ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 93

~ 320 F, La Grande Maison, Haenan Acropolis: Apartment Complex, Itaewon-dong, Yongsan-gu, Seoul

"One" Minho moaned, biting the inside of his mouth as his back curled against the wall behind him. He grabbed Wookyung's collar, forehead pressed into his shoulder as he felt him thrust, not even all the way inside yet. "Two..." "Three..." "Four" "F-fi..." Minho could barely utter, feeling his weight sink down against him, taking him deeper. Pleasure coursed through his body, making him twitch and feel faint, goosebumps raised on his skin despite the hot water.

He gulped, tongue in a knot as he felt his tip at his core, pathetically taking his thrusts and felt Wookyung stop, yelping to action as he moved his lips as best he could. "Sev... eigh... ten... no... twel... sorry" he mumbled like a fool as Wookyung gripped his waist tighter, sinewy fingers moulding into the creamy skin of his body, the soft curve of his butt and thighs, the flesh squeezing out the outline of his hands. 

"I barely started, love... try and keep up" Wookyung cooed, slowing down with the failing strength of his voice and picking his pace back up the more his baby tried, his veins swelled up from the steam of the shower, the tightness around his girth and the strain from holding Minho's beautiful body up. "Thir.. y... thirty... uhh..." Minho fought his losing composure, hands limp from where he was holding onto Wookyung while his back pressed harder into the wall behind him in hopes of staying up. 

Minho choked up, drawing a sharp breath as he felt pressure on his prostate, almost cumming. He teared up, feeling Wookyung pull out as he clutched his back, hand inching down to his waist, pushing a hand into his pants to grip his behind, guiding him into him and spreading his legs more for him. Wookyung leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Minho's "Not yet" he smiled a little and tilted his face to take Minho's blushing lower lip between his teeth. 

Minho squeezed his eyes shut, fumbling with Wookyung's wet shirt buttons and roughly tugging them until they broke their stitches in lust to touch his beautiful chest, digging his nails into his tan skin as he felt the sharp pain in his lips, parting them readily to accept his kiss. The shower water beat down on them as their kiss grew frenetic and needy, tongues folding against each other as Minho visibly drooled. 

"I'm going back in" Wookyung moaned, breaking away only for Minho to pull him in desperately, feeling him slide back inside as he whimpered, counting from where he left off. His steamy breath shakily exhaled in his lover's mouth, his thoughts loosely connected only to speak for the sake of being pumped consistently enough to reach climax. He feverishly planted little kisses on Wookyung's lips, desperate for his taste as he counted in between. 

"Sixty-one... sixty-two... sixty... uh... three... four..." he wrapped his legs tighter around his midsection, urging his deeper, begging for his cock to venture into the crux of his pleasure. Wookyung could tell by his yearning body, the spasm in his walls, and his whole being begging for him as he gently encouraged him. "That's right" he thrust into him "Keep up with me... use your words... tell me how good I'm fucking you" he groaned, watching as Minho's eyes rolled back up, his luscious lips still uttering.

"Eigh..." he sputtered helplessly "Eighty-five... eighty six... eighty... seven..." Minho felt himself losing grip, yanking Wookyung's shirt open across his shoulders and feeling his robust muscles rippling as he thrust with ease yet with such vigour. Minho arched his back, hugging him tighter and slipping his hands under the shirt on his back, his nipples flushing to erection due to the friction. Every part of him grew mottled with rushing blood. 

"Get yourself together" Wookyung gently coaxed him as he giddily held on to his collar, nearly slipping off. "Ninety-nine... hundred... hundred nnghh..." Minho felt himself drowning in the waves, his walls pulsating involuntarily, his cock twitching to burst, senses blurring out as he peaked into euphoria. He grew self-seeking at that moment. Lusted into animalistic gain. He felt himself rubbing on his lover, the wet fabric of Wookyung's pants drawing him to pleasure.