TAT | MW [✔]

05. Mingyu

I'd never seen anything like it before. In the course of a few minutes, Wonwoo went from the strong, admirable, slightly too serious teacher that I'd met that morning to a whimpering, weeping, writhing horn-ball.

And I liked it.

"Let's get you to the bedroom," I said, kicking my way out of my jeans and standing.

I scooped Wonwoo, half undressed, into my arms as if he were a baby. He'd managed to get his shirt halfway off, and since I was naked at that point, it meant lots of skin-on-skin contact. Wonwoo was as hot as a furnace, and all that touching made me want to forget the bedroom and drop him to the floor so I could fuck him right then and there.

"Condoms, condoms," Wonwoo gasped, one arm flailing toward the stuff from the ESA backpack scattered across the sofa.

"I'll come back for them," I said as I walked around the sofa, nearly running toward the bedroom.

"Don't forget," he panted.

Part of me thought that was a ridiculous thing to say. A bigger part understood full well. I could hardly rub two brain cells together as I hurried into Wonwoo's bedroom and deposited him on the bed. I didn't have the presence of mind to notice anything about the room other than the queen-size bed.

It was like ripping off a patch of skin to leave Wonwoo there so that I could run back into the living room to get the box of condoms. My cock stood straight up, already leaking pre-cum, and my balls seemed to be expanding with seed instead of pulling up like they usually did during sex. With a fleeting, humorous smirk, I told myself I was gearing up to shoot the mother of all loads.

I grabbed more than just the condoms from the sofa. I took a package of wipes and the spermicide too. I probably should have shoved everything back into the backpack and taken it into the bedroom with me, but a groan from Wonwoo made me feel like there was a giant rubber band connecting us, and I had to race back into the bedroom with what I had.

I nearly dropped everything when I stepped back into the bedroom only to find Wonwoo on his hands and knees on the bed, his raised ass pointed toward me. His knees were spread far enough to leave him wide open, and his slightly dilated hole stood out against the pink flesh of his ass. Slick dripped from him like I'd never seen before, sliding down over his taint to spread across his balls. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it seemed to glisten like the juice of the most delicious fruit ever created.

"Fuck," I growled, marching to the bed and practically throwing everything I held onto the coverlet. "Fuck, that's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Fuck me, Mingyu," Wonwoo panted, writhing so that his hips made small, circular motions like I was already in him and he was milking my throbbing cock. "I need you inside me. Fuck me hard. I want all of you in me. Now. Now!"

I wanted that more than I wanted to breathe. My dick twitched and dripped like it never had before. But instead of just walking right up to Wonwoo and shoving inside, I positioned myself behind him and brushed my hands over the round globes of that spectacular ass of his.

He felt amazing—hot and smooth and soft. I needed to touch him, needed to mark him as if my hands were brands and they would leave scars. I smoothed my way up over his back and sides, then down over his ass to his thighs.

"Oh, God!" Wonwoo moaned. "Yes! More! Touch me more. Spank me. Bruise me. Claim me and take me!"

I nearly came right then, but somehow managed to hold it in. I'd never really been one for kink in the bedroom, but the urge to do everything Wonwoo wanted me to do was overpowering.

"You want it rough, omega?" I growled, bending over him so that my larger body encompassed his, speaking into his ear and fighting the urge to bite his lobe. My dick smacked against his crease as I did, getting coated with slick in the process, but I wasn't positioned right to penetrate him. I rubbed my throbbing cock over his dripping crease all the same. "You want this fat alpha dick in you?"