𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 [JoongDunk]

ᴄʜ-16 ᴡɪʟᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

The next day, as Joong entered the florist shop, his gaze lingered on Dunk in a way it hadn't before. He found himself noticing the small details—the way Dunk's eyes crinkled when he smiled, the graceful curve of his hands as he arranged flowers, the softness of his voice as he spoke.

With each passing moment, Joong's awareness of Dunk's presence grew more acute, a newfound appreciation blossoming within him. He couldn't deny the undeniable pull of Dunk's charm, the magnetic allure that seemed to draw him in closer with each passing moment.

As they exchanged casual conversation and laughter, Joong found himself drawn to Dunk in a way he hadn't anticipated. His heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, the line between friendship and something more blurring with each passing moment.

As Joong left the shop, his mind buzzed with thoughts of Dunk, his presence lingering like the scent of flowers on a warm breeze. 

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the bathroom's small window. Joong stood below the running water, the cool water lapping at his fingers. His mind drifted to what happened a few hours back when he had actually noticed Dunk clearly. 

There was something about the way Dunk had glanced at him from across the room, the way his eyes had shown pure kindness. It was as if Dunk had been giving him a sign with his eyes, and Joong couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire coursing through him.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tile, and slid his hands down and began to stroke his hardening length. The thought of Dunk's bottom, round and inviting, begging to be taken, filled his mind.

He imagined Dunk's soft moans filling the air as he took him from behind, his powerful thrusts driving deep into that perfect ass. The mental image was enough to send shivers down his spine.

He stroked himself faster, imagining it was Dunk's hole around his length, feeling the heat and the need pouring off of him. He felt himself getting closer, bracing himself with one hand as he continued to stroke his cock with the other.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of his skin against the smooth tile, the feel of his cock in his hand, and the image of Dunk's eager ass. With a groan, he came, his hot seed spilling over his hand and dripping to the ground.

When the throbbing in his groin subsided, Joong straightened up, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. He wasn't sure if Dunk felt the same way he did, but he knew he had to find out.