f: belt
→ belt | NC17 | yunho/yoochun | 646wc
→ Yoochun's belt is too tight. And Yunho doesn't like it.
Incessantly tugging on the belt, Yunho lifts his eyes and leers impatiently at the breathless man lying on the bed underneath him. Shallow breathing stops momentarily as the curly haired male looks down and meets the irritate gaze of the man between his legs. Yoochun appears absolutely debauched and ravished and he can’t wait to be devoured some more.
“What’s wrong?” his voice sounds gruff and deep.
Smouldering eyes doesn’t even flicker once, “Your belt is too tight.”
No shit, Sherlock.
“God, does it matter?” Yoochun lifts himself up with his elbows on the bed. “Just take it off.”
Yunho doesn’t relent, “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Why is your belt too tight?”
Hating how the other man stalls and ignores the obvious problem in his pants, Yoochun drops back on the bed. “It’s supposed to protect me for the rest of the night.”
Yunho cocks his head to the side, “What for?” he then takes in the soft lighting that falls on his lover’s soft, pale skin. His lips itch to mark every inch of his body. Some of the patches he left last night were already fading and needs to be redone.
Sighing at the leader’s question, wondering whether he was feigning innocence or not, Yoochun shrugs, “I thought it’s best to stop for a while.” Everybody could notice the limp in his steps, the slowness of his movements and his inability to stretch his limbs properly. The weekend he spent with Yunho in a secluded place somewhere in the countryside literally broke him. With the Japan showcase looming closely, he ought to protect his body from Yunho’s rough advances.
Apparently, that is definitely not working at all.
Yunho raises an eyebrow like a pro, “Like a chastity belt?” his hands start to move deftly, removing the offending material off his boyfriend’s waist. “Do you want me to stop?” his voice goes an octave lower.
Groaning, Yoochun grabs the back of his head and pulls him closer, “Shut up and kiss me,” all thoughts were forgotten the moment he feels those lips moving sensually against his. What was he thinking? There’s no way he can deny himself this kind of pleasure. This kind of happiness. Yunho hovering above him, possessing him, loving him.
The belt and the rest of their clothes were strewn all over the motel’s barely furnished room.
With a sharp intake of breath, Yoochun bites his lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds. His hands cease their desperate scratching on his back as he steadied himself, keeping both of them in place.
Yunho vaguely wonders at the obvious pleasure Yoochun receives from having his cock buried within him. Gripping the slim hips, Yunho thrusts forward, driving himself all the way in and causing vocal pleasure to sound from them both.
As the heated friction builds up, Yoochun clings around his chest and showers his cheek with open-mouthed kisses. He thrusts back to meet Yunho’s movements, whimpering cries escaping his reddening lips. The slapping sound began to rise at every passing second.
“Harder!” Yoochun cries desperately, hands scrambling to hold onto something.
“Fuck,” Yunho’s face scrunches in concentration, unable to control the increasing pace of his pounding into the moaning man as hard as possible.
Yoochun’s release comes quicker than his. His small body shakes uncontrollably at the force of his orgasm, hand gently tugging the length of his cock, milking every bit of come and messing his and Yunho’s chest.
The taller man wasn’t too far behind. Several more times of thrusting, clenching walls grips him and forces probably one of most mindboggling ejaculation he has ever experienced in days.
Once it was over, Yunho drops on the bed next to him and the two shares another heated kiss.
“That belt stays on the floor ‘cos I’m not done with you,” Yunho whispers and Yoochun hums in delight.
end
→ Yoochun's belt is too tight. And Yunho doesn't like it.
Incessantly tugging on the belt, Yunho lifts his eyes and leers impatiently at the breathless man lying on the bed underneath him. Shallow breathing stops momentarily as the curly haired male looks down and meets the irritate gaze of the man between his legs. Yoochun appears absolutely debauched and ravished and he can’t wait to be devoured some more.
“What’s wrong?” his voice sounds gruff and deep.
Smouldering eyes doesn’t even flicker once, “Your belt is too tight.”
No shit, Sherlock.
“God, does it matter?” Yoochun lifts himself up with his elbows on the bed. “Just take it off.”
Yunho doesn’t relent, “Why?”
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Why is your belt too tight?”
Hating how the other man stalls and ignores the obvious problem in his pants, Yoochun drops back on the bed. “It’s supposed to protect me for the rest of the night.”
Yunho cocks his head to the side, “What for?” he then takes in the soft lighting that falls on his lover’s soft, pale skin. His lips itch to mark every inch of his body. Some of the patches he left last night were already fading and needs to be redone.
Sighing at the leader’s question, wondering whether he was feigning innocence or not, Yoochun shrugs, “I thought it’s best to stop for a while.” Everybody could notice the limp in his steps, the slowness of his movements and his inability to stretch his limbs properly. The weekend he spent with Yunho in a secluded place somewhere in the countryside literally broke him. With the Japan showcase looming closely, he ought to protect his body from Yunho’s rough advances.
Apparently, that is definitely not working at all.
Yunho raises an eyebrow like a pro, “Like a chastity belt?” his hands start to move deftly, removing the offending material off his boyfriend’s waist. “Do you want me to stop?” his voice goes an octave lower.
Groaning, Yoochun grabs the back of his head and pulls him closer, “Shut up and kiss me,” all thoughts were forgotten the moment he feels those lips moving sensually against his. What was he thinking? There’s no way he can deny himself this kind of pleasure. This kind of happiness. Yunho hovering above him, possessing him, loving him.
The belt and the rest of their clothes were strewn all over the motel’s barely furnished room.
With a sharp intake of breath, Yoochun bites his lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds. His hands cease their desperate scratching on his back as he steadied himself, keeping both of them in place.
Yunho vaguely wonders at the obvious pleasure Yoochun receives from having his cock buried within him. Gripping the slim hips, Yunho thrusts forward, driving himself all the way in and causing vocal pleasure to sound from them both.
As the heated friction builds up, Yoochun clings around his chest and showers his cheek with open-mouthed kisses. He thrusts back to meet Yunho’s movements, whimpering cries escaping his reddening lips. The slapping sound began to rise at every passing second.
“Harder!” Yoochun cries desperately, hands scrambling to hold onto something.
“Fuck,” Yunho’s face scrunches in concentration, unable to control the increasing pace of his pounding into the moaning man as hard as possible.
Yoochun’s release comes quicker than his. His small body shakes uncontrollably at the force of his orgasm, hand gently tugging the length of his cock, milking every bit of come and messing his and Yunho’s chest.
The taller man wasn’t too far behind. Several more times of thrusting, clenching walls grips him and forces probably one of most mindboggling ejaculation he has ever experienced in days.
Once it was over, Yunho drops on the bed next to him and the two shares another heated kiss.
“That belt stays on the floor ‘cos I’m not done with you,” Yunho whispers and Yoochun hums in delight.
end