Candy
.18 Chansung/Chansung; candy
Chansung sighed, laying back on his bed and ripping open a packet of hard candies, pulling a lemon flavored treat from the bag and popping it in his mouth, grinning pleasurably at the warm flavor trickling over his taste buds.
There was just something about lemon that really set him off.
He raked a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower he had just taken and reached over across the night-stand, flicking the bedside lamp off so that the only source of light was what managed to filter in through the window from the city below.
The soft light was eerie and warm and it fascinated him the way it danced over his wet fingers as they moved, traveling down past the towel draped over his waist below to unknown regions.
He gasped, the sugary coating on the candy had dissolved and his mouth was filled with a bitter sourness, he bit his lip slightly.
He ran his thumb lazily over the head of his cock, spreading the slick substance down his shaft, shivering and panting at the pleasure. He stroked at a steady pace, the grip on his arousal tight and determined. He ran a hand over his chest, pausing to ghost over dusky nipples and let it creep lower, his fingers playing with the soft hairs on his abdomen, whimpering at the feeling of his strong muscles contracting beneath his palm.
He groaned, the candy was hard and smooth, running frictionless over his tongue, clanking against his teeth and teasing his senses.
He was so close, his back arched sharply, his legs shook with the effort and sweat ran over taut muscles.
He bit down, the candy dissolving into dozens of little sugary shards, the sweet flavor running over his lips.
He cried out, biting down on his fist to muffle his moans, his muscles spasming as his seed ran over his hand, landing on his clammy stomach.
He sighed happily, sated, leaning back against his headboard. He ran the towel over his crotch, cleaning up the mess.
He heard a knock on the door and a tentative greeting, “Dongsaeng, are you okay?”
He stood up, uncaring of the fact that his towel was left discarded on the floor. He reached into his bag of sweets and popped another lemon drop in his mouth, walking over to the door, smirking.
“Hey hyung, want some candy?”