BL ONESHOTS : THAI SERIES

JoongDunk Pt. 2

Dunk nods obediently, nearly choking out a "yes sir," but he stifles it. Joong turns Dunk around roughly and pushes him forward, making Dunk stumble but it was those little hints at his innate dominance that got Dunk that much more worked up.

Joong finds a hallway before Dunk does. It's one of those dead end ones that lead to a one-room unisex toilet and a supply closet. Joong is far too impatient to get Dunk into one of those rooms; he just shoves his chest into the wall. Joong kneels behind Dunk and Dunk anxiously looks down the hallway to the other one it branches off. Nobody there. No footsteps. He's wrenched from his thoughts by Joong wrenching Dunk's jeans and boxers down under his ass and Joong grabs the plug by the base, turning it a bit inside him as he kisses the base of Dunk's back.

"Do you like the new plug babe?" Joong asks, his breath ghosting, and Dunk bites his lip.

"Yeah," he says. "It seems a lot bigger than the last..."

"Because it is," Joong says. He tugs on it and Dunk's breath hitches as it slides out after a bit of pulling. Joong smiles, setting it down. Dunk's ass had adjusted to the plug and he's stretched so he's gaping just a bit, maybe about the width of Joong's thumb. Joong smirks. He lifts his fingers to Dunk's hole and he runs a finger around it, making tingles go through his ass, spreading over his cheeks and bolting through his spine, making it slightly arch, kind of teasing inside him a bit, and Dunk feels so hopelessly exposed. "You're so nice and stretched out for me, babe."

"I know," Dunk says softly, just loud enough for Joong to hear. Joong spreads him apart and spits, half inside of him. The spit slowly slides its way inside him, making each inch it touches fire up like a spark through a fuse, making his insides hot and wet, making them ache with a subtle heat. Hot, ready. Then Joong's tongue is inside of him. His hands are rough on his ass and his tongue is working circles and Dunk melts into the wall, moaning softly, breath shaking. " Joong," he whispers.

"It's okay baby," Joong murmurs into Dunk's skin. He keeps going at him and Dunk rocks up onto his toes, trying to grab the wall, but it's a paint-smooth surface. Fuck. He drops his forehead against the wall as Joong's tongue finds its way deeper and he moans softly, quietly. "Shhh," Joong whispers. Dunk whimpers.

"Joong, please," he chokes out.

"Please what?" Joong asks.

"Please stop teasing," Dunk whines.

"I'm not," Joong says, snaking a finger inside of him easily. He quickly finds Dunk's most sensitive spot and Dunk's breath shudders. He shakes his head.

"If you weren't you'd just fuck me," Dunk says sharply under his breath. Joong doesn't say anything in response, just slaps him on the ass. Joong did always love doing that, especially when he could lay Dunk over his lap and spank him until his cheeks were hot red. Dunk can almost feel the grin on Joong's face. Joong moves behind him, standing, his fingers leaving him and Dunk hears his jeans being undone. Finally. Dunk leans his chest into the wall and arches his back, purposefully rocking his ass out. He looks back over his shoulder and watches Joong, watches as Joong looks down at his cock as he sinks into Dunk.....

Dunk purrs happily, resting his head against the wall. He'd been waiting for this all night. Joong pushes up against him, pushes him harder into the wall, and Joong's hips start moving. Dunk's head drops back on Joong's shoulder. Joong's mouth latches to Dunk's throat, teeth scraping over his pulse as it picks up with Joong's hips. Dunk pants, and it's the only sound audible other than these little soft grunts Joong makes and the metal notions on their jeans knocking. Then Joong speeds up a bit more and this tiny little slapping sound joins the other noises.

" Joong," Dunk gasps. He's doing that thing where he's purposely aiming just around Dunk's nerve bundle but avoiding hitting it. Joong smirks, teeth nipping Dunk's ear.

"What," he whispers.

"Fuck," Dunk hisses. He rocks up onto his toes, hips pressed against the wall in some lame attempt to get some friction in his jeans. He nearly growls, growing more desperate by the thrust. Dunk pants, gasps, whimpers, moans, anything to distract himself from the growing pull in his hips. " Joong," he whines. He can feel his boxers sticking to the precum on the too-sensitive head of his cock. " Joong. JOONG."

"Shh," Joong whispers, and Dunk wants to know how the fuck he's staying so calm. Joong's fucking him harder now, not quite faster, but definitely harder. One of his hands moves from Dunk's hip to his shoulder to get a bit more leverage, and that's enough to shift their hips just that half-inch or so that sends Joong's head pressing into Dunk's spot and Dunk inhales as if he's been holding his breath. Joong quickly reaches a hand around and clamps it over Dunk's mouth to stifle the needy moan that comes out. "Shhh," Joong repeats. "We're in a public hallway you dick."