Sunghoon's breath quickened as he unbuttoned his pants, the anticipation building with each movement.
He reached and took his cock into his hand, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of Heeseung's hair, the grip firm and commanding.
Heeseung winced slightly but didn't resist.
Sunghoon stood up, positioning himself at Heeseung's open mouth.
Heeseung waited, his heart pounding in his chest.
His thighs pressed together, a futile attempt to control the arousal that was becoming increasingly difficult to hide.
His bound hands rested over his own boxers, trying to conceal the hardness beneath, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.
The shame of his own desire mingled with the overwhelming need to be claimed, to be completely under Sunghoon's control.
Heeseung's eyes flickered up to meet Sunghoon's, a mix of anticipation and embarrassment swirling in their depths.
He couldn't believe how easily Sunghoon's presence alone could stir such intense feelings within him.
The proximity, the power dynamic, the sheer dominance exuded by Sunghoon made Heeseung's pulse race and his body respond in ways that both thrilled and shamed him.
Sunghoon smirked, noticing Heeseung's attempts to hide his arousal.
"Don't be ashamed," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing growl.
"You look perfect like this."
Sunghoon tightened his grip on Heeseung's hair, guiding his head closer.
The tip of Sunghoon's cock brushed against Heeseung's lips, and he felt a rush of heat, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding through him.
"Open wider," Sunghoon commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Heeseung complied, parting his lips further, his eyes locked onto Sunghoon's.
He could feel the intensity of Sunghoon's gaze, the hunger and possessiveness that made his heart race.
The feeling of being so completely at Sunghoon's mercy, so utterly dominated, sent a twisted thrill through him.
Sunghoon's smile deepened, and he slowly pushed forward, the pressure on Heeseung's hair increasing as he guided himself into Heeseung's mouth.
As Sunghoon began to move, the sensation of being filled, of being taken, overwhelmed Heeseung.
His bound hands clenched into fists, the leather belt digging into his wrists, a stark reminder of his position.
Despite the shame, or perhaps because of it, Heeseung felt a deep, consuming sense of belonging.
Sunghoon's thrusts quickened, each motion sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through Heeseung.
The increased pace made Heeseung moan, the sound muffled but unmistakable.
Sunghoon's grip on Heeseung's hair tightened, and he began to push Heeseung's head forward, guiding him to take him deeper.
The pressure and movement caused Heeseung to gag slightly, but he didn't pull away.
Instead, he opened his eyes just enough to look up at Sunghoon, their gaze locking.
The sight that met Sunghoon's eyes was one he would never forget.
Heeseung's eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears, the corners of his eyes wet with emotion.
His face was flushed, a mixture of shame, pleasure, and complete surrender.
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my favorite stalker | heehoon
Hayran Kurgu"The police won't do anything, Heeseung. You have no proof, just messages. Besides, they won't understand us." "There is no us. You're delusional. I don't want this. You need to stop." "You don't get to decide when it stops. I do." Stalker Sunghoon...
