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DECEMBER - End of Fall Semester
“Do you think I’m pretty, Joonghyuk-ah?”
Yoo Joonghyuk swallowed. He said in a thick voice, “Extremely.”
Kim Dokja laughed. The sound faded as he looked at Yoo Joonghyuk’s pinched expression. He looked conflicted. Now, keep in mind, up to that exact moment, Kim Dokja thought Yoo Joonghyuk was just being nice. However, Yoo Joonghyuk doesn’t do nice, he does blunt honesty. So, Kim Dokja knew his words were the truth. He thought Kim Dokja was extremely pretty.
They had less than two days left together.
It was now or never. Kim Dokja didn’t want to be the person who never took his shot.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja asked quietly. “How drunk are you?”
“... I’m aware of what I just said if that’s what you mean.”
Kim Dokja licked his lips. Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes followed the movement.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja repeated. “Can I kiss you?”
“How drunk are you?”
“I’ve been drinking water for thirty minutes, I had two beers, so I am fine,” Kim Dokja swore. “Answer me.”
Yoo Joonghyuk swallowed. His eyes searched Kim Dokja’s face like he was a puzzle he couldn’t solve. Then, to Kim Dokja’s devastation, he said, “No. I won’t kiss you.”
Kim Dokja’s expression faltered, and he sat back on his heels. Preparing to bust out apology after apology, Kim Dokja opened his mouth, but Yoo Joonghyuk spoke first.
“Dokja-ya,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, addressing the older man as though he was younger. “Do you want to kiss me because I am Yoo Joonghyuk, or because you want to be kissed by someone?”
Kim Dokja knew the answer. “Because it’s you, dumbass.”
“How am I dumb for doubting?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked. He reached forward and pushed Kim Dokja’s chest with two fingers, knocking him back onto his butt. Kim Dokja frowned. “You said you didn’t have feelings for me in the bar. I got your message, loud and clear.”
“I—” Kim Dokja’s voice cracked. “I lied, you fucking idiot! I’ve been in love with you for like three fucking months! I didn’t say anything because I thought you felt differently, but I figured, hey! Why not give it a shot if I’m gonna have to say goodbye in a day? No awkward living situation then!”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked. “You’re in love with me?”
“Well, when you say it, it makes me want to yack,” Kim Dokja said. “You know, I hated you way back when. You were such an ass.”
“I’m not now?”
“Not really,” Kim Dokja said softly. “Not since you started making food for me, I think. That day you made the noodles was the turning point. Huh, that phrase ‘the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’ is true!”
Yoo Joonghyuk breathed out a quiet laugh. “You…”
Kim Dokja swallowed. “What?”
“... You are so oblivious that it is genuinely infuriating. I have been trying to work up the courage to ask you out all semester, meanwhile, you were doing your very best to crush my hopes and dreams just because you were scared of the potential outcome. Could you have, you know, read the fucking room?”
“Uh…”
“I mean, come on!” Yoo Joonghyuk was becoming uncharacteristically hysterical. He was also saying more words at once than Kim Dokja had ever heard leave his lips. “I cook you food. I flirt with you. I—okay, I don’t do much else, but I’m also there. I want to be there, I want to hear what you have to say, I want to touch you and beat away other people with a brick in a sock when they so much as look at you wrong. I treat you better than I treat anyone else because you, Kim Dokja, are the only one who can match me.”
Kim Dokja blinked. He squinted and tilted his head as he asked, “You flirt with me?”
“Frequently.”
“Wow, you suck at flirting, then,” Kim Dokja muttered. Then, his eyes widened as he processed the full meaning of Yoo Joonghyuk’s words. “Does this mean we’re dating?”
“... Yes?” Yoo Joonghyuk said, strangled. “Yes. We are dating, starting now.”
Kim Dokja opened his phone. “I need to record the date of our anniversary. This is very important.”
“You’re so…” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He stood, snatched Kim Dokja’s phone from his hands, and placed it on a desk. Then, he squatted, picked up Kim Dokja, and threw him on his bed. It smelled delightfully of his boyfriend, was the older man’s first thought.
Kim Dokja made a gasping sound when Yoo Joonghyuk climbed into bed over him. His legs were on either side of Kim Dokja’s as he sat back and pulled his shirt off, leaving his top bare. Kim Dokja’s eyes traced the lines of his arms, his clavicle, his neck, his chest, his stomach… all of them were godly. All of them were his to kiss.
He felt so unbelievably turned on that his face was as red as it could get. He held up a hand, covering his mouth to stop himself from saying something stupid. He was so used to holding back his true thoughts around Yoo Joonghyuk.
Yoo Joonghyuk, of course, sensed this.
“What are you thinking?”
Kim Dokja willed himself to pull the hand away from his mouth to speak. “I’m thinking of how hot you are.”
“What a coincidence,” Yoo Joonghyuk mused. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”
“Whoa, where did that line come from?” Kim Dokja said. “Now that is flirting.”
“I had to prove to you I can flirt. I will not be outdone.”
“Okay, weirdo.”
Yoo Joonghyuk leaned down over Kim Dokja. He slid a hand under the older man’s shirt and braced himself with the other arm, propping himself up. Kim Dokja liked the weight of Yoo Joonghyuk on top of him. He enjoyed the way their bodies connected, warm and solid. Kim Dokja’s skin felt electric.
“You’re not just pretty, Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “You are beautiful.”
“Ah!” Kim Dokja squeaked out, not expecting the weight of the compliment. “You don’t have to prove your ability to flirt! I believe you!”
“You’re very cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“Please stop,” Kim Dokja begged.
“No,” Yoo Joonghyuk whispered, and then he was kissing him.
Kim Dokja didn’t know what to do at all, so for a good few seconds, he lay there while Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips pressed against his. Then, Kim Dokja’s eyes began to shut, his eyelashes fluttering as he realized how good it felt to touch someone so intimately. He liked the warmth of Yoo Joonghyujk’s breath against his cheek, tiny puffs coming out of his nose, and he liked the way his lips were soft against his own. Kim Dokja, especially, enjoyed the soothing way Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands smoothed over his stomach and pec, petting him almost like he was a cat.
Then, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away, and Kim Dokja let out a sad sound.
Yoo Joonghyuk breathed out a small laugh. “There will be more.”
“I know.”
“Be patient,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “Also… do you mind if I teach you?”
“Please do,” Kim Dokja said eagerly.
Yoo Joonghyuk pointed to his lips. “Don’t purse or pucker your lips. It makes the kiss stiff. Just relax, and when I try something new, give yourself a few seconds before I let you try it on me. Okay?”
Kim Dokja said in the most serious voice he could muster, “Yes, seonsaengnim.”
“Never call me that again.”
“Ah, seonsaengnim is so cruel…” Kim Dokja lamented before yelping when Yoo Joonghyuk flicked his neck. “Fucker!”
“Shut up,” the younger man said, and then he was kissing him again. Kim Dokja’s lips stiffened at first, but then he relaxed into the kiss and let his mouth soften. He sighed, letting Yoo Joonghyuk kiss him gently before it got a tiny bit firmer and then a little more intense. When Yoo Joonghyuk bit his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but let out a small moan.
“Fuck,” he cursed when Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away just far enough so Kim Dokja could speak. “Do that again.”
“Try it on me first,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, and then his lips pressed to Kim Dokja’s before he could get another word in. He was so hurried that Kim Dokja’s head spun. It was like Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t get enough of him. Kim Dokja liked that idea.
Kim Dokja’s back arched slightly as he pushed himself into the kiss. Their breath was rough as their noses pressed against each other’s cheeks, the sound loud due to the proximity to their ears. Kim Dokja liked it. Then, he remembered his task and parted his lips slightly, letting Yoo Joonghyuk’s bottom lip sink between his. He sucked, pulling the flesh between his teeth, and nibbled.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled away. “The Kim Dokja I know bites harder than that,” he said before returning to the kiss.
Kim Dokja’s brow knit in determination. He leaned up further, kissing Yoo Joonghyuk and pushing him back until they were both kissing while kneeling. Then, with a hand on his chest, Kim Dokja shoved Yoo Joonghyuk onto his back and climbed on top.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair fell around his face in a way that made Kim Dokja feel like he was looking at a fine painting. Then, Yoo Joonghyuk reached up and grabbed Kim Dokja’s collar, pulling him down on top of him so they could kiss again. They kissed once, twice, and thrice before Kim Dokja’s arms began to give out. Again, core strength wasn’t really his thing.
“This isn’t gonna work,” Kim Dokja grunted, sitting back on Yoo Joonghyuk’s thighs.
“Stand up real quick,” Yoo Joonghyuk said and Kim Dokja listened. He watched as Yoo Joonghyuk adjusted on the bed, propping himself up against the wall, and patted his lap. Kim Dokja got the message, but he blushed regardless.
“This feels so unreal,” Kim Dokja muttered.
“Mhm.”
Crawling onto his lap, Kim Dokja realized this new position brought them crotch to crotch. He rocked forward, pushing their bulges together, and gasped when he felt Yoo Joonghyuk’s clothed cock against his own. While Yoo Joonghyuk sucked in a sharp breath, Kim Dokja let out a moan as he said, “Holy shit, you’re so fucking big.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands roamed underneath Kim Dokja’s sweater. “I like that you’re smaller than me.”
Kim Dokja wanted to pretend that he didn’t like it. “I bet you do. You and your giant fucking hams.”
“You love my thighs.”
“... Okay, yeah, I do.”
Tilting his head, Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a look. Kim Dokja was beginning to learn that that look meant “kiss me,” and so he did. Kim Dokja took the initiative this time, leaning down from his perch on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap to plant one on him.
He kissed him gently at first, still learning the rhythm of such things, before he tried to bite his bottom lip again. Bringing up a hand to cup his cheek, Kim Dokja braced the other hand on Yoo Joonghyuk’s bare shoulder. He was like a human furnace, burning hot. He enjoyed this heat as he sucked on his lip, dragging it against his teeth a few times before he let Yoo Joonghyuk return the favor, their lips slotting in the way they were originally when Yoo Joonghyuk first kissed him.
“I like it when you do it,” Kim Dokja said breathlessly when they pulled apart for a moment.
“Good,” Yoo Joonghyuk pecked him quickly. “I prefer that too.”
Kim Dokja let him take control of the next kiss. This went on for a minute before Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue stuck out just a bit to lick the seam of the older man’s lips. Kim Dokja gasped at the slick feeling and Yoo Joonghyuk took that opportunity to reach up, grab the back of Kim Dokja’s head, and stick his tongue in his mouth. Kim Dokja let out a whimper as he tasted Yoo Joonghyuk on his tongue, the lingering flavor of beer still on it. He moaned, melting into it as he stuck his tongue a bit forward too, sliding against Yoo Joonghyuk’s.
The whole time, Kim Dokja was rutting against Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. His hips moved unconsciously, rolling against the man like he was trying to give him a lap dance. Yoo Joonghyuk groaned, kissing Kim Dokja harder, the hand on the back of his head knitting into his hair to pull it.
“Fuck,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. His already deep voice was deeper than usual, sending shivers down his spine. “Keep going. Just like that.”
Kim Dokja nodded. “Mhm—ah!”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand slipped down to Kim Dokja’s waist. They settled over his hips like they belonged there, hot like a branding iron. When they continued to kiss, he encouraged Kim Dokja to rock back and forth with his hands, pushing him closer and closer until their cocks were pressed together firmly. Kim Dokja broke the kiss, his head tossed back as he shook and dry-humped his boyfriend. Head rolling, he looked down at Yoo Joonghyuk and saw him watching, mesmerized.
Kim Dokja smirked, but it had a shy and insecure edge. “Enjoying the show?”
“Yes.”
“Ugh,” Kim Dokja groaned. “Do you not get embarrassed saying shit like that?”
“You just said—”
“I know what I said!” Kim Dokja said before lightly smacking Yoo Joonghyuk’s cheek. “Is this all we’re doing? Kissing and dry humping?”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes darkened. “Well, how much would you like to do?”
“A lot,” Kim Dokja said instead of elaborating. He eyed Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. “Can I bite you?”
“Yes,” the younger man agreed before Kim Dokja could finish his question. He tilted his head to the side. He groaned, “I’ve had so many inconvenient boners because of you.”
Kim Dokja laughed even as he leaned down to pepper kisses up Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. “Mhm?”
“The time you bit me like an animal,” Yoo Joonghyuk confessed, “was the first time. Then, every time you wore thin fucking clothes to bed or just your underwear when the weather got hot, fuck!” He cursed when Kim Dokja bit his shoulder, echoing the bite he’d been talking about. He continued, “At the gym, when you got out of the pool and just, your waist is…”
“Yeah?”
“It’s so small.”
“As has been established,” Kim Dokja teased. He moaned against Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck, eyes sliding shut when the man bucked his hips against him. Said hands squeezed around Kim Dokja’s thin waist. Meanwhile, Kim Dokja set out to mark Yoo Joonghyuk as if he were a painting of a red nebula. A bite here, a bite there, then nipping behind his ear… Kim Dokja left no area without at least a graze of his teeth or the press of his lips.
Kissing up Yoo Joonghyuk’s jaw, Kim Dokja pressed his lips to the younger man’s. His lips were beginning to feel a bit chapped, but he couldn’t care less. However, he wanted to move on to other things.
“What should…?” Kim Dokja tried to ask, but his abrupt sense of embarrassment choked him.
Yoo Joonghyuk took a slow, steady breath. “Whatever you want.”
“Hyung, I—” Kim Dokja said before slapping his forehead. “I did not—I did not mean—”
Yoo Joonghyuk raised an eyebrow. “What, do you want me to pretend to be older? To tell you what to do and boss you around?”
“I, um…” Kim Dokja was at a loss for words externally, but instead, his brain was chanting: yes, yes, yes.
Yoo Joonghyuk asked with a glint in his eye, “Dokja-ya, be honest with me. What do you want?”
Kim Dokja swallowed. He tried to look Yoo Joonghyuk in the eye but he couldn’t. Instead, he looked up at the ceiling and let out a long groan. Breathing deep, he asked in a rush, “You’re into it too?”
Yoo Joonghyuk nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he leaned his head back against the wall. Kim Dokja looked at the marks up and down his neck and felt his heart warm up. Cock twitching in his pants, he rolled his hips forward and sighed before he said softly into the crook of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder, “Guide me, hyung.”
“Good,” Yoo Joonghyuk praised the older man for his honesty. He pulled Kim Dokja down, gently prompting him to tilt his head to the side so he could get at his neck. Then, Yoo Joonghyuk gave Kim Dokja the same treatment that Kim Dokja had given him, except it was so tender compared to the older man’s virginal enthusiasm. He didn’t bite him like an animal. Instead, his lips passed over Kim Dokja’s skin like feathers. Then, he sucked small hickeys into his skin.
But soon, Yoo Joonghyuk was groaning because of Kim Dokja’s insistent grinding. He began to bite, sucking dark marks into his skin and gripping Kim Dokja’s hair like it was a tether. The older man moaned, begging for more with half-uttered nonsense words. Kim Dokja couldn’t form a coherent thought because he was becoming more and more focused on the moment and the feeling.
Kim Dokja wanted to do more, however. He wanted to keep biting Yoo Joonghyuk, but the position didn’t let him. So, he whined and Yoo Joonghyuk said, “Use your words,” in a way that made Kim Dokja’s toes curl.
He needed a moment before he could speak. Yoo Joonghyuk just kept kissing and biting him, which didn’t help.
“I want—” Kim Dokja swallowed. “I want to blow you. Please.”
“You’re so polite when you’re worked up. I’d have fucked you so much earlier if I knew it’d get you to behave.”
Kim Dokja scoffed at that. “You would’ve fucked me earlier no matter what, given the chance.”
Yoo Joonghyuk grunted. Kim Dokja laughed, knowing he was right.
Kissing his neck a few times before sucking a mark behind Kim Dokja’s ear, Yoo Joonghyuk finally let Kim Dokja go. His face was red.
“You can’t wait for me to blow you, hm, hyung?” Kim Dokja teased with a smirk. When Yoo Joonghyuk blushed like that, it made him feel so powerful. The push-and-pull dynamic between them was intoxicating. However, the next thing Yoo Joonghyuk said made Kim Dokja want to punch him in the face.
“You sure are confident for a virgin.”
“Oh, clam it,” Kim Dokja grumbled, settling for punching the man’s shoulder.
Yoo Joonghyuk stroked Kim Dokja’s hair, brushing it off his face. His eyes searched his. He said, “I’ll talk you through it.”
Now, that sentence went straight to Kim Dokja’s dick. It twitched in his pants. He let out a groan, covering his face with his hands before Yoo Joonghyuk pulled them away, held them, and then kissed Kim Dokja.
“We need to stand for this. Grab a pillow for your knees.”
“Mhm,” Kim Dokja nodded, still in a daze. He went on autopilot as he got up, grabbed a pillow from his bed, and waited for Yoo Joonghyuk to find his place. Then, he laid the pillow on the floor and kneeled on it, looking down at the floor as Yoo Joonghyuk took off his pants. He saw it out of his peripheral vision, and when he felt calm enough to look, his eyes widened. Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock was pretty fucking big, but luckily, he was more of a shower than a grower, so it wasn’t unrealistically massive. However, Kim Dokja wasn’t even sure if he could suck it.
Yoo Joonghyuk reached down and pushed Kim Dokja’s hair out of his face again. Kim Dokja looked up at him before his eyes darted down to the cock, back up, rinse and repeat. Yoo Joonghyuk smirked.
“That eager, Dokja-ya?”
Kim Dokja’s gaze hardened. “Bold words. What if I bite your dick off?”
“Then I’d kill you, obviously,” Yoo Joonghyuk scoffed in his deadpan tone that was just to the left of sarcastic. “Or, maybe I’d make you into a eunuch.”
Kim Dokja chuckled. “Whatever you say, dear.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s face burst into flames. He looked up at the ceiling and Kim Dokja realized he’d stumbled into another kink of the younger man’s.
“Do you have a thing for domesticity?” Kim Dokja teased with a sly smile.
Yoo Joonghyuk groaned. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“But—!”
The younger man didn’t give him a chance to finish his thought. He’d taken a small step closer and moved the hand in Kim Dokja’s hand to his cock, stroking it once before pressing it against Kim Dokja’s lips. Kim Dokja opened his mouth in shock, lips parting, and Yoo Joonghyuk took full advantage. He brushed the tip of his cock over Kim Dokja’s soft lips, spreading precum against them. Then, when the older man opened his mouth wide enough to lick the tip, tasting Yoo Joonghyuk, the younger man pushed forward enough to slide the tip inside. Kim Dokja realized liked the taste as his brow knitted. He looked down the intimidating shaft, breathing heavier through his nose in anticipation.
“Open wider,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, voice deep and sure. “Don’t lock your jaw. If it’s too much, tap my thigh.”
Kim Dokja pulled off, turning his head to the side as he looked up at his boyfriend. “How do I—What do I do besides that?”
“Just focus on keeping your mouth open and your teeth away,” Yoo Joonghyuk explained. He let out a breath, swallowing as he adjusted his cock.
“Mhm,” Kim Dokja nodded, feeling vulnerable despite being the one who was still fully clothed. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Yoo Joonghyuk groaned at the sight.
He said under his breath, “Dokja-ya, do you know what you do to me?”
That sentence made Kim Dokja feel more confident. He leaned forward, realizing that Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t about to start face fucking him like they were in a porno. Reaching up to grab his cock, Yoo Joonghyuk let go to make space for Kim Dokja’s hand. It was easier when he felt like he had control and the younger man was at his mercy. His confidence increased again.
Sitting up further on his knees for leverage, Kim Dokja put his mouth on his cock. It was heavy and thick on his tongue. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his mouth stretching around the girth. Kim Dokja made sure his lips touched the length, but not his teeth. He bobbed his head slightly, his spit wetting Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. He could only go a short distance before he popped off, thinking.
“Okay,” Kim Dokja said, “I think I got it.”
“You—” Yoo Joonghyuk said before he gasped, “Oh, fuck.”
Sinking a bit further down his cock, Kim Dokja took him deeper into his mouth. He pushed himself, testing the depth. Then, he went a little further, eyes slipping shut again as he realized he deeply enjoyed the feeling of sucking dick. The weight on his tongue and the groans his movements elicited from his boyfriend made his heart race, his head feeling fuzzy from the high. Kim Dokja began to bob his head slightly faster in a steady beat. Then, he remembered his hand was more than a decoration, stroking what he couldn’t reach, but it was a bit dry.
Kim Dokja pulled off with a pop before he sucked in his cheeks and spat on Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock. He smeared it up and down his shaft, leaving Yoo Joonghyuk cursing in that deep voice of his all the while.
“Why are you so good at this?” The younger man asked in a rush.
Kim Dokja spit again. The first time was not enough. He smirked.
“I’m a fast learner.”
“Apparently,” Yoo Joonghyuk grunted before his mouth dropped open when Kim Dokja resumed sucking. “Dokja-ya…”
“Mhmp,” Kim Dokja hummed around his cock. Yoo Joonghyuk cursed, his tone bordering on a growl. His hips pushed forward slightly, making Kim Dokja gag just a little, but it wasn’t enough to daunt him.
Bobbing his head in the same rhythm as before, he made sure to keep his mouth wide. Then, after pushing himself as far as he could go, he sucked hard while pulling off slowly. Yoo Joonghyuk gasped and Kim Dokja felt like he was on top of the world. He kept going, kissing the tip before bobbing and stroking a little faster.
This continued until Kim Dokja felt one of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands in his hair.
“Yeah?” He asked after pulling off, wiping away the trail of spit that connected him to the cock.
“Don’t stop,” Yoo Joonghyuk begged. Kim Dokja didn’t need to be told twice.
He resumed sucking, trying out all the things he was curious about.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Yoo Joonghyuk groaned, the hand in Kim Dokja’s hand tightening until the older man let out a low moan. Yoo Joonghyuk was so hard on his tongue and Kim Dokja wondered if he was going to come.
Pulling off, Kim Dokja stroked the younger man while looking up at him. When Yoo Joonghyuk looked down at him, he made a face that Kim Dokja would remember for the rest of his life. He looked so fucked out already, so expressive compared to his usual self. Smirking, Kim Dokja was going to make a snide comment, but then—
Yoo Joonghyuk busted all over his face. Kim Dokja closed his eyes, letting out a gasp of surprise. He stopped stroking, a little flustered, but then Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand replaced his as he jacked off his cock until he was spent, cum covering Kim Dokja’s nose and cheek and mouth. The older man licked his lips, tasting his cum, and let out a pleased hum.
“I was hoping you’d cum down my throat, but this works too,” he joked. Yoo Joonghyuk took a deep breath before he let out a small laugh, still flustered from his sudden orgasm. Kim Dokja bit the inside of his cheek. “What does it feel like…?”
“You’re about to find out,” Yoo Joonghyuk growled, recovering shockingly quickly. He nodded towards the bed. “Sit down.”
“Why would I sit when you stood?”
“Because I have no faith that you’ll stay standing,” Yoo Joonghyuk said without a hint of mocking. Kim Dokja frowned but accepted the reasoning. He was probably right.
Sighing, Kim Dokja got up to wipe the cum off his face in the mirror. He put a bit of water from a bottle on a tissue, and when he had a bit of difficulty, Yoo Joonghyuk came over to help by fussing over him. Kim Dokja smiled fondly.
“Nothing more romantic than scrubbing cum off your boyfriend’s face.”
Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a flat look. “Just sit down and let me blow you.”
Kim Dokja laughed. “Pushy.”
“Mhm,” Yoo Joonghyuk hummed. He watched as Kim Dokja stripped off his pants and briefs, exposing his hard cock beneath his sweater. The older man bit his lip, looking away at a wall as if it was super interesting. He ran a hand up his stomach, clearly nervous, then sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his arms.
“Spread your thighs,” Yoo Joonghyuk commanded. Kim Dokja spread them, a little hesitant at first. He looked up at the ceiling when Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed the pillow and settled between his legs.
“Look at me,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, “Dokja-ya.”
“That’s gonna take a while to get used to,” Kim Dokja whimpered, voice high and strained.
Yoo Joonghyuk laughed at him. “Just in the bedroom—unless you want to get shamed in public.”
“Yeah, no, just the bedroom, please.”
The younger man spread Kim Dokja’s thighs further apart with his large hands. Yoo Joonghyuk pushed them open, exposing Kim Dokja’s dripping cock. It twitched as the older man watched his boyfriend’s reaction: dark, dilated eyes combined with a slightly open mouth like he couldn’t wait to take Kim Dokja apart. He squirmed a little and Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands squeezed, making him accept the vulnerable position.
Kim Dokja sighed, airy and high. He bit his lip and said in a huff, “Stop staring.”
“I’ll look all I want,” Yoo Joonghyuk responded. “I’m allowed to, now.”
“Yeah, well…” Kim Dokja closed his eyes. His breathing quickened as Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands rubbed up and down his thighs, a little calloused from all his working out and martial arts practice. Kim Dokja did his best to relax, telling himself this was exactly what he wanted, and that he was finally getting it. There was no need to be so shy when Yoo Joonghyuk showed so much outright interest. He repeated this to himself until his breathing leveled.
“Better?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked in a soft tone. Kim Dokja nodded.
“The duality of man,” Kim Dokja muttered.
Yoo Joonghyuk raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” Kim Dokja said, punctuated with a little laugh. “I never knew you could be so gentle.”
“Well, I’m not about to make your first time a showcase in BDSM.”
Laughing harder, Kim Dokja said, “Oh? That’s so sad. I was hoping I could whip you and call you a whore.”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked, ears a little red. “Huh?”
“I read a surprising amount of 18 manhwa.”
“I don’t know what I expected, but that tracks,” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered.
Kim Dokja shrugged. He leaned back a little on one arm, lifted his sweater by reaching under it, and tweaked one of his nipples between his fingers. Letting out a small whimper, he arched his stomach towards Yoo Joonghyuk unconsciously from the stimulation. Kim Dokja was getting bored of waiting.
Yoo Joonghyuk got the message. He kissed up Kim Dokja’s thighs, biting marks near the crease of his groin. Then, he moved his left hand to stroke Kim Dokja’s dick while he kissed his right thigh. Marking his skin with red blooms, Yoo Joonghyuk looked like he was in his element. The older man realized he liked to pleasure people because so far through this evening, Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to take great satisfaction in guiding Kim Dokja deeper into depravity.
But, he also loved to cook for him, teach him how to use gym equipment, and help Kim Dokja with assorted tasks; he generally watched out for him. “Acts of service,” Kim Dokja believed that was called. He wondered if that went hand in hand with a praise kink.
“Mmm,” Kim Dokja sighed, panting as his cock got harder and harder in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand. He was glad he practiced edging regularly, or else he probably would’ve come, already. “You’re doing so well.”
Yoo Joonghyuk bit his thigh hard. Kim Dokja’s thighs clenched around his head as he cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure washing over him. He whimpered, looking down at Yoo Joonghyuk and his dark eyes.
“Fuck me,” Kim Dokja groaned. Yoo Joonghyuk’s grip tightened around his dick. “Oh, shit.”
Kim Dokja slapped a hand over his mouth when he let out a loud moan. He cried a little, eyes watering as he realized how hard it would be to hold back his sounds.
“Don’t muffle yourself,” Yoo Joonghyuk commanded. Kim Dokja’s brow knit. He wanted to argue, but it was too hot and stifling trying to breathe around his hand, so he let it fall back to the sheets. The next time he moaned, he reminded himself to keep it down.
It didn’t work. Yoo Joonghyuk wrenched moan after moan from Kim Dokja, and when he finally took the older man’s dick in his mouth, Kim Dokja’s thighs clenched around him as he let out a deep groan.
“Fuck, you’re so good to me…” He said, his sentence ending in a whimper. “Please. Please. I’m gonna come.”
Yoo Joonghyuk pulled off and Kim Dokja let out a cry of disappointment.
“Joonghyuk—!”
“I’m turning you over,” the younger man declared, and then Kim Dokja found himself being flipped like a pancake. He flipped Kim Dokja over roughly, moving him like he was nothing. Then, he spread his ass cheeks and made sure his cock hung off the side of the bed with a few inches of clearance so it wouldn’t chafe against the sheets. The older man cried out when he felt a hot tongue lick his hole, a hand coming up to stroke him as he ate him out.
“Joonghyuk-hyung,” Kim Dokja gasped. The honorific rolled off his tongue far too naturally. It felt obscene, considering they’d barely called each other with the proper honorifics prior.
The younger man groaned against him like Kim Dokja’s words were equivalent to physical stimulation.
He really, really liked that whole age reversal thing, huh…
Stroking Kim Dokja to a steady rhythm, occasionally twisting around the head, Kim Dokja found himself drooling against the sheets. He gripped the fabric, and in his struggle not to squirm, reached back and pulled Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair. The man let out a deep growl but did not stop, instead prodding his hole with the tip of his tongue. This went on for a few more minutes, Kim Dokja whining the whole way through while praising the younger man eagerly, his hand slipping out of his hair.
Then, Yoo Joonghyuk stopped. He reached over to his bedside stand and pulled out the drawer, grabbing something. When Kim Dokja heard a cap pop, he knew it was a bottle of lube. Yoo Joonghyuk squeezed some out, warmed it for a few seconds, and then began prodding Kim Dokja’s hole with a single finger.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. Kim Dokja nodded quickly.
“Please,” he begged. “Keep going. If you don’t fuck me tonight, I will cry, and it will not be pretty.”
“You are pretty, even when you cry.”
“Thats—ohhhhh.” Kim Dokja moaned when the finger slid inside. “Oh, fuck…”
“Good boy,” Yoo Joonghyuk praised. “You do this to yourself, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” Kim Dokja admitted. “Sometimes.”
Yoo Joonghyuk let out a pleased sound. “You’re meant to take my cock.”
Kim Dokja buried his face in the sheets. He wasn’t used to dirty talk whatsoever. He was able to blurt out praise himself, but when Yoo Joonghyuk said such filthy things, it made Kim Dokja shiver.
“Please,” Kim Dokja begged into the sheets, too ashamed to articulate. “I want it, hyung.”
“It’s all yours,” Yoo Joonghyuk promised. “You’ll need to take three, first.”
“M’kay,” Kim Dokja hiccuped. He hadn’t realized tears were falling from his eyes. He was so turned on, his body couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. Ironically, crying made him feel even higher.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s long finger slipped in up to the knuckle. He thrust it in and out, the thickness of his finger still small enough to be painless. He clearly knew what he was doing, Kim Dokja realized and wondered if the younger man had fucked another guy before or if he knew how to finger because he did it to himself. That was a question for later, though.
Other hand pumping Kim Dokja’s cock, the bottom barely realized it when another finger slipped in. The wet sounds were so lewd from the excess of lube that it was the second most predominant stimulus in his mind, besides the feeling of Yoo Joonghyuk inside him. Kim Dokja only fully realized the second finger was inside him when Yoo Joonghyuk spread them apart and stretched his rim.
“Oh my God,” Kim Dokja groaned. One of his fists beat against the sheet. “Why are you so good at this?”
Somehow, he knew Yoo Joonghyuk was smirking and shrugging as if he didn’t know. Kim Dokja let out a breathy laugh that turned into a long, wanton moan as the thrusting continued, deeper and faster. Yoo Joonghyuk was crooking his fingers in a way that pressed against Kim Dokja’s prostate, making his cock jump while it was stroked by the other hand.
“Hnggg,” Kim Dokja whimpered. “Oh, shit. Fucking hell! Hyung, you—if you don’t…”
“What?”
“I’m, ahh, gonna—!” Kim Dokja let out a moan that danced across multiple pitches, “—‘m gonna come.”
“Can you come twice?”
“What?” Kim Dokja asked, incredulous. “M-maybe, but…”
“You can do it,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, convincing Kim Dokja. “We’ll take a break, and then I’ll fuck you through the bed, and you’ll be ruined for anyone else, hm? You won’t be able to get it up for anyone but me. I’ll take you apart and put you back together piece by piece. You’re meant for my cock; You’re the only one I’ll accept. Dokja-ya, do you like that idea?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes—ah!” Kim Dokja cried out as Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers abused his prostate with quick touches that were neither too rough nor too soft. “Please, h-hyung. I want—oh, fuck—I want that so b-badly, please, hng—!”
“Come for me, Dokja.”
Kim Dokja came, and Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t stop. His fingers slowed down, sure, but they pressed against his prostate over and over ruthlessly until Kim Dokja started squirming, unsure if he wanted to crawl away or push back against them. Yoo Joonghyuk milked him through it with a fist around his dick, Kim Dokja’s cum making a small puddle on the floor. They’d have to clean that up later, but for now, Kim Dokja couldn’t give a single fuck.
#
After cleaning up from the first round, they talked while lying in Dokja’s bed about their misunderstandings. Kim Dokja apologized for causing Yoo Joonghyuk pain, and the younger man forgave him with ease. Yoo Joonghyuk followed that up with his own apology for not taking the initiative, either. Of course, that made Kim Dokja cry some more.
“Don’t feel bad,” Yoo Joonghyuk said softly, stroking Kim Dokja’s cheek while he looked into his dark eyes. Kim Dokja sniffled, brushing away the tears with the back of his hand.
“I’ve cried more this week than I have since…” Kim Dokja laughed, “… I don’t even know when.”
Yoo Joonghyuk hummed. “I haven’t cried in a long time. Not since I was a kid.”
“That’s an odd flex,” Kim Dokja joked before sighing. “Sorry. I’m just—I have a lot of shit flying around in my brain. It’s a typhoon in here,” he said, tapping his head.
“I know,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. He raised an eyebrow. “I know you wouldn’t judge me if I needed to cry.”
Kim Dokja’s throat felt like it was closing. He said hoarsely, “Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Well,” Kim Dokja said, “you’d be right.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s arms tightened around him, squeezing Kim Dokja briefly. He sighed.
“I enjoy holding you.”
“I bet you do.” Kim Dokja huffed out a laugh. “You possessive mother fucker.”
“You like that about me.”
It was Kim Dokja’s turn to hum.
“Mhm.” He did so in a bright tone.
They fell asleep after lapsing into silence. When Kim Dokja awoke an hour later, it was to Yoo Joonghyuk’s thigh between his legs. The man was half on top of Kim Dokja like a massive weighted blanket. Kim Dokja moaned softly, getting hard from the friction. Like a bloodhound, Yoo Joonghyuk opened his eyes the second he sensed his arousal.
“Ready for round two?” He asked, voice husky from their nap.
Kim Dokja didn’t answer with words. Instead, he nodded and pulled Yoo Joonghyuk in for a kiss. They made out for a few minutes, getting handsy with each other, and eventually, Kim Dokja’s sweater finally came off. Yoo Joonghyuk bit up his chest, sucking and biting on his nipples, and then Dokja got on top of him to return the favor. He liked how Yoo Joonghyuk wasn’t the stereotype of a top—he let Kim Dokja play with him too; he showed vulnerability.
“I love you,” Kim Dokja said when he came up to kiss him again. “God, it’s embarrassing to say that. How do people say it so easily?”
“You’ll get used to it,” Yoo Joonghyuk said with absolute sureness. “I love you too.”
“That’s so mushy. This is disgusting.”
“Just shut the fuck up and let me—“ Yoo Joonghyuk grunted as he, for the third time that day, tossed Kim Dokja like a pancake. On his stomach with a pillow under his hips, Kim Dokja realized the fucking had finally arrived. He was going to get “fucked through the bed,” or so he hoped.
Fingering Kim Dokja was easier the second time around, his hole already loosened from the previous round. It took less time, and soon enough, Yoo Joonghyuk was lining up to slide his cock inside Kim Dokja where it belonged.
“Ready?”
Kim Dokja nodded, “Slow.”
“Of course,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, “I’m not a monster.”
“Oh?” Kim Dokja laughed, “You sure? You said some pretty intense stuff earlier.”
“We’ll work up to that.”
“Good,” Kim Dokja sighed, wiggling his ass back and forth. Yoo Joonghyuk slapped one of his cheeks just enough to give a slight sting. “I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Just remember: you asked for it.”
Kim Dokja had a retort lied up, but the thought dissipated when Yoo Joonghyuk slid the head of his cock over his hole, the tip catching on it with each pass. He whimpered, close to begging for it, when Yoo Joonghyuk slid inside with a pop. It was shockingly thick—thicker than anything Kim Dokja had inside him before.
“Oh, fuck…” he sighed. Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he asked Kim Dokja. The older man nodded.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
Then, without a preamble, Yoo Joonghyuk began to fuck him slowly. He slid in and out, the lube easing the way. Kim Dokja felt like his insides were hot, the warm length spearing him deep inside, but in the most pleasant way. He got used to the feeling over time, the remnants of uncomfortableness disappearing faster with each press inside.
Sliding to the base, Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk groaned. Neither of them had any more words; they simply enjoyed the sounds of the slick, carnal pleasure shared between them. Then, Yoo Joonghyuk fucked him at a slow to medium pace, just enough to get Kim Dokja’s cock back to hardness.
“Ahh…” Kim Dokja sighed, arching his back. Yoo Joonghyuk laid over him, pressing his front to Kim Dokja, as he fucked him with short but fast thrusts in an uneven tempo. “Oh, God.”
“You feel so fucking good,” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered in his ear. Kim Dokja bit his lip.
Eventually, the rhythm sped up. Yoo Joonghyuk pounded into him, fucking Kim a Dokja through the mattress just like he promised. Then, he flipped him, bending Kim Dokja’s legs back into a mating press. Their eye contact was heavy, and Kim Dokja nodded when Yoo Joonghyuk groaned like he was about to come.
“Inside,” he said, and that was enough for Yoo Joonghyuk to spill within.
Pulling out after filling Kim Dokja up, Yoo Joonghyuk sucked the older man off until he begged for him to stop the overstimulation. He pulled off with a satisfied smirk.
“Think you can go again later?”
“You lied.” Kim Dokja lamented, tossing his head back with a cry. “You’re a monster!”
JANUARY to FEBRUARY - Winter Break & Winter Commencement
When Kim Dokja graduated, Yoo Joonghyuk was there, watching. His eyes followed his boyfriend across the stage. At that moment, he felt so unbelievably proud of Kim Dokja, because he knew how hard he’d worked for so long. All his late nights studying, all his struggles, and all his internal battles culminated in a degree… and a relationship. Now, most would believe this to be pure chance, but Yoo Joonghyuk?
He was sure it was fate. After all, no one was a match for him except Kim Dokja.
Finding him after the ceremony was over, Yoo Joonghyuk kissed him soft and slow. He let people watch but glared at anyone who looked too long. Then, when he pulled away, he looked down at his boyfriend and smiled.
“Do you want to move in with me?” He asked.
Kim Dokja’s eyes widened. “Whoa.”
Yoo Joonghyuk felt a brief flash of horror as he realized he might have moved too fast, too soon. Kim Dokja waved his hands around.
“No, no!” He said. “I mean, yes, what are you kidding, but! Whoa. Oh, holy shit. Yes, I’d like that. A lot.”
“Good,” Yoo Joonghyuk said, a little breathless. “I just realized you haven’t met my sister yet.”
“That’s okay, I’m good with kids.”
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed. “Of course, you are.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kim Dokja asked, frowning.
“It’s a compliment,” Yoo Joonghyuk clarified. “Just another thing I like about you.”
Kim Dokja’s face slowly turned pink. “Ah.”
The younger man laughed. People around them gave him freaked-out stares. It wasn’t every day a man famous for being stoic and cold laughed like the emotion of joy personified. Kim Dokja gave him a look.
“You probably scare children for fun.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s laugh ceased. He scoffed. “Kids love me.”
“Yoo Mia loves you,” Kim Dokja said. “To others, you look like the goddamn grim reaper, but more handsome. Just as scary, though.”
“Complimenting and insulting me in the same breath. You have a talented tongue, Dokja-ya.”
A student near them choked on a mouthful of water. She coughed violently.
Kim Dokja only had one thing to say to that.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Joonghyuk-ah.”