Flexible
Title: Flexible
Author: awildneko
Pairing: Bangup
Rating: MA
Genre: romance, comedy
Word Count: 2,869
Summary: Sex with Jongup is one of the most exhausting things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
A/N: Because these two turn me into a right pervert.
Sex with Jongup is one of the most exhausting things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Now don’t get me wrong; I love indulging the boy - my boy - I’d do anything he asks of me. I’d kiss his body all over, travel to the moon and back, buy all of the cats in town for him to keep as his own - hell I’d even gag him and tie his ankles up during sex if he wanted me to. It’s just that sometimes it takes a great effort on my part to meet his needs and wants. I worry that maybe I’m not enough for him, that I can’t give him all he wants, because even if my performance in bed has a reputation to inspire, I’ve never been with someone like him before. It’s something than can only be understood if you’ve dated someone with his stamina, his buzzing sense of restlessness -if you have I know that you’ll be nodding along with everything I say.
The first time we made love is still dear to me; it was his first time, and I wanted to show him how much I care about him with my body as well as my words. I made sure to lengthen out the foreplay, to help him relax and make sure that he knew I wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want me to. I think he already trusts me though - perhaps a little too much - the gentle smile lighting up his angelic face as he pulled me down for a kiss made me pause my ministrations and stare. I had to take a photograph of the sight with my eyes; drinking in his mussed up hair, his apple tinted cheeks, the way his eyes were filled with absolute love and adoration that was mine to keep. I felt like the luckiest man on the planet - I still do now every time he looks at me that way. As I pushed into him I tried with my utmost might to be gentle, kissing away the tears that formed as he was stretched to the limits and stopping until he was ready for me. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I almost pulled out as I had done the last time we came this far, but he urged me on with a sultry moan and an agonising roll of his hips so that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I almost gave in too early when I took him that time. His heat was so painfully tight that I could feel my veins pulsing against his walls, and the moans he released were so lewd and erotic that they travelled straight down South making the need to move ever more urgent. It was heaven. It was only by sheer will that I managed to hold out until I had brought him to the brink of orgasm, the way he arches his back and calls my name during those times is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I didn’t want to let go of myself; I wanted to continue watching him fly out and reach pleasure at the height of the stars before returning back to the safety of my arms. But alas, the impending development of my own release soon caught up with me, the coil in my abdomen squeezing so tightly with the amass of pleasure that it was ready to spring apart at any moment. When I finally gave in, the image of the boy I so dearly loved writhing in ecstasy underneath me filled the back of my eyelids, so that I had something to further add to the rise of my orgasm in my momentarily blinded state. As I cried out his name I felt his delicate hands on my cheeks, pulling me down to snuggle against him so that I could not remove myself from his heat until morning. It was perfect. We were perfect. I thought we would always make love this way, that it could not get any better than this - at least for a while. I didn’t want to taint his innocence any more than was necessary - he has the purest soul and though I wanted to give him everything, I knew we had to take things slowly so as not to overwhelm him with my love.
At least that’s what I thought.
I’d heard before, from within my circle of friends as well as beyond the confines of university that athletes could make the most demanding lovers, in particular dancers and gymnasts. I myself do not partake in any sports activities, and at the time I had not dated anyone who did, so I let the information pass by me without taking it in. I’m not sure who started the conversation as I did not pay them my full attention, but if I had to guess, my bets would be on Kyung, either because he wanted to embarrass our friend Yukwon who is an avid dancer, or because the troll Sungyeol put him up to it, or perhaps even a combination of both. Whoever it was, I somewhat regret not listening to them, because surely the information that they spouted would have come in handy when dating Jongup.
As it were, I knew even before we began dating that Jongup was a dance student at the local university - Yukwon remembered seeing him around the dance studio - but it didn’t click in my mind that this could somehow relate to our future bedroom activities. When he agreed to be my boyfriend I still hadn’t linked the two together, it didn’t seem that important at the time, I was too intent on kindling our love and taking him out on the best dates he’d even experienced. Even when we progressed to holding each other under the covers I didn’t think of it, because as I mentioned before the pleasure was too much and at the time it seemed like he felt the same.
It wasn’t until the fifth time we had sex that I noticed a change.
We’d been apart for two weeks whilst I had to travel to the coast for part of my university course, to meet with a singer who would feature in my studio recordings, and it was clear as the sky in broad daylight that we’d missed each other terribly. I’d managed to keep myself together on the journey back, but as soon as I arrived at the airport I sought him out from the crowd. I didn’t have to look for long though, as I soon caught a glimpse of a blonde haired boy running full throttle towards me and in the next instance I was embraced by my lover.
At that moment Jongup clung to me as if his life depended on my existence, his tears wetting my shoulder only succeeded in making me feel even guiltier for leaving him. I cupped his chin and kissed his cheeks softly, rubbing the pad of my thumb across his skin to take away the shine fallen from his eyes. I smiled at him, slightly taken aback when he began kissing me fervently. I kissed him back for a while, sucking eagerly on his tongue until I realised exactly where we were. Much of the crowd around us in the Arrivals waiting room had turned to stare at us, some smiling, some gaping with their mouths hanging open like fish, and others wearing a frown on their face that I knew he would hate to see. When I looked down at us I noticed that our clothes hung dishevelled from our bodies; my collarbone was almost revealed from Jongup’s persistent hold on me, whilst his ankles had somehow lifted and locked securely around my waist in a rather provocative way. My bags had fallen carelessly to the floor, and I carefully unwound his legs so that I could collect them. He reached down to help me pick them up, but I grabbed hold of his hand and linked our fingers together as I led him out of the airport.
I drove us home (Jongup had travelled by bus when he came to meet me) smiling to myself as his head rested against my shoulder. It seemed as if he couldn’t get enough body contact, and I was fine with that because I had also missed him dearly, but when his hand slipped under my shirt and began caressing the skin of my chest and stomach I couldn’t help the shiver that took hold of my body. He’d never been so forward before. I tried to ignore his wandering hands and concentrate on my driving; the way he touched me was incredibly distracting to the point that I eventually gave up on driving and parked in a layby so that I could get him to stop.
It didn’t quite work.
Instead of letting go like I thought he would, as he would always have done before, he stealthily slipped out from his seat, transferring himself over from his side of the car and into my lap with a sense of ease that I agreed that no ordinary person could manage. The cogs in my brain finally started turning then, but all sense of thought was quickly interrupted when he reached down to place my hands that previously sat on the steering wheel on the two round cheeks of his bottom, before looping his hands around the back of my neck and grinding down against me, making me rise to attention much quicker than I would like to have admitted.
“J-jonguppie, what are you-” my question was immediately cut off by the feel of his soft lips pressing against mine, engaging in a heated kiss that reminded me just how addictive his kisses are. After a while, when our tongues were swollen from their workout and the need to breathe dominated over our lust, he pulled back, smiling innocently at me in a way that had me thinking I had been dreaming about what just happened.
Those thoughts were forgotten though, when my eyes followed as he swiped his nimble tongue across reddened lips and his eyes began to sparkle mischievously.
“I missed you hyung.” He sounded so innocent when he spoke, but at the same time his hands were under my shirt again and then trailing down to my belt buckle - it was more than obvious what he wanted. This was new to me, this needy and demanding Jongup had never appeared in front of me before, and I was at risk of falling under his spell and fucking him there and then, in that damn car.
But I would hate myself if I gave in to him; inside my cramped and beat up old car was definitely not the place for ‘I missed you’ sex.
Somehow, even with Jongup touching me in all my sensitive places and nibbling seductively on my collarbone, I managed to push him away. The pout he gave me made him look like a kicked puppy, and I had to hold myself back from kissing him again.
“J-jonguppie.” I managed to sound stern even in my breathless state, and he immediately bit his lip in fear of having done something to make me angry. “Baby,” I continued, the soft pet name making his shoulders relax slightly as he gazed at me with teary eyes. “Let’s not do this here-” he began to whine, but I held up a finger to his lips to quieten him. “-when we get home, I’ll let you do anything you want.”
“Anything?” He hesitantly asked and immediately brightened when I nodded, leaning forward to peck me on the lips before slipping back into his seat. I tried not to sigh at the loss of his body heat as I pulled out of the layby and drove on, probably exceeding the speed limit.
By the time we reached his flat I had managed to will down my excitement, and thought that he might have also calmed himself down as he sat in the passenger seat beside me. I was proved wrong however, when as soon as we entered the door he shoved me against the wall and attacked my lips with such ferocity that I wondered if he really was the Jonguppie I knew. Seconds later he dragged me to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed, climbing up on top of me to straddle my hips with his own. I wanted to switch our positions and continue with usual foreplay that we’d do before we took it any further, but when I tried to push him back and resume my dominance, he merely growled at me, biting harshly onto my neck to stop me from taking it any further.
I couldn’t help but stare. It felt as if I had unleashed a beast that resided within him, one that I had not foreseen to exist inside my seemingly fragile and innocent lover. In the next instant he had stripped me of my clothes, his nimble fingers working on my belt and then yanking my jeans down along with my boxers, setting me free of the confines of the material. His hungry eyes gazed at my dick as if it was a mouth-watering cookie that he wanted to eat, and eat it he did, his tongue working magic on the swollen head and his ministrations sending me to the heavens. The enticing heat of his mouth didn’t stay for long though, as soon he stepped back to strip himself of his own clothes and touch his already throbbing member. I tried to reach forward and help him out, the precum lapping down tempting me even more so, but he slapped my hands away and tried to glare at me, though in his lustful state it somewhat failed. The chuckle I released however, quickly died down when he growled again, a wild sound rippling from his throat going straight to my member and causing me to shiver.
I could only watch as he suckled on his fingers and leaned back to steady himself with one hand, his backside in full view as he stretched himself open for me. I could see the way his walls sucked in his fingers tightly, and it made my skin tingle with anticipation; I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. The position he was in should have been painful for anyone to hold for more than a few seconds, but he was a dancer and his flexibility was something out of this world. I was sure that he hadn’t fully stretched himself when he removed his fingers and clambered on top of me again, but my worries were soon washed away when he lined my member underneath his entrance. He’d skipped foreplay, and was now rushing preparation, and it was then that I realised just how desperate he was for me; it was already too late for me to stop tainting him with my ways.
That night he rode me for the first time, but definitely not the last - I’ve lost count of how many times he’s shoved me down on a chair or against a kitchen counter or the bed at someone else’s house just so that he can bounce up and down on top of me and mewl in sheer delight. We had sex so many times that night that my dick was sore, and I expected that he would be too, but the next day he was up and out of bed before me without even a trace of sex in his step. Believe it or not, he’s always like that, and it seems that in actuality I’m the one suffering from our evening rendezvous, when you’d expect it to be the other way around. I’ve tried to tell him no on more than one occasion, but he simply teases me with his tongue, his hands, or even recently with dirty talk so that I am unable to resist or decline his advances until it’s too late.
After a few months, I eventually admitted to my friends about his tendencies; my body was constantly sore and the exhaustion was obvious in my eyes. As I expected, most of them laughed me off, telling me that I was too weak for sex and that I just needed to man up, but afterwards Yukwon took me aside and handed me a little book, telling me that it would ‘come in handy’ one day.
I shrugged off his words and accepted the gift, not getting round to actually look at it for a long while, and when I eventually flipped open the book I dropped it straight onto the floor. Just as my luck would give, Jongup walked into the room at just that moment and bent down to pick up the scattered pages before I even had a chance to hide it. I waited anxiously as he opened the bind and glanced down at the text, a suspenseful minute passing before he looked back up. There was this overly innocent smile on his face and a certain twinkle in his eye, and immediately I knew I was done for.
Author: awildneko
Pairing: Bangup
Rating: MA
Genre: romance, comedy
Word Count: 2,869
Summary: Sex with Jongup is one of the most exhausting things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
A/N: Because these two turn me into a right pervert.
Sex with Jongup is one of the most exhausting things I’ve ever experienced in my life.
Now don’t get me wrong; I love indulging the boy - my boy - I’d do anything he asks of me. I’d kiss his body all over, travel to the moon and back, buy all of the cats in town for him to keep as his own - hell I’d even gag him and tie his ankles up during sex if he wanted me to. It’s just that sometimes it takes a great effort on my part to meet his needs and wants. I worry that maybe I’m not enough for him, that I can’t give him all he wants, because even if my performance in bed has a reputation to inspire, I’ve never been with someone like him before. It’s something than can only be understood if you’ve dated someone with his stamina, his buzzing sense of restlessness -if you have I know that you’ll be nodding along with everything I say.
The first time we made love is still dear to me; it was his first time, and I wanted to show him how much I care about him with my body as well as my words. I made sure to lengthen out the foreplay, to help him relax and make sure that he knew I wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want me to. I think he already trusts me though - perhaps a little too much - the gentle smile lighting up his angelic face as he pulled me down for a kiss made me pause my ministrations and stare. I had to take a photograph of the sight with my eyes; drinking in his mussed up hair, his apple tinted cheeks, the way his eyes were filled with absolute love and adoration that was mine to keep. I felt like the luckiest man on the planet - I still do now every time he looks at me that way. As I pushed into him I tried with my utmost might to be gentle, kissing away the tears that formed as he was stretched to the limits and stopping until he was ready for me. I didn’t want to hurt him, and I almost pulled out as I had done the last time we came this far, but he urged me on with a sultry moan and an agonising roll of his hips so that I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I almost gave in too early when I took him that time. His heat was so painfully tight that I could feel my veins pulsing against his walls, and the moans he released were so lewd and erotic that they travelled straight down South making the need to move ever more urgent. It was heaven. It was only by sheer will that I managed to hold out until I had brought him to the brink of orgasm, the way he arches his back and calls my name during those times is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I didn’t want to let go of myself; I wanted to continue watching him fly out and reach pleasure at the height of the stars before returning back to the safety of my arms. But alas, the impending development of my own release soon caught up with me, the coil in my abdomen squeezing so tightly with the amass of pleasure that it was ready to spring apart at any moment. When I finally gave in, the image of the boy I so dearly loved writhing in ecstasy underneath me filled the back of my eyelids, so that I had something to further add to the rise of my orgasm in my momentarily blinded state. As I cried out his name I felt his delicate hands on my cheeks, pulling me down to snuggle against him so that I could not remove myself from his heat until morning. It was perfect. We were perfect. I thought we would always make love this way, that it could not get any better than this - at least for a while. I didn’t want to taint his innocence any more than was necessary - he has the purest soul and though I wanted to give him everything, I knew we had to take things slowly so as not to overwhelm him with my love.
At least that’s what I thought.
I’d heard before, from within my circle of friends as well as beyond the confines of university that athletes could make the most demanding lovers, in particular dancers and gymnasts. I myself do not partake in any sports activities, and at the time I had not dated anyone who did, so I let the information pass by me without taking it in. I’m not sure who started the conversation as I did not pay them my full attention, but if I had to guess, my bets would be on Kyung, either because he wanted to embarrass our friend Yukwon who is an avid dancer, or because the troll Sungyeol put him up to it, or perhaps even a combination of both. Whoever it was, I somewhat regret not listening to them, because surely the information that they spouted would have come in handy when dating Jongup.
As it were, I knew even before we began dating that Jongup was a dance student at the local university - Yukwon remembered seeing him around the dance studio - but it didn’t click in my mind that this could somehow relate to our future bedroom activities. When he agreed to be my boyfriend I still hadn’t linked the two together, it didn’t seem that important at the time, I was too intent on kindling our love and taking him out on the best dates he’d even experienced. Even when we progressed to holding each other under the covers I didn’t think of it, because as I mentioned before the pleasure was too much and at the time it seemed like he felt the same.
It wasn’t until the fifth time we had sex that I noticed a change.
We’d been apart for two weeks whilst I had to travel to the coast for part of my university course, to meet with a singer who would feature in my studio recordings, and it was clear as the sky in broad daylight that we’d missed each other terribly. I’d managed to keep myself together on the journey back, but as soon as I arrived at the airport I sought him out from the crowd. I didn’t have to look for long though, as I soon caught a glimpse of a blonde haired boy running full throttle towards me and in the next instance I was embraced by my lover.
At that moment Jongup clung to me as if his life depended on my existence, his tears wetting my shoulder only succeeded in making me feel even guiltier for leaving him. I cupped his chin and kissed his cheeks softly, rubbing the pad of my thumb across his skin to take away the shine fallen from his eyes. I smiled at him, slightly taken aback when he began kissing me fervently. I kissed him back for a while, sucking eagerly on his tongue until I realised exactly where we were. Much of the crowd around us in the Arrivals waiting room had turned to stare at us, some smiling, some gaping with their mouths hanging open like fish, and others wearing a frown on their face that I knew he would hate to see. When I looked down at us I noticed that our clothes hung dishevelled from our bodies; my collarbone was almost revealed from Jongup’s persistent hold on me, whilst his ankles had somehow lifted and locked securely around my waist in a rather provocative way. My bags had fallen carelessly to the floor, and I carefully unwound his legs so that I could collect them. He reached down to help me pick them up, but I grabbed hold of his hand and linked our fingers together as I led him out of the airport.
I drove us home (Jongup had travelled by bus when he came to meet me) smiling to myself as his head rested against my shoulder. It seemed as if he couldn’t get enough body contact, and I was fine with that because I had also missed him dearly, but when his hand slipped under my shirt and began caressing the skin of my chest and stomach I couldn’t help the shiver that took hold of my body. He’d never been so forward before. I tried to ignore his wandering hands and concentrate on my driving; the way he touched me was incredibly distracting to the point that I eventually gave up on driving and parked in a layby so that I could get him to stop.
It didn’t quite work.
Instead of letting go like I thought he would, as he would always have done before, he stealthily slipped out from his seat, transferring himself over from his side of the car and into my lap with a sense of ease that I agreed that no ordinary person could manage. The cogs in my brain finally started turning then, but all sense of thought was quickly interrupted when he reached down to place my hands that previously sat on the steering wheel on the two round cheeks of his bottom, before looping his hands around the back of my neck and grinding down against me, making me rise to attention much quicker than I would like to have admitted.
“J-jonguppie, what are you-” my question was immediately cut off by the feel of his soft lips pressing against mine, engaging in a heated kiss that reminded me just how addictive his kisses are. After a while, when our tongues were swollen from their workout and the need to breathe dominated over our lust, he pulled back, smiling innocently at me in a way that had me thinking I had been dreaming about what just happened.
Those thoughts were forgotten though, when my eyes followed as he swiped his nimble tongue across reddened lips and his eyes began to sparkle mischievously.
“I missed you hyung.” He sounded so innocent when he spoke, but at the same time his hands were under my shirt again and then trailing down to my belt buckle - it was more than obvious what he wanted. This was new to me, this needy and demanding Jongup had never appeared in front of me before, and I was at risk of falling under his spell and fucking him there and then, in that damn car.
But I would hate myself if I gave in to him; inside my cramped and beat up old car was definitely not the place for ‘I missed you’ sex.
Somehow, even with Jongup touching me in all my sensitive places and nibbling seductively on my collarbone, I managed to push him away. The pout he gave me made him look like a kicked puppy, and I had to hold myself back from kissing him again.
“J-jonguppie.” I managed to sound stern even in my breathless state, and he immediately bit his lip in fear of having done something to make me angry. “Baby,” I continued, the soft pet name making his shoulders relax slightly as he gazed at me with teary eyes. “Let’s not do this here-” he began to whine, but I held up a finger to his lips to quieten him. “-when we get home, I’ll let you do anything you want.”
“Anything?” He hesitantly asked and immediately brightened when I nodded, leaning forward to peck me on the lips before slipping back into his seat. I tried not to sigh at the loss of his body heat as I pulled out of the layby and drove on, probably exceeding the speed limit.
By the time we reached his flat I had managed to will down my excitement, and thought that he might have also calmed himself down as he sat in the passenger seat beside me. I was proved wrong however, when as soon as we entered the door he shoved me against the wall and attacked my lips with such ferocity that I wondered if he really was the Jonguppie I knew. Seconds later he dragged me to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed, climbing up on top of me to straddle my hips with his own. I wanted to switch our positions and continue with usual foreplay that we’d do before we took it any further, but when I tried to push him back and resume my dominance, he merely growled at me, biting harshly onto my neck to stop me from taking it any further.
I couldn’t help but stare. It felt as if I had unleashed a beast that resided within him, one that I had not foreseen to exist inside my seemingly fragile and innocent lover. In the next instant he had stripped me of my clothes, his nimble fingers working on my belt and then yanking my jeans down along with my boxers, setting me free of the confines of the material. His hungry eyes gazed at my dick as if it was a mouth-watering cookie that he wanted to eat, and eat it he did, his tongue working magic on the swollen head and his ministrations sending me to the heavens. The enticing heat of his mouth didn’t stay for long though, as soon he stepped back to strip himself of his own clothes and touch his already throbbing member. I tried to reach forward and help him out, the precum lapping down tempting me even more so, but he slapped my hands away and tried to glare at me, though in his lustful state it somewhat failed. The chuckle I released however, quickly died down when he growled again, a wild sound rippling from his throat going straight to my member and causing me to shiver.
I could only watch as he suckled on his fingers and leaned back to steady himself with one hand, his backside in full view as he stretched himself open for me. I could see the way his walls sucked in his fingers tightly, and it made my skin tingle with anticipation; I had to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning. The position he was in should have been painful for anyone to hold for more than a few seconds, but he was a dancer and his flexibility was something out of this world. I was sure that he hadn’t fully stretched himself when he removed his fingers and clambered on top of me again, but my worries were soon washed away when he lined my member underneath his entrance. He’d skipped foreplay, and was now rushing preparation, and it was then that I realised just how desperate he was for me; it was already too late for me to stop tainting him with my ways.
That night he rode me for the first time, but definitely not the last - I’ve lost count of how many times he’s shoved me down on a chair or against a kitchen counter or the bed at someone else’s house just so that he can bounce up and down on top of me and mewl in sheer delight. We had sex so many times that night that my dick was sore, and I expected that he would be too, but the next day he was up and out of bed before me without even a trace of sex in his step. Believe it or not, he’s always like that, and it seems that in actuality I’m the one suffering from our evening rendezvous, when you’d expect it to be the other way around. I’ve tried to tell him no on more than one occasion, but he simply teases me with his tongue, his hands, or even recently with dirty talk so that I am unable to resist or decline his advances until it’s too late.
After a few months, I eventually admitted to my friends about his tendencies; my body was constantly sore and the exhaustion was obvious in my eyes. As I expected, most of them laughed me off, telling me that I was too weak for sex and that I just needed to man up, but afterwards Yukwon took me aside and handed me a little book, telling me that it would ‘come in handy’ one day.
I shrugged off his words and accepted the gift, not getting round to actually look at it for a long while, and when I eventually flipped open the book I dropped it straight onto the floor. Just as my luck would give, Jongup walked into the room at just that moment and bent down to pick up the scattered pages before I even had a chance to hide it. I waited anxiously as he opened the bind and glanced down at the text, a suspenseful minute passing before he looked back up. There was this overly innocent smile on his face and a certain twinkle in his eye, and immediately I knew I was done for.