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Yeonjun had a problem. It wasn't that he was an excessive online shopper, in fact he went through great measures to shop off line as much as possible. The issue was that his UPS delivery man was the hunky-est, beefy thighy-est, dimpliest guy he had ever seen. So really, it was Choi Soobin’s fault he had been ordering so many packages.
And that's how he found himself in front of his laptop joined by a large glass of wine, stewing over the details of their last conversation.
“You look well today,” Yeonjun knew he did, he might have put a bit more effort into his look today. NOT because he was expecting a package. No, no that’s not why. He just felt like it.
Yeonjun had been peering through his open closet doors for a good ten minutes contemplating the racks as he slowly sipped on his morning coffee. There wasn’t a team zoom meeting on his schedule until later that afternoon, meaning he didn’t particularly feel any rush to log onto his work computer. The aircon always ran steadily in his office and on a normal day, he would wrap himself up in a blanket until he had to turn on his webcam. Usually donning a boring shirt and whatever pants, or lack thereof, he had slept in the night before kept secretly tucked below the table. But that day he felt like testing a theory.
He reached for a tight baby blue sweater. It was cropped and deep cut, only three buttons to keep it closed around him. The fuzzy cashmere was obviously designed to wear over a shirt, but he wasn’t a middle aged mom. No, he was a hot twenty something with a plan to urge the hand of a very attractive postal worker. He plucked out a pair of shorts as well, they were tight in the right places but flared out at the bottom, making them easy enough to mistake for a skirt. They showed off his long legs leaving only a bit to the imagination. Between the crop of his sweater and the low cut of the shorts, the outfit perfectly showed off his trim waist and slightly protruding hip bones. It was perfect. Accessories were easy, his normal hoops were a must along with a few necklaces to embellish the dip of his shirt. A long chain to coax eyes into traveling down along his chest and another tighter necklace, just barely longer than a choker hugging his throat to bring them back up. Apprising himself in the mirror he decided he’d truly outdone himself, adding just a touch of lip oil to top it all off.
But as he felt Soobin’s eyes rake up his body, he couldn’t help getting a bit hot under his choice of scantily clad clothing. “Have a hot date or something?” he asked almost innocuously, cocking his head with eyes focused on Yeonjun’s exposed collarbones. It was the first time he had ever looked at him that way, or at least so outwardly. He definitely would have remembered that fierceness. Yeonjun always had an inkling that the attraction was mutual, he just didn’t have extensive proof of the fact. But now, now it seemed he did.
"A date?” he snorted, waving the notion away with his hand. “No, I’m painfully single. I just felt a bit, I don't know,” he hummed playfully, shifting to lean on the doorway. “I guess I wanted to feel good today. What’s the harm in dressing up a bit when it’s just me here.” He shrugged, trying to will his blush away as Soobin’s eyes made their way back to his own. A smirk was present, the kind he usually wore when teasing or judging the neighbors in cahoots with Yeonjun. This time it was directed AT him with a boiling heat, the want to bite.
“I’m surprised,” he mused, quickly lifting his eyebrows once. “Maybe it’s not my place to say, but I assumed you would have people knocking down your door for the chance.” It felt like all air had left the atmosphere around him, a tiny gasp leaving his throat as he opened his mouth to respond. Soobin got there first. “Well anyways, I have a busy day so I can't stay to chat. I'll see you next time Yeonjun, I hope you have a good day. And, the outfit suits you." Yeonjun smiled at him, he couldn’t quite guess what his own face was saying but Soobin snorted at his silence. “You really do look good,” he rumbled lowly, almost as if it were for his own ears, not Yeonjun’s. As he turned to leave, the older finally found his voice.
“Thank you Soobin,” it was lame but it would do, the other turning back to smile at him blindingly. And then just like that he was hopping back into the truck and moving on with a wave.
At that point he couldn’t even remember what was supposed to be inside the box in his hands.
Well, maybe it wasn't just the conversation. Maybe it was also the way his stupid little uniform hugged his stupid muscular body. Almost to a point where there was no way it couldn’t have not been tailored to fit like a second skin. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about all the times Soobin had gotten out of the driver's seat with the hem caught all hiked up on his thighs, the way his shoulders always pulled deliciously at the tan material across his back, darkened ever so slightly with a patch of summer sweat. He was under the firm belief that Soobin’s shorts sculpted his ass so meticulously that it could and would drive any man mad.
But today, when Yeonjun had watched from his window as Soobin climbed out the back of his delivery truck, it was utterly impossible, in those tight brown shorts, to miss the bulge hanging between his legs. Yeonjun knew better than to think he was hard, which made it so, so much fucking worse. The droning brain rot started to set in that afternoon as he caught himself idly wondering how much it might grow under the right circumstances.
So yeah, he was sitting alone at the table sipping his wine and searching online for what he thought might ease his ‘mind’, something that might be able to replicate what he perceived to be around Soobin’s size. He was going to make do with what he could before giving himself the opportunity to make it weird, so sue him.
In hindsight the plan was meant to be perfect, killing two birds with one stone. His new dildo would arrive via the hands that inspired its departure to his doorstep in the first place. What he could have never imagined was that the online retailer would choose to ruin his entire fucking life by shipping his new giant silicone penis in a form fitting, gray, plastic pouch. He was gonna sue.
Soobin had enough courtesy to at least pretend he wasn't holding onto a dick as he passed the parcel over. Yeonjun’s happily lit up face dropping the second he saw the shape of said package in the other’s hands, a small scoff passing his lips before he could even think to try and play it cool. Still, he knew it was too late for that and seeing how stiffly Soobin was looking at him, there was no way in hell he didn't know exactly what would happen the second he closed the door behind him. So he tried to ease the tension with a joke, “they must really be cutting back on cardboard nowadays, huh?” It was awkward, barely funny, but it at least broke the silence.
Normally, Soobin would stand there with a large smile. He was always more than happy to make small talk, chatting about his work load, if he was drinking enough water in the heat, sometimes even gossiping with Yeonjun about what he occasionally saw happening inside the neighbors houses, all until he inevitably needed to move on to his next delivery. But on this day, he was uncharacteristically quiet. Soobin opened his mouth to speak, looking up to meet Yeonjun’s eyes before his own gaze fell back down to the package. Yeonjun looked down too, noticing how much larger it looked in his hands than it had in Soobin’s. When his eyes flicked back up again there was a seeping desperation there, catching him off guard just like Soobin’s next words.
“You know, I can do a much better job than that will.”
Yeonjun gasped, which was completely uncouth of him. The immediate redness of his ears gave his surprise, embarrassment and excitement away in a second. Despite the urge to outwardly address how this really was not a normal conversation for them to have, he challenged himself to respond as if it was simply whatever, or at least he tried too. Besides, it was Soobin's fault they were in this mess to begin with. “Really?” he teased, looking up at him tauntingly. “I don't know Soobin, this is like 8 inches and it vibrates,” smirking he implored as much sarcasm as physically possible. He leaned back on their typical bantering ‘will they won't they’ style of flirting, willing it to disguise the expectant quiver in his voice.
“Invite me in and I’ll prove it to you,” he boldly cooed back, like the proposition was no biggie, not a life changing turn of events for his currently lackluster sex life. In fact, Soobin looked more at ease than ever as he reached a hand out to lean some of his body weight against the open door frame. After the initial shock of the hand off began to pass, he seemed to have fallen into a powerful aura of prowess. It was new, bold and it was unbelievably erotic.
Yeonjun stood unmoving, looking up at him blankly while mulling it over. Yeah he’s had a stupid crush on him for like forever and yeah he embarrassingly bought this dildo specifically based off of the imprint he’d scoped out while the other wasn’t looking. But he also interacted with the man on a regular basis, would that be a good mix with his day to day? A smart decision?
‘Fuck it.' Despite his better judgement, he crookedly grinned up at him, maintaining direct eye contact as he stepped to the side and ushered him in via a tug to the belt loop.
Yeonjun leaned back against the closed door, looking up at him through his lashes. There was a small hitch in his breath as Soobin reached out to swipe a thumb over his bottom lip, the hand traveling to cradle his jaw as his eyes trailed their path. He glanced back up at him, as if to ask for permission, like they weren’t literally just talking about using his dick as a replacement for the replacement. Yeonjun playfully rolled his eyes before tugging him forward, fingers still wrapped around his belt. Soobin shot out his other arm, bracing himself against the wall just as his full weight threatened to crash against him. Yeonjun absolutely relished in it, how he could be so easily caged in by his larger frame.
Soobin seemed to be in no rush as his head dipped down, plush lips making contact with the skin right above his jugular. He felt Soobin’s tongue lazily lapping there as he pressed his pelvis up firmly against him. Yeonjun’s hand flew around to grab his ass, groaning now that he officially knew, yes, it did feel as good as it looked. Soobin’s teeth plucked at the skin there in return, his hips rutting up to let Yeonjun feel his steadily growing cock. He felt Soobin’s lips form a ghost of a smile as he jolted against the wall, his body betraying him by sending a palpable shiver up his spine. The complaining whine that followed was enough to have Soobin pulling away from his throat smugly.
They looked at each other for a beat too long, caught up in each other's blown out eyes. For a moment in time they were both able to recognize that this energy felt charged differently than any other by-chance hook ups they’d previously had. Still, it went unacknowledged, Soobin finally leaning down to nip at Yeonjun’s blush bottom lip.
Yeonjun’s anticipatory jitters finally turned into a pleased hum as he expectantly accepted Soobin’s lips. The useless package had long since been tossed to the floor, his hands reaching up to trace along the sun warmed skin of Soobin’s neck. Electricity tingled his skin as he ran fingers across the other’s lightly damp scalp, the thick hair silky to the touch.
“You’re so fucking hot” Yeonjun muttered against his lips.
“Mmm you think so?” He smirked wryly while pressing another kiss to his jaw, obviously teasing.
“Annoying too,” he hissed as Soobin sucked at a particularly soft and sensitive spot below his jaw, a whimper threatening to burst out of him as he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist.
The younger tutted before pulling back up to look Yeonjun in the eye. He quirked a brow at him then without missing another beat grabbed his ass hard enough to lift one of his heels off the ground. Yeonjun gasped giddily as Soobin used the opportunity to lick into his mouth.
He retaliated quickly by capturing Soobin’s tongue between his lips and sucking, snaking a hand down from around his shoulder to rest over Soobin’s personal built in package. The new source of heat covering his groin had him groaning dangerously, his hips not able to help but push their way further against his touch.
“UPS is such a fucking tease for putting you in these god damn shorts,” Yeonjun growled against Soobin’s open mouth, his eyes boring down at him with pure heat and lust.
“I think it’s good for business,” he had the gaul to joke as his fingers snuck under the back of Yeonjun’s shirt. He was right after all.
Yeonjun couldn't deter the genuine laugh that bubbled up from the back of his throat, nasally and joyful, “yeah, clearly.” He was trying his damndest to multitask, responding to the other’s touches while actively struggling to pull Soobin out from his shorts. Fiddling with his belt then zipper Yeonjun humphed, they were just so goddamn tight that there wasn't much room to move. Especially with only one hand at his disposal.
Fully sacrificing his hold on Soobin’s shoulders, his other hand joined the cause to release the beast. Yeonjun made a show of whistling appraisingly as soon as he got eyes on it, out and heavy in his hand. There was no use in hiding his approval, honestly even if his guestemations were too large, which he never really thought was the case, he still would have let Soobin have his way with him. His size exceeding expectations was simply a bonus. “Fuck you’re right this will do a much better job,” he smirked looking at it shamelessly. Then much more seriously, with a veil of seduction he had yet to unleash on the other, he fixed Soobin with a predatory gaze. “Let me ride you?”
Soobin’s eyes shook, with no shyness left in him Yeonjun’s quick shift in tactic completely caught him off guard. Still, he cleared his throat recovering quickly. “It would be an honor.” Yeonjun’s smile caught like wildfire, lapping up against the places where their skin shared heat. Taking a thumb he pressed and rubbed a tight circle on the underside of Soobin’s head, biting his lip mischievously. The younger stumbled forward at the sudden onslaught of pleasure, having to catch himself against the wall again before crushing Yeonjun. “Room,” he grumbled darkly, clear to them both his patience was dwindling.
He nodded with a fake sense of coyness, his hand still keeping up its tight motions. Yeonjun knew that Soobin knew that what he was doing was simply meant to tease him until he snapped. He could tell he was on his way too, watching as a vein bumped up along his forehead. Yet, as much fun as testing his patients was, he had a reminder of the day’s mission laying next to his feet and could feel the restlessness pooled in his gut slowly becoming intolerable. So with his dick still in hand, Yeonjun slipped off the wall nudging him away to walk past, dragging Soobin along after him by the shaft.
Once the bedroom door was opened Soobin didn’t get much of a chance to look around as he was shoved towards the bed and urged down onto his back. The older didn't waste a second before peeling his own shirt off, taking a step closer to loom over him. Soobin’s hands quickly make their way to his bare skin, hot palms circling around his waist pulling him further onto the bed. Yeonjun complied, kneeling next to him before pushing on his chest again to create some space. He looked up at him confused, until he saw Yeonjun had already set a path towards his dick. Soobin’s hands came down to help him tug his shorts further down, lifting his ass when Yeonjun huffed, failing to pull them past the muscle without help. “God damn shorts,” he grumbled as Soobin kicked them to the floor, toeing off his sneakers in the same motion. Grievances aside, Yeonjun hummed in approval now that he could finally see him in all his glory.
Soobin wasn't just long, he was thick and it was very clear that he had gone a bit too low on his over-under guesstimations. “Stop staring~” he whined, reaching up to tug at Yeonjun’s ear. Instead, he briefly glanced in his direction, smirk prominent, before leaning down to lick a fat stripe along his shaft. “Oh fuck. Yeah or that too.” Yeonjun’s chuckle was muffled as he wrapped his warm mouth around Soobin’s tip. He stayed there simply suckling at his precum for a bit before taking more in, then more and then more. It seemed like there just kept being more . Even after Soobin was gasping, his tip hitting the back of Yeonjun’s throat, there was still more. Luckily, he was one determined mother fucker. Breathing deeply through his nose he opened his throat, pushing forward with an exhale as Soobin’s head pushed past with a gasp. “How?” was the first squeaked reaction and if his entire mouth and throat wasn't stuffed, he knew he would have laughed. His hand flew down to card through Yeonjun’s long hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that made him hum, the other hissing as the vibrations made his toes curl.
Pulling off for air, he looked up at Soobin just as a string of saliva snapped away from his cock, swinging back to hit Yeonjun on the chin. Reverently, Soobin reached a thumb out to wipe it away, still staring at him with an almost unnerving intensity.
“What? “ Yeonjun scoffed, trying his best not to get shifty under Soobin’s loaded eyes. He didn't think there was any reason Soobin might’ve disliked what he had just been doing, he just couldn't suss out the deeper thoughts hiding inside his head.
“No one has ever been able to do that before,” he murmured, the unnerved feeling at the back of Yeonjun’s throat quickly replaced by sheer pride.
“Seems like you aren't hanging out with the right crowd then, are you big guy?” Yeonjun feasted over the way Soobin’s eyes fluttered briefly. “You like that? big guy, ” the deep blush on Soobin’s cheeks was enough confirmation to know he was right. Storing that information away for later use, he climbed back off the bed to remove his loose house pants, now standing fully nude in front of him. He felt proud of his own physique as Soobin propped his head up further, eyes relentlessly raking up and down his lithe body. Clearly, he wasn’t sure where to stop and bask before moving on to the next, too afraid to miss anything.
Gracefully, he placed his hands on Soobin’s chest, resting his weight there as he clambered up into his lap. Sitting down on the tops of his thighs, Soobin's hands instantly flew out to grab his legs supporting him as he twisted to the side, fishing out a condom and lube from the bedside table. Yeonjun had a silly smile on his face as he turned back, holding the materials in his hands like they were a precious offering to the literal adonis laying underneath him. Soobin smiled tenderly at his excitement, blooming an uninvited spark deep within his chest. Yet, Soobin’s hands came up to stop him as he started tearing open the condom’s foil, which didn't make any sense. The silent confusion was obviously loud enough for Soobin to immediately hush him.
“We have to stretch you before you put that on me,” he scolded, like Yeonjun was some kind of rookie idiot. Almost like he wasn't just gargling with his balls a couple of seconds ago. Yeonjun sighed playfully and rolled his eyes.
“So the thing is,” he keyed up his faux bashfulness, tilting his head away just a bit before looking back from under his eyelashes. “I was tracking that package delivery pretty closely and I'm. Well, I'm already very much prepped.” Soobin’s eyes darkened at the implication, a swarm of lust, jealousy and thankfulness muddling together into a pool of admiration. Reaching his hand back, sure enough, he felt the cool glass of Yeonjun’s largest plug nestled in between his cheeks. Gently but firmly he inched it out, his arm long enough to reach all the way around them without awkwardly needing to shuffle Yeonjun’s body around. Once it was out and hovering between them in Soobin’s hand, the other huffed out a bit of a laugh.
“Ignoring the fact that you’re effortlessly making my blood pressure spike,'' Yeonjun giggled into his hand, ignoring the way Soobin narrowed his eyes unappreciatively. “I still need to work you open a bit more, this plug is not large enough to work with what I have going on. Even already prepped, that toy is smaller than me. Besides,” he pulled his eyes away from the butt plug he’d been so focused on, mirth dripping from his smirk, “I just want to.” Yeonjun was so turned on he thought he might actually combust, this side of Soobin was definitely one he’d spent quite a lot of time thinking about but no time at all assuming he might ever get to experience. So he nodded quickly, taking him at his word and lowering the condom down to Soobin’s chest.
He gently tossed the plug onto the floor, grabbing Yeonjun’s ass and coaxing him to fall forward onto his chest. His tan shirt was rough against Yeonjun’s exposed nipples, the sudden stimulation making him whimper against Soobin’s neck. The younger effortlessly rolled them over caging Yeonjun beneath him, now suddenly the one on his back. Giggling, he ran his hands up the side of Soobin’s chest, reaching to unbutton the shirt between them as the other lifted up one of his legs, folding his hips open. Once the shirt was dangling from his arms Soobin popped the lid on the bottle of lube, that well known click causing pavlov style excitement to roll through his body.
More crashing arousal thrummed through Yeonjun’s gut as he felt a long finger rub over his loose rim. It wasn’t difficult for Soobin to put one, then two fingers into him, pumping languidly before inching in a third. There was already a stretch as Yeonjun felt his cheeks heating up, embarrassed that only a few minutes ago he’d been fully convinced he was open enough to take the toy, let alone Soobin. “I don’t know how your fingers are that big,” he panted as Soobin continued to flex in search of his prostate.
“Mmm well size is all relative Junnie,” he groaned at the name, the noise quickly turning into a moaning yelp as Soobin finally brushed over his sweet spot with a gentle stroke. “Found it,” he murmured, leaning down to place a kiss on Yeonjun’s open, panting mouth. He took the time to add another, feeling insane as pleasure continued to roll in waves over his tingling legs.
“Enough, enough. Please let me feel you!” He wasn’t ashamed to beg, besides Yeonjun knew what he needed and it was to be stuffed with more than just a few long fingers. Soobin complied with a pleased smile, removing his hand to relax Yeonjun’s pinned down leg. He didn’t need to be instructed to sit against the headboard, instinctively already knowing it was exactly what Yeonjun deeply desired for him to do.
The older crawled up, positioning himself to kneel in between his parted legs, the same muscular ones that had been in the forefront of his near constant long term fantasies. Trailing his hands along them he squeezed at the flesh, relishing in the little jumps that bloomed under the exploring touches. Finally tearing open the condom he looked down at the daunting cock in front of him. A slight tinge of anxiety playing over his brow. Noticing almost instantly, Soobin reached out to cup his cheek inquisitively, tilting his face up to focus on him. “I've just never taken someone so big is all,” he quickly admitted, trying to dismiss the worry as soon as it came. “Will this even fit?” he laughed in disbelief more to himself than anything, holding the condom up to compare with his shaft.
“It will be tight but we’ll make it work. And don’t worry Yeonjun, I'll be gentle with you until you say otherwise,” his hand reached out a little further to tug comfortingly against his earlobe, an endearing grin stuck to his face. Yeonjun nodded, the unabashed excitement back in full force with the added reassurance. He knew Soobin would be good to him, it was just an extra bonus to be reminded verbally as well. The man somehow seemed to read him like a book, already able to know exactly what he was thinking and how best to help him through. Maybe he was just an open book, that seemed like the easiest explanation to help him ignore the new tingling sensation dancing along his ribs. Without another thought he rolled the condom over Soobin’s shaft, he was right it was a snug fit, but it worked. Yeonjun made a mental note to buy some larger ones, just in case Soobin wanted to fall back into his bed again, very hopeful he wasn’t already getting ahead of himself.
Spreading a generous amount of lube over the latex, Yeonjun didn’t waste any time scrambling up to hover over Soobin’s cock, straddling his thighs. Leaning back a bit to wrap a hand around the base of his shaft, he started teasing his rim with the head. Soobin groaned as his hips involuntarily bucked, the sudden stimulation making both of their breaths hitch. Yeonjun took a deep breath and with his exhale started to sink down, and god was he thankful Soobin wanted to work him open more. The stretch was rough, tingling sparks of discomfort mingled with the pleasure of finally having something large inside of him. Soobin immediately started to praise him, running his hands over every inch of his body, a distraction from any pain involved in the initial breach.
“You’re doing so well, Yeonjun. Take your time,” he whimpered pitifully, head falling forward to lean against Soobin’s. Their labored breaths mingled together, a direct clue that this was just as taxing for Soobin as it was for him, unable to imagine the amount of restraint he must have been showing. With another deep breath he sank lower, his muscle fluttering rapidly around the obstruction as he pulsed over and over trying to adjust. Another deep breath later and he slid lower, repeating the action until he was finally sitting flush with Soobin’s hips. Yeonjun threw his head back with a relieved sigh, humming as he righted himself back to meet Soobin’s eyes. The younger was hungry, it was perfectly clear to them both that he wanted nothing more than to desperately thrust up into him. Yet he waited.
Yeonjun started to move maybe a bit too soon, recoiling in at the intense pressure. Still, he quickly shooed Soobin’s hands away from trying to stop him, to force him to adjust more first. Sending him a cute glare in the process. Soobin just scoffed, lightly rolling his hips up to pull a gasp out of the man on his lap. Yeonjun leaned down and connected their lips, the air in the room thick with lust, urging him on from all sides. Finally, he lifted his hips to slide himself down, grinding in a slow circle before he pulled back up to repeat the action. Soobin’s length was the perfect size to rub against his prostate, sending ripples up his spine with each desperate little roll of their pelvises. Already shaking he decided to change tactics, absolutely refusing to cum anytime soon. He was just so full that he couldn’t shift anywhere without his sweet spot being stimulated. “Fuck I can feel you in my stomach,” he looked down to check his theory and sure enough there it was, a slightly protruding bump on his abdomen making itself seen each time he thrust down onto Soobin’s length. He pushed on the spot, making Soobin immediately curse, folding forward to lick over Yeonjun’s exposed shoulder.
“Fuck you’re good at this, so good at using me,” he murmured against Yeonjun’s skin, prickling with sweat and adrenaline. It spurred him on, lifting up to grind down even harder than before, his own cock dragging against Soobin’s taut stomach making him mewl helplessly. This was so much better than he could have ever imagined.
Yeonjun had always liked having sex during the day. With warm sunlight streaming in through the windows, allowing him to see his partner in all their glory while panting below him. Soobin’s chest had a marvelous flush to it, uneven and shaky. His eyes hungrily tracked over the outline of Yeonjun’s body, a hand raising from his hip to tease at a nipple. Yeonjun let out a surprised gasp turned whimper, making him smile. All deviousness aside, his grin had his dimples popping out, a lethal concoction of charming and sexy.
With the sun out he could take in all of Soobin’s finer details as closely as he wanted to. How his button nose scrunched up anytime Yeonjun flexed his rectum, the way his teeth popped out behind the delicious curve of his open lips, getting to watch his breath hitch as Yeonjun rolled his hips in one specific direction again and again, mapping out the pink trail of his nails as the marks bloomed along his torso. When Yeonjun fell forward and came nose to nose with him, both of their eyes blown wide and shaking, he could see his pores, the freckle by his eye and the chocolaty goodness surrounding his retinas hiding behind long lashes. All things he would have been robbed of seeing in the dark.
Soobin’s large hands couldn’t get enough, tracing searing hot rivets along his back, grabbing and spreading his ass while rocking his hips ever so slightly. Restlessly refusing to let Yeonjun do all the work. It was torturous and divine, their body’s melding wherever they touched. Taking their time like it wasn’t eleven am on a Tuesday, both meant to be busy with their jobs. When Yeonjun leaned back, placing his hands on Soobin’s thighs for support, the new angle had sparks bursting in his eyes, practically screaming as Soobin’s head hit a spot he didn’t realize was possible to reach.
Soobin cooed at the twisted face he was making, the surging pleasure laced with a tinge of discomfort turning him into an insatiable monster, shoving his hips down faster. Yeonjun rushed towards his breaking point as Soobin wrapped a large hand around his shaft, engulfing him in warmth as pleasure radiated through his body. “Fuck Soobin I’m already close,” he gasped, hips stuttering. The younger nodded and without a verbal response grabbed Yeonjun’s shoulder to pull him close, urging him to lay limply over his chest as he planted his feet to the mattress.
Without being instructed, he started to pound up into him animalistically. Soobin dropped his cock in order to wrap a bruising arm around his waist, shifting Yeonjun’s hips so that his pelvis angled up, trapping his cock to rub between their sweaty stomachs. His other hand came up to cradle the back of his head, almost too tenderly, threading his fingers through Yeonjun’s hair and tugging at his scalp. Soobin directed Yeonjun’s lips to the crook of his neck, the older happily sucking at his skin, leaving light bites as he panted from the harsh yet protective treatment.
Soobin continued to use the bold grip around his body to hold him in place, slamming his hips up repeatedly until Yeonjun felt tears pricking at his eyes, melting into Soobin’s chest as if he were liquid. His sniffling turned into outright screams as he chanted Soobin’s name over and over. His embrace growing impossibly tighter, Yeonjun wrapping his own arms around Soobin’s shoulders to get as close as possible, practically wanting to live under his skin.
He realized quickly he couldn’t take much more, whimpering so loudly he was sure the neighbors across the street could hear how good Soobin was fucking him. He tried his best to give a warning but it came out garbled, his lips refusing to leave Soobin’s skin making the words felt far more than heard. “gnno-guna cu-cum Bn,” Soobin just squeezed him tighter, not breaking his pace even as he added an extra swiveling rotation to his pelvis. It had Yeonjun wailing, his teeth leaving blunt indents on Soobin’s shoulder as his cum painted both of their chests. Only a few seconds later a silent scream ripped its way through Soobin’s chest, rattling Yeonjun’s frame as he came twice as hard. His hips pumping himself through it as Yeonjun’s vision went fuzzy. His brain briefly registered a minor disappointment, that he wasn’t able to feel Soobin’s cum filling him up, before the overwhelming bliss swooped back in to rub the thought out entirely. Yeonjun’s head lolled to the side, gazing over Soobin’s profile as his eyes squeezed shut. The post orgasm stimulation quickly became too much for them both, Soobin’s hips finally stilling their monotonous little jumps. Slowly after a few deep inhales he reopened his eyes.
“Fuck Jun,” Soobin took a deep breath before exhaling a disbelieved huff, chuckling as Yeonjun nuzzled a cheek against his broad shoulder. “I just came so fucking hard,” he scoffed, finally turning his head to look down at the jelly boned man still relying on his arms to keep him upright. His own dumb smile was reflected in Soobin’s eyes as they sat in each other's sticky embrace. It felt foreign, yet almost too comfortable, as if it wasn’t really their first time in a situation like this together. Yeonjun broke out into a shy giggle as he lifted himself to put his chest right in front of the other’s. He sat back only as far as Soobin allowed him too, so not far, just enough for their faces to be an inch or two apart. Yeonjun leaned in to kiss him, too tender, too wantonly. Yet, Soobin returned it with just as much intention. When he pulled away he could feel the warmth of a blush dusted over his own cheeks.
“I hate to say you were right, but you were right . Even without a vibration setting, that toy would have been utterly disappointing in comparison,” he watched as Soobin’s ego was successfully patted, his own blush spreading down to his neck. He tutted his head, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind Yeonjun’s ear.
“And I hate to say I told you so,” he laughed before his smile dropped just a bit, looking at Yeonjun harder, like he was trying to cement this over the back of his eyelids. “But what I hate more is that I’m still on the clock, I really don't want to but I have to get going,” he murmured apologetically, hands squishing up Yeonjun’s cheeks as he attempted to rub away his pout. Obviously, he knew realistically Soobin couldn’t stay, hell he had a meeting in a few hours that he needed to be conscious enough to lead anyways. Yet he felt an urgency. He didn’t want to let Soobin walk out of the room and risk the possibility of him never coming back.
But he nodded understandingly, pulling away now that Soobin was allowing it. The movement made them both cringe, Yeonjun’s release having stuck their chests together in an undesirable way, “why don’t I get you something to clean up with first, hm? Probably don’t wanna be covered in my cum the rest of the day,” while it was meant to be a joke, it also surprised him to realize he quite liked the idea of Soobin spending the rest of the day with him painted over his skin, marking him in such a primal way. Shaking that unnecessary thought away, he stood up leaving Soobin to wait on the bed as he moved towards the bathroom with wobbling legs.
When he came back, his own chest wiped clean, Soobin had neatly laid both of their discarded outfits next to each other on the bed. Yeonjun tried not to melt. And he tried again as Soobin looked up at him like a kicked puppy after being swatted away from grabbing the wet cloth. His look quickly shifted to a soft smile as Yeonjun’s hands began diligently cleaning the cum off of his chest. The younger man reached out to rest his hands possessively over Yeonjun’s naked ass, humming a song to himself that the older couldn’t quite place. Yeonjun was doing his best not to squirm under Soobin’s intense gaze, the man staring up at him unwaveringly as he worked to clean him off. Finishing his work, Yeonjun placed both hands on Soobin’s shoulders, smirking as he looked steadily back into his eyes, even when he wanted nothing more than to shy away. Searching to redirect at least some of his attention, Yeonjun went to make a joke, realizing too late it was laced with a heaviness he hadn’t intended to let out.
“So, is this a milk man sorta shtick? Knocking up all the unsuspecting housewives you deliver to.” Yeonjun immediately hated the small dash of insecurity he heard within the words, but mentally shrugged it off. He knew he would think about that for days if he didn't ask now. Soobin shifted a bit closer, holding Yeonjun tighter as his hands traveled up to clasp around his hips, pulling him further into his personal space.
“No. Not at all,” he shook his head, eyes not moving away for a second. The seriousness of his tone stark until it broke into a small cheeky grin. “House wives aren’t really my thing. Besides, you’re the only hot twink on my route,” he chuckled before his smirk faltered a bit, sucking in a deep breath. His eyes finally shifted away, clearly mulling over whatever he planned to say next. When he looked back it was with determination. “Plus I've had a crush on you for like a year and a half anyways.” Now that caught Yeonjun off guard.
“Really?” he asked as his mouth gaped open, truly baffled, never having assumed the other could feel this way about him too. Also resolutely choosing to ignore the fact he had just been called a twink by a man who wore skin tight khaki shorts on the daily. Still, he found himself beaming.
“Really,” he playfully shook Yeonjun’s body side to side. Soobin took another second to think over his words, face growing contemplative. “This is probably as good a time as any to ask since we're, we’ll,” he waved between their naked bodies with a smirk, making Yeonjun especially aware of the fact his soft dick was still out and practically right in front of Soobin’s upwardly tilted face. “Would you like to go out with me sometime, this weekend if you’re free? I want to know more about you other than your name, address and what seasonal flowers you like to keep on your porch. We skipped over a few steps I'd still really like to experience.” Yeonjun’s heart was thrumming exponentially faster against his chest, not only did he just get the dick of his life from someone he had been actively crushing on for forever, but Soobin wanted more too.
“Yeah,” he beamed like an idiot, eyes crinkling up into crescents as he raised a hand to giggle behind. “Yes, that would be amazing. I assume you know where to pick me up?” Soobin scoffed again, rolling his eyes. But still, he reached a hand up to urge Yeonjun to lean down, kissing him deeply.
“Definitely.”
Maybe for the time being Yeonjun could hold off on filing that lawsuit.
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