The Legacy (Underworld 1) JC

33: The Late Lunch

Smut ahead!

"Oh my god, please don't finish that sentence."
Seungcheol chuckled and trailed his index finger down to circle Jeonghan's hole, easing in past the ring of muscle. Jeonghan breathed and tried to keep from tensing. Seungcheol took his cock in his other hand to distract him from the initial odd sensation and matched the rhythm of his hand with his finger. He managed to draw a moan out of Jeonghan, and slowly pushed another finger alongside the first. Jeonghan clenched his teeth, a line drawing between his eyebrows. The second finger was when it'd get better, but it'd hurt more first.

Seungcheol worked him over slowly, keeping his eyes on him for signs of distress. By this point he could mostly decipher his reactions, and Jeonghan would always let him know what he wanted. Their first time, Seungcheol kept panicking at the slightest grimace on Jeonghan's face. The slight sting was only temporary though. They just needed to take their time and go gentle.
Seungcheol dropped a kiss to Jeonghan's thigh propped up beside him. The stretch had started to feel good, hints of sparks flaring inside of him. He relaxed into the sheets and closed his eyes to let the feeling envelope him. Seungcheol quickened the pace, curling his fingers up, searching, twisting his wrist on the upstroke of his cock.

Jeonghan jolted as pleasure shook him, moaning loudly. Another finger was added and he dug his head into the pillow, gasping, quick thrusts blazing though him.

He clutched at the sheets with his head thrown back, undulating his hips to meet each thrust of Seungcheol's fingers. Every brush against that sweet spot sending toe-curling shocks through him. He had to bat Seungcheol's hand away from his cock and squeeze the base to keep his orgasm at bay.

Seungcheol was panting at the sight of him but understood and removed his fingers to tear the condom open and roll it onto himself, his breath stuttering at the touch after having focused his attention solely on Jeonghan. He applied more lube and went to position himself back between his legs, but Jeonghan pulled him down with a gleam in his eye and flipped them over.
Seungcheol laid shocked underneath him, a nervous laugh leaving Jeonghan at the sight.
"I want to try something," He breathed. He searched Seungcheol's eyes, who seemed confused but nodded easily. Jeonghan took a breath and sat up, moving back so he was hovering over the hips below him. Seungcheol gaped in realization and looked up with him with wide eyes, amazed.

A rush of confidence filled Jeonghan at that. They've never done this before, but he'd wanted to for a while, imagined riding Seungcheol more times than he could count.

He smirked down at him. He wanted to torture him a bit.

He dragged a hand through his own hair and trailed it down his neck and chest, holding his gaze. His mouth opened in a soft breath when he brushed over his nipple and Seungcheol groaned. His hand continued down, Seungcheol's captivated eyes following every movement, before reaching back to line himself up over his cock.

Jeonghan leaned over Seungcheol, holding his chest for leverage. He took a breath and eased himself down. His head fell forward, hair curtaining his face. The stretch was worse than three fingers, but he just needed a moment. He wanted this. His eyes clenched shut, his focus on working himself down in short thrusts, the friction helping to cut through the burn.
He felt hands rub up his thighs and looked up through his hair. What he saw sent warmth through his chest and pooling in his stomach. Seungcheol was watching him with such adoration and desire Jeonghan ached with it.
"You're—fuck, you're incredible."

Seungcheol sounded wrecked, but he didn't have an ounce of disbelief in his voice. That's what got to Jeonghan the most. He said it like a fact, like something he'd always known to be true deep in his bones.

"I love you," he said fervently. He needed Seungcheol to understand, to know his affections were matched completely and wholly. That he loved this sweet, kind-hearted boy down to his core.