kiss. “Yes. Yes. More than good.”
His nerves were still ablaze with the need to come and he felt sensitive all over, but he trusted Kim to take him to where he needed to be.
After a few seconds, Kim spoke again. “Can you get on your knees for me?”
Chay felt his mouth water. Yes, of course he could.
Silently, he nodded, and Kim slowly pulled away.
As soon as Kim’s touch vanished, Chay turned around. The plug inside him was a delicious point of focus; it sent sparks of blazing heat through his blood each time he moved. What took his breath away at that moment though, was catching the way Kim was looking at him. Kim, whose lips were reddened and slick, whose cheeks were tinted with a brush of pink color, was looking at Chay like he wanted to devour him. Like he was barely resisting the urge to take him apart. Chay swallowed thickly as he watched him take off his pants and underwear with impatient moments.
Chay’s eyes fell on Kim’s cock; it was full and hard, its tip shiny with precome. He licked his lips and rushed to get to his knees. In his haste the plug pressed against his prostate and Chay moaned, almost losing his balance but quickly steadying himself with a hand on the floor at the same time Kim reached and held him by one shoulder.
Chay chuckled, breathlessly. It felt so good.
“Okay?” Kim asked, and Chay felt a rush of affection at the worry in Kim’s voice.
Chay looked up at him and nodded. “Yes. Yes, of course—it’s just, it’s right there —”
Kim looked as pleased as a cat who had caught his next meal. His hand moved from Chay’s shoulder to his hair, sinking in it. “I know.”
Chay smiled at Kim and found a position that would allow him the most control, settling his hands on Kim’s hips to better support himself. When he was ready, he locked eyes with Kim again and opened his mouth.
Kim's pleased expression sent fireworks down Chay’s spine. “Good boy,” he said, and then he pushed his cock past Chay’s lips. Chay immediately felt intoxicated with it: the taste of Kim’s precome in his mouth, the weight of him on his tongue—it was perfect.
Hw bobbed his head to take more of Kim's lenght inside. Kim let him, a low moan breaking past his lips. It was music to Chay’s ears.
It didn’t take long for Kim to start moving on his own, holding Chay’s head still as he set the rhythm and fucked into the heat of his mouth.
“Do you know what I’m hungry for Chay?” Kim asked, his voice hoarse. “This. You. I’m always hungry for you and for your pretty mouth around my cock.”
Fuck. Fuck, he wanted Kim to repeat those words every day. He wanted to hear it with Kim deep inside of him. He wanted to feel it as Kim fucked him hard. He squirmed in place, aching to touch himself but not wanting to do so before Kim gave him persmission.
Without warning, Kim stopped moving and pulled out, his cock shiny and slick with Chay’s spit.
Chay cleared his throat. “What—”
“Turn around,” Kim said with urgency.
Chay felt his insides ignite.
He did as he was told, facing away from Kim and moving onto all fours, his back arched to give Kim easy access.
Thankfully, at this point Kim seemed to feel as impatient was Chay did. He got hold of the base of the plug and slowly eased it out, making Chay gasp as he clenched around nothing. The emptiness was uncomfortable.
He tried to imagine what he looked like for Kim at that moment, with his ass up and his hole puffy and red, ready to be fucked.
“Fuck, Chay—” Kim said, and Chay felt the pad of a finger tracing his rim. He shivered.
“P’Kim, please, please fuck me, please—”
Kim complied. Chay was already nice and open from the toy, so they didn’t need to bother with more preparation. In one single, smooth slide, Kim filled him up in the most delicious way.
Kim was thicker than the plug, and the additional stretch burned just enough to make Chay want more of it. Before he could voice that need, Kim pulled out almost completely, only to push back in in one single thrust. After that, he started fucking him in earnest.
Chay’s body thrummed with the satisfaction of having Kim take him in the way he loved, and with the overwhelming sensations that had been building up inside him since Kim undressed him. He had been teased for so long he was trembling with need, and now he was happy to just try to hold himself up on his elbows as Kim filled him up with abandon, hitting his prostate over and over again.
Finally, Kim reached around and grasped Chay’s cock in one of his hands. Chay cried out, body jolting with heat and lust and want, and after that it didn’t take long for him to reach his peak—a couple of firm strokes from Kim's hand and Chay was coming hard, clenching around Kim’s cock and shaking with pleasure.
He all but collapsed on the floor; only Kim’s hands kept his hips up. He was distantly aware that Kim was still moving inside of him, grazing his oversensitive prostate in a way that made him whimper.
“Inside me, please, P’Kim—” he managed to say once he was able to form coherent thoughts again.
Kim muttered something under his breath and then he was coming, pulsing and spilling inside of Chay, moving until he was fully spent. Chay sighed contentedly, listening to Kim's ragged breathing. After a while, Kim leaned forward, pressing even closer to Chay and enveloping in his warmth. Chay felt kisses being pressed to the back of his neck, hands stroking his sides reverently. Kim was still inside him, softening as the seconds ticked by.
Chay was utterly content. His mind and body were enveloped in a cloud of pleasure and he didn't want to be moved away from it.
“Angel?” Kim asked. “I’m going to pull out.”
Chay hummed his assent, shivering a little when Kim started to move. Once it was done, he felt uncomfortably empty. A trickle of come dripped from his hole and he tried to clench around it, to keep it inside.
“Plug?” he said, his voice coming out slightly slurred.
He heard Kim taking a sharp breath. “You sure?” he asked, his voice a bit tight.
It made Chay smile. He knew how much Kim liked the fact that Chay enjoyed this, that Chay wanted this.
So Chay nodded. Of course he was sure.
“Give me a minute,” Kim said softly, placing a kiss on Chay’s lower back. “I’m going to get the other one because I dropped this one on the floor before.”
Chay frowned, momentarily confused. “Why?”
“Well, I don’t know if you remember, but I was otherwise preoccupied getting inside you.”
Chay chuckled, letting himself go limp as he heard Kim walk away. He was back soon enough, spreading Chay’s ass cheeks and pushing the new plug inside. Chay let out a sigh of contentment. This plug wasn’t as long as the other one—it was just the perfect size to keep Chay full of Kim’s come.
Once the toy was secure, Kim carefully gathered Chay into his arms, pulling him close.
“Was this what you expected?” Kim asked, and even though his voice was teasing, Chay could hear that the question was genuine.
His heart squeezed in his chest. Kim was always so, so good to him.
“It was better than I expected, actually,” Chay said, and leaned in for a kiss.
Later, after Kim had cleaned them both up, they curled together on the couch and Chay found himself almost falling asleep in a blissful after-sex haze.
“We haven’t had dinner yet,” Kim said, bringing Chay back to the present.
“I thought you said you were only hungry for me? Wasn’t I a satisfying meal?”
In response, Kim bit Chay’s neck. Gently. Chay laughed.
“You are a menace,” Kim said, but Chay could feel his smile against his skin.
Yeah, he was aware of it.
Luckily, they both seemed to get good things out of it, so Chay had no plans to stop.