It's Not A Love Story | Yeonbin

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Sloppy kisses and low moans filled the dully lit apartment. "Soobin-" He huffed, throwing his head back in full pleaser upon feeling his lips gliding down his body. His breath was shortened and cut off, the movement of the other being on him was to much to take. "Soobin-" he cried his name once more, closing his eyes as it was to hard to keep them open. He bit the back of his red knuckles, while his other hand roughly gripped at the sheets that were finally back and cleaned. His chest moved slowly up and down in the same rhythm of his breath that matched his heart. He didn't know how much more of this he could handle. It hurt just the right amount to the point it would turn in to pure pleasure.

"Soobin-I'm close-" He called out again making the other nearly let out a half grunt as he fastened his pace.

Yeonjun gasped, his back arching higher then before. He reached for a pillow and grabbed it in his arms, tugging it tightly. It laid on his chest but was close enough to his face that he could bite the corner of it. He held the end of the pillow in between his teeth, tugging it tightly in-between them and his arms. His face was red and hot, his hair scattered around the sheets under him. He glanced his eyes down just slightly while still bitting the pillow, it was the only way to keep his moans in and ease the sensual pain.

Soobin looked up through his damp bangs, locking their eyes as he continued to move. He saw Yeonjuns teary puppy gaze looking back at him, he felt his heart stop in that very moment. He looked so innocent and sweet but his actions spoke the exact opposite. Soobin was so lucky to have him.

He lingered on that thought, and slowed down his pace. His hips dragged out leaving the boy twitching at the lose. The stillness lingered on more, Yeonjun still locking their eyes as he let out a whimper. The droll stained pillow still laid in between his whining lips.

He craved more, he needed the feeling of him in side. But Soobin stopped giving it too him, making the painful urge worsen the longer he didn't get to finish.

His chest that was once slowly rising and dropping now sped up to an unbelievable pace as his whined lingered on. Huffing as he needed more right then and there other wise he was sure to go mad.

Soobin had to stop, trying to keep it in was hard when he saw Yeonjun looking at him the way he did. His voice was so alluring that it made it impossible to contain. Soobins breath was hard as his eyes wondered down Yeonjun bare body. How beautiful he always was.

Soobin took in a deep breath and roughly gripped at his hips, pulling him down as he forcefully pushed himself back in. In that instant he reached his sweet spot.

Yeonjuns voice went an octave higher as the pillow fell off of him. He reached his hands out, trying to reach for something else but the only thing his fingers met with was Soobins chest. Soobin was sitting over him so it was hard to grip but Soobin noticed how he desperately needed to grasp something and so he bent down so he could latch on. Yeonjun flung his legs in the air, locking them around Soobin back along with his arms. His nails dragged down his skin the harder he felt the boy touch that spot.

The headboard pounded on the wall behind him, bed squeaking with song like moans and deep husky grunts and gasp for air left both their lips. They were both so close.

Then it happened.

Yeonjun reached his head up, his breath unsteady and hot, fanning over Soobins ear before he bit down on the lob, tugging it in between his lips. This caused Soobins eyes to roll back as he dropped his head, breathing so deep as they finished roughly at the same time. Yeonjuns mess laid on both their chest while Soobins poured out of him once he pulled out.