Heeseung’s lips parted, eyes locked on Jay’s as he leaned in, taking him in slowly.
The warmth of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue, sent a shudder through Jay’s body.
His fingers tightened again in Heeseung’s hair, guiding him to take more, urging him further, deeper.
Heeseung obeyed, moving with care, his hands steady on Jay’s thighs as he moved, his mouth skilled, practiced.
Jay’s breathing grew ragged, his pulse quickening as he watched Heeseung, the way his lips stretched around him, the way his eyes stayed locked on Jay’s, never once looking away, as if daring him to break first.
Heeseung’s tongue swirled, sending jolts of pleasure through Jay that made him grip harder.
The mirror behind Heeseung reflected their tangled forms, the image both surreal and intensely intimate.
The delicate lace still clung to Heeseung’s body, reminding Jay of the very thing that had started all of this.
That forbidden design, a fantasy he never intended to live.
Yet here they were, in the thick of it, both of them crossing lines neither could step back from.
Heeseung’s mouth moved faster now, his pace quickening as Jay’s breath turned into low growls of pleasure.
Jay's hand gripped tighter, guiding the rhythm, losing himself in the sensation, in the power he now held over Heeseung, his control absolute.
But as Heeseung continued, his hands slid up Jay’s thighs, nails lightly dragging across his skin.
It wasn’t just submission in Heeseung’s touch.
It was hunger, a need that matched Jay’s own.
Jay could feel it in the way Heeseung moved, the way his body reacted with every flick of his tongue, every soft exhale.
Jay’s other hand came up, cupping Heeseung’s jaw, his thumb brushing over the ribbon still around his neck.
The fabric had loosened, but it remained, a symbol of the restraint Jay had once clung to.
Now, it only served as a reminder of how far they had gone, how deep they were in this together.
“You like this, don’t you?”
Heeseung nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he hollowed his cheeks, taking Jay deeper until a sharp gasp escaped Jay’s lips.
Jay’s grip tightened in Heeseung’s hair, his fingers curling harshly around the strands.
The sharp tug earned a muffled groan from Heeseung, his eyes widening slightly but filled with a dark, twisted pleasure.
Jay’s breath was shallow now, control slipping away with every passing second.
"That's enough teasing."
Jay said, his voice lower, rougher. He tugged Heeseung's head back sharply, forcing him to stop.
"I know you want more than this. You think I don’t see it?”
Heeseung’s lips parted, a shiver running down his spine.
“I do.”
Heeseung murmured, his voice breathless but eager, his lips wet.
Jay’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk.
"You’re gonna get it."
Without warning, Jay shoved Heeseung back, forcing him down onto his cock firmly.
Heeseung’s head snapped back slightly from the force, but he didn’t resist.
A muffled moan escaped him, his hands bracing against Jay’s thighs.
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Million dollar baby | heejay
Fanfiction"What can a man do to have you, Heeseung?" "That's the thing, Jay. You can't just have me. I'm not something you can possess. But if you're asking how you can keep my attention..You'd have to give me something worth staying for." "What would that be...
