Jaekyung, having jumped out of the car like a bullet, was already moving towards the house. For now, Jihon watched with some anxiety as he easily climbed the steps, climbing two or three at a time. But noticing that he was deliberately delaying, Jaekyung went back down. And, picking him up on his shoulder, he carried him upstairs. Jihon, fearing to disturb the neighbors, did not shout, but only hissed: "Hey, are you crazy? And he slapped the asshole on the back.

Jaekyung, of course, did not pay any attention to the gentle pokes, and soon they found themselves on the fifth floor. He entered the code for the door and dragged Jihon into the lair. Only then did he allow him to get back on his feet. But, without even letting him take off his shoes, he pressed him against the wall right in the hallway. Grabbing Jaekyung's back, greedily bit into his beloved's neck.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jihong blurted out, stunned. "It's not midnight yet.

"I don't know, damn it," Jaekyung cursed rudely and, hugging him tightly by the waist, bit his earlobe. With his other hand, he quickly unbuttoned only the middle button of his shirt and immediately thrust it into the gap.

Involuntarily, a moan escaped from Jihon as the pushy guy grabbed his chest. It was not the suddenness that was more surprising, but the pressure itself. He had never seen such excitement in those clear eyes before. And if he didn't stop Jaekyong now, it would end in disaster. After a moment's thought, Jihong deliberately pressed the back of his head against him and said insinuatingly, "Jaekyung-ah... It hurts...

Hearing "hurt", Jaekyung immediately pulled away. He pulled his hand out from under his shirt and immediately turned Jihon around. And, as if apologizing for his previous actions, he kissed him. Even at the height of his passion, he slowed down, causing Jihon's seasoned indignation to evaporate. This touched his heart so much that he experienced something like tenderness.

He gently placed his palms on Jaekyung's cheeks and asked gently, "Why did you attack me?" Nothing special happened today.

Jaekyung wanted to say something, but fell silent, and then smiled impudently: "How is it? We have been meeting since today.

"What...?"

"You told Song Yongho yourself that I was your boyfriend.

"Hey... But it wasn't about you," Jihon didn't give up.

"Not me, but what are you talking about?

Jaekyung was talking some awkward nonsense with stunning equanimity. And Jihon, not knowing how to react, grinned, which caused the stubborn man to bend his line further: "So it's me. And it turns out that I am your first.

"On what grounds?"

"I don't know. In any case, I'm right. He concluded insistently and gently hugged Jihon, showering every inch of his skin with kisses.

"Hey, calm down. Why are we doing it here? Let's go to the bedroom. Jihon begged, pushing him away: "At least let me take off my shoes."

But as soon as he pulled off his shoes, he was grabbed again, and eventually they ended up on the floor. Jaekyung knocked Ji-hong to the ground in the aisle between the hallway and the living room, and then began to kiss him madly again: face, cheeks, chin, neck - and at the same time quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Although Jihong already knew that something was wrong with Jaekyung, as soon as he noticed his erection, he was speechless. The hard was almost throbbing, ready to explode.

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Jihong suddenly heard a click from the belt buckle unfastening and said in a panic, "You're not going to do it now, are you? I'm not ready yet!

"I know," Jaekyung breathed briefly, and then took off Jihon's pants and underwear one by one.

Suddenly half-naked, Jihong covered his face with his hands and laughed: "My God, what is this?

He is still wearing a jacket, an open shirt, and he is completely naked underneath. What kind of chaos? And not even on the bed, but on the floor. From the unexpected penetration of impatient fingers, he made a strange sound, something between a chuckle and a moan: "Mmmh...

"Does it hurt you?" Jaekyung asked, methodically pressing on his prostate as Jihong wondered, "What kind of urgency?"

He wanted to just tell him to interject, but Jaekyung was actually out of his mind. If he came in now, then the injury could not be avoided. In addition, the sudden movements did not allow Jihon to relax.

Jaekyung, despite his impulsiveness, remained quite cautious during sex and, moreover, did not like to hurt. In addition, he liked the process itself, when the tightly squeezed Jihong melted from his touch and became pliable and wet.

But today everything felt different. The guy was not only in a hurry, but also suspiciously excited. It is not known what the real reason was: either in the words about the boyfriend, or in something else. But in any case, it is vital for Jihon to calm down this young alpha.

"Why this hurry?" It's not midnight yet, wait a little. Jihon laughed deliberately, and spread his legs wider so that he could sit comfortably between them. "Stop touching there and come to me."

And pulled Jaekyung to him. Continuing to maintain eye contact with him, he kissed him slowly, gently playing with the hot tongue in his mouth, and at the end he carefully bit his lower lip.

"You're too excited, I'm a little scared.

"Strongly?"

"Even our first time there was no such thing. Why are you like this?

After a moment of silence, Jaekyung clicked his tongue and admitted, "I saw you training today.

The unexpected revelation made Jihon laugh again: "What?

– I haven't seen you in a sports uniform for a long time.

"Come on, a tracksuit is the epitome of sloppiness.

"You look your best in it. I like it a lot more than these shirts and jackets of yours.

"Only you think so.

"No, I'm serious. You're the coolest when you train. And everyone who watches the show will probably think the same.

A moment later, hesitant, Jaekyung muttered, visibly frustrated, "I wish you could show everyone your swim as well. But because of stupid tattoos...

In truth, Jihon was genuinely glad that he had managed to get out of it. But he did not stutter about it.

"They'll show the old records anyway, what's the big deal?" He said, soothingly stroking the back of Jaekyung's head.

"Maybe," the grumbler muttered, sighing heavily, still sad.

To make him finally let go of these regrets, Jihong deliberately pulled his hair and playfully added, "And even if you hadn't mentioned tattoos, I still wouldn't have swam. Because of you, my back and shoulders are in hiccups, how can I even undress?

"Look at it," Jihong pulled back his shirt a little, showing off his shoulders strewn with traces of passion.

And surprisingly, it worked: Jaekyung timidly agreed: "Really..." and dug his lips into the tormented skin, sucking and biting hard, wanting to leave new marks.

Because of this, Jihon's lower abdomen tickled, and his body was engulfed in heat.

"Jaekyung-ah," he whispered fervently, rubbing his cheek against Jaekyung's face. "Now put your finger in..." But only one.

And he, of course, obeyed. Yes, he did not completely curb his wild temper, but the discomfort disappeared.

"Yes, slower... Don't push so hard. Jihon purred confusedly, caressing himself.

Jaekyung methodically wiggled his fingers and rubbed his penis against Jihon's genitals, inflaming him even more. Obviously, the last thing he cared about was the possibility of staining all his clothes with semen and lubricant. And despite a mild warning that he might too quickly, Jaekyung didn't stop.

"Why are you like this today?"

To which the guy, heated to the limit, burying his nose in his neck, sighed painfully: "I like you madly. And also on the set... You were so cool.

With a trembling voice, he shared that the events of today had brought him back 10 years.

Because of this, a prickly feeling crept into Jihon's heart: "Doesn't Jaekyung really love me ten years ago?"

After all, he himself guessed that it all began with admiration.

"Did he really like the way I was then? More than now? Or does he perceive me as a completely different person?" thought Jihon as inexplicable jealousy scratched and gnawed at his soul.

And at this moment, he involuntarily frowned: "Is this jealousy? What did I even imagine? What an absurd and presumptuous thought."

After all, their relationship was not like that at all. They were just having sex on the terms of a contract. And in principle, he has no right to such emotions. Because Jihon is the first to draw boundaries.

"Ahh..." - because of the demanding caresses, an electric discharge suddenly ran down my spine. Jihong shuddered and met Jaekyung's eyes.

"Does it still hurt?" He immediately removed his hand.

"More?" asked Jihon in surprise, but finally remembered what had happened at the entrance and muttered, "It's all right, not now.

Although he tried to comfort Jaekyung, he didn't touch him anymore.

— Yes, everything is fine. It wasn't from pain," Jihon blurted out, pulling the excited guy to his chest.

"Play with my nipples." He said deliberately with notes of depravity in order to provoke the bulldozer even more, to which, of course, he got angry.

"Come on. Don't say such vulgarities. And already on edge. My is going to burst," he grumbled, but still obediently followed the instructions.

Jihon's nipples were small, so one day, while staring at them, Jaekyung jokingly said that it was the only cute part of his body. Even such tiny beads, after a few movements of the tongue, instantly hardened, ready to fit completely in the mouth. They became more and more sensitive, and any touch caused a shiver running through their bodies. And what a sin to hide, it is absolutely impossible to restrain yourself when your lips gently squeezed them, and your tongue playfully teased.

"Ah, Jakyung-ah," Jihong moaned hoarsely, hugging the guy's head tighter. "Stronger... You can even bite.

As soon as his teeth touched the delicate areolas, his shoulders involuntarily shuddered. Careful nibbling caused both pain and pleasure, which made Jihon involuntarily arch.

"They're so small, but insanely sensitive," Jaekyung shared his impressions, squeezing the nipple with his lips as his fingers penetrated the already pliable opening. "Do you like it when I bite or when I suck?"

"Both... I like it," Jihon gasped, pressing him even tighter, almost begging him not to stop.

But Jackyon, casting a reproachful look at him, said, "You've completely dissolved. Nevertheless, he continued and this time began to vigorously suck the other breast. His tongue pressed roughly on the nipple, and Jaekyung bit it just enough not to hurt him.

"Oh-aaah..." Jihon breathed heavily, suffering from the heat in his lower abdomen, as if something inside was about to explode.

"I think we can already insert it." Everything is completely relaxed here," Jaekyung said and added a third finger without any permission.

Impatient hands actively massaged the inner walls. All this was accompanied by a characteristic squelching, which made Jihon want to plug his ears. The persistent penetrations did not subside until Jaekyung touched the area next to the enlarged prostate, which caused Jihon to moan again.

"That's enough... Jaekyung-ah, don't do that," Jihong begged, somehow stringing the words together into sentences.

"Then insert now?" Or wait until midnight?

He asked as if he really intended to start only when Friday was replaced by Saturday. But it is obvious that he is now bluffing. And the bulldozer did not intend to put everything on the brakes at all. Wherefore, irritated by this blatant impudence, Jihong decided to simply remain silent.

Then Jaekyung, pressing with his thumb, playfully opened the entrance: "But your body says that it already wants me to insert it.

"Are you talking to him now?" Jihong asked sarcastically.

"Yes," Jaekyung replied without a trace of embarrassment, flapping his eyelashes. "Didn't you know?" We have been communicating for a long time. Although without words, but on a physical level we understand each other.

"Crazy," Jihong sneered, putting his hand to his forehead, and Jakyung added with unsurpassed equanimity, "I'm serious. You and my have a very close bond. Do you want to see it?

And then he lowered his pants and immediately penetrated him.

"Hey, you—" Jihon cried out in a furious rush, cowering convulsively.

Jakyon hugged him, completely chained him, and entered him in one fell swoop.

"See? You said no, but your body responds," he snarled without stopping. "It literally draws me in.

And indeed, as soon as the head entered, the rest of the head seemed to slide after itself, as if something had pulled it from within. Jihon could not believe his own eyes. Although his body was already used to it, but how this huge thing could easily fit in it, however, he was alarmed by something else: Jaekyung, without waiting for permission, did what he wanted.

Jihong laughed at the absurdity that unfolded in the apartment, and the stern big man hanging over him, finding the situation amusing, also burst out laughing. He rested his palms on the floor next to Jihon's head and, leaning over, still bothered to ask: "Can I move?"

Kissing him on the cheek with a slight smacking sound, he waited for an answer. Jihon understood that even if he protested, he would still find some reason, for example: "here he asks for everything."

Initially, Jaekyung was quite timid and always obeyed. But lately, he seemed to have become more important: if he was told "no", he still did, and if they said "yes/let's", he demanded to be asked for it. The only thing that can be sure is that Jaekyung never ignored the words that something hurts, and in this, perhaps, Jihong found at least some comfort.

"If you're going to continue, let's go to the bedroom." If we have sex on the floor, I won't get up tomorrow.

When Jihong complained that his back would break completely, Jaekyung nodded in agreement, but didn't even bother to pull out his penis. Instead, he picked up Jihon, hugging him behind his back, and slowly walked towards his destination.

Because of this, the frightened Jihon began to be indignant: "Hey, don't! Stop it, get it out!"

"It's all right.

"No, let me go, quickly!"

His voice trembled with fear, and Jaekyung finally looked into his eyes and whispered as he kissed Jihon on the shoulder as if to soothe him, "Are you afraid I'll drop you?" Do not worry. I do a bench press of 180 kg.

Yes, Jaekyung's hands were indeed very strong, and even now he was confidently supporting Jihon. But he was still scared. Because I had never tried such a pose, which looked like an acrobatic trick. Therefore, when Jaekyung suggested such a thing from time to time, Jihong nervously laughed it off.

"Lower me." I can't.

— Why? Everything will work out," Jaekyung persisted and, lifting it slightly, plunged his deeper.

Because of the thrill of a wedge fiddling right in the center of his body, Jihong shouted, "Ouch!" and forcefully hugged Jaekyung's head.

"See? Everything is working out," Jaekyung said evenly and began to push as if he was talking to himself.

"Hah... Ah!

The body swayed up and down, and every time the hot penis invaded the red-hot hole, smothered exhalations burst out of Jihon.

"Jackyong-ah, wait... too deep...

Because of the position, the penetration was excruciating, and everything was overshadowed by the impressive dimensions. That is why Jihon was rarely on top during their intimacy. Although it would seem easier to control the process this way, Jaekyung was an exception here. But right now, Jihong couldn't do anything at all, it all depended on the stubborn guy holding him. All he can do is hang on Jaekyong and stoically accept hard, passionate thrusts.

However, the treacherous body perceived the painful pressure as an intense pleasure. The deeper the penis thrust, the more it clenched.

The grease flowed continuously and stained the floor. Watching the traces of his secretions, Jihon felt a burning shame. He felt so embarrassed that he buried his face in his warm shoulder.

And Jaekyung, apparently, decided that he was frightened, which caused him to freeze abruptly: "Hyun, look at me.

At his call, Jihon raised his head with difficulty. The latter gently touched his lips and, looking into his eyes, asked cautiously: "Are you still scared?" Should I stop? — as if he had already regretted what he had done a hundred times.

"First he follows his unbridled desires, and then he builds such a. How unfair and against all the rules," Jihong thought, but contrary to his thoughts, he succumbed again, muttering quietly, "It's all right. But come on... gentler.

Instead of answering, Jaekyung kissed him, not stopping for a split second and increasing his speed.