"I'll show you everything."
His tone was deep, husky and impossibly sexy. What on earth was I getting myself into? Having no idea what to expect, I simply watched him kiss and nip at my flesh.
He had this all planned out; his knowing gaze locked in mine – all dirty thoughts and wicked intentions – and slid his thumb over the sensitive head of my cock. I winced at the sudden rush of pleasure through my body, watching delight flash across Percy's features. I didn't usually leak this much, but his lips and tongue knew precisely what they were doing and his hot brown eyes in mine was surprisingly arousing.
I didn't attempt to stop him, but I complained the moment he moved his cheeky kisses a little too far up my thigh.
"Per-cc-yy ..." I warned, but my wavering tone seemed to do naught but amuse him.
"Yes, Suga?" I felt his lips form those words and shuddered.
Coherency escaped me. "Mmmmhh..." His ministrations on my angry hardness slowed and became gentle. My eyes slid shut.
It wasn't too disappointing that his hand slipped away from its grip on me, but I yelped when his arm wrapped around my waist and yanked my hips up. Holding me on a diagonal with the bed, Percy grinned down at my shocked expression. My hands flattened on the bed and my legs attempted to wrap around his shoulders for support, just out of surprise, of course.
"Y-yah!" I complained.
"God, you look so grotty like this," Percy murmured, staring down at me with lidded, lust-filled eyes.
"Fuck you," I hissed, too curious and aroused to pull away from him.
My jaw went slack when his mouth came back to my thigh. I tolerated it for a while, leaning into his strong arm around me.
Shock coursed through me when his tongue slipped into the crease between my ass and thigh. I gripped the sheets and moaned.
"Ss... Per-Percy ... Hhnn..." I felt a fluttery sort of pleasure as he nuzzled the soft flesh there.
That accelerated the moment he bit me.
"A-aaahhh! Yah!" I cried, but it was certainly not an attempt to make him stop as much as to express my embarrassment about how much I enjoyed that. How dare he make me enjoy this?
I bit my lip as he nibbled and sucked, probably leaving marks. He stopped for just a second, admiring the effect he had on me, and then looked back between my legs. I really despised it when he just looked at me like that, like he had never seen anything so hot. It was bad when he was looking at my face or my bare torso, but that was never as bad as when he was looking at my ass. I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die when he stared there; my stomach filled with sickness and I always tried to make him stop.
"Jesus christ, Percy ," I groaned and untangled my legs from his shoulders.
He sensed my discomfort and moved his lusty gaze to my eyes. That look always pinned me and my legs relaxed back around him. He, with that expression, actually looked really fucking hot.
I'd never imagined letting him do this before – it had seemed much too gross and embarrassing – but nothing seemed too gross right at that moment. My body warmed even further, heating up to dangerous levels. All fight evaporated and I wanted him in the most physical way. He didn't need to reassure me; apparently my eyes said it all this time.
His gaze left mine for a short moment and my thighs and stomach shuddered at the sight of saliva dripping from his lips. The feel of it in the crease of my ass caused a squeaky sigh. His hand tightened on my hip. Gently, the hot, wet muscle of his tongue licked a stripe from my hole to my balls.
My mouth flew open and a stuttered sound rumbled from my throat. Percy's hand on my thigh moved to my waist, shifting me slightly so his head was buried even further between my legs. It wasn't gentle, the way he kissed and sucked at my entrance, and I writhed beneath him, my arms crossing over my eyes as I allowed him to hold me up.
It was exactly the way he kissed my mouth, and that thought caused a shudder of disgust in my gut. That feeling was quickly covered by a hot stab of arousal through my whole body. I knew he wanted me to relax; I knew he wanted his tongue inside me. That thought alone made me clench up everywhere, exactly the opposite of what I wanted to do. His gaze pinned me again and god there was just something so hot about the way he looked at me while his tongue probed at my entrance. I took a few long deep breaths and relaxed those muscles. Percy seemed to know, as always, exactly how to get what he wanted. I bit my lip while he pushed one of my legs by the underside of my knee and folded it against my chest. He held my ankle and glanced at me again. I was sure 'dangerously turned-on' was the only emotion he could express, but then a grin pulled at one corner of his lips and I closed my eyes to block it. I really didn't need his stupid face ruining this moment for me.
His tongue felt impossible; soft yet strong, flexible and delicately specific. It was like nothing his fingers or even his cock could do to me. Shuddering and holding in throaty cries, I begged him to stop and let me catch my breath. My weight was laid back down gently on his mattress. For a few long moments I caught my breath, watching him slide off the bed to retrieve a small tube of clear liquid.
The distance between us was barely two metres and lasted no more than three breaths, but I felt the separation hit me like a ton of bricks and I suddenly craved him back. The moment he was in reach my fingers were stroking down his arm and linking with his. After a short hesitation, a silence between us, Percy pulled my hand to his shorts.
Our eyes met and the soft skin under the waistband of his underwear felt so warm under my fingers. I could barely believe the shudder that coursed through me at the sight of his completely bare body, kneeling confidently between my thighs. To his amusement, I covered my face and took a few deep, calming breaths.
Something gently tapped on my knee and I peeked out from under my fingers. Percy handed me the bottle of lube mumbling "when you're ready..."
The familiar yet alarmingly new feeling of my fingers wrapped around his cock seemed to surprise and enthral us both. I'd forgotten how slick the lube felt, and how much I liked Percy's stuttering breaths. His nails left crescents in my thighs which only stung when he let go.
"Isaya... ugh, Isaya yah..." He held me by my hips, seemingly captivated by the nervous, pumping of my wrist.
It didn't seem like long before he was panting and his cock was dark red and throbbing in my hand. "It's... I mean... I think you're... um..." It shouldn't have been so hard to say.
Percy groaned a little before nodding and pulling my hand away. Moving my eyes to a random blank wall in his room, I rested my arm back on his sheets, holding my slick, sticky hand off the bed as though it was infected with something.
With a gentle tap against my thigh, Percy asked me to roll over.
"Wh-why?" I asked, already in the process of doing so.
"Because I said I'd show you everything," he said, his voice too controlled for the wild look of lust in his eyes. I could no longer see him when he leant over me, pressing his body against my back as we both knelt, hands and knees, on his bed. "You can't seem to stand looking at me anyway."
The warmth of his breath against my ear made me shudder and arch my back against the pressure of his strong body. Ignoring his words, I pressed my hips back a little, feeling my butt hit his thighs.
"Down," he ordered, pushing me between my shoulder blades. I obliged, resting my forehead in a soft pillow and crossing my arms above my head. "Good boy," he murmured, stroking the small of my back and making slick noises with his hand on his cock. I bit my lip, awaiting the inevitable sting of my entrance.
Suddenly I shouted, because I hadn't expected the cold shock of lube dripping into my crack. "Hush, you noisy little..." Percy began, as he rubbed two fingers against my hole.
"N-noisy little wh-at-t, hu-h?" I stuttered, turning my face to de-muffle my voice.
"I'm still thinking," Percy answered, shamelessly shoving both of his fingers inside and curling them towards my belly. Holding in a groan of approval, my shoulders bunched and my eyes clenched.
His search for a nickname was forgotten the moment I cried out, blissfully thrilled with the bundle of nerves his digging fingers had struck.
"Shhhh," he reminded me, stroking my back with a dry hand. "There's no lock on my door, so-"
"WHAT?!"
"I'm kidding, Saya."
I relaxed and suddenly shuddered in response to those fingers hitting that spot again.
"Feels nice, right?" he cooed. I responded with a deep, open-mouthed moan which didn't leave much to the imagination. It was a little familiar, the feeling it caused in my groin, and I only felt it during sex. It was literally like he was rubbing the pad of his thumb against the head of my cock, though he wasn't even touching it.
"How," I sighed, feeling my whole body clenching up with the rhythm of his fingers' deep strokes.
"How?" he repeated, a little patronisingly. "It's your G-spot, Suga."
The question in my mind was 'my what?' but something else made it to my lips first.
"How d-dare you tell your sister you call me that?"
Percy chuckled, pulling his fingers out of me. "I tell her everything."
With a groan, I decided to put that behind me for now. I pushed back towards him, feeling his hardness slick against my butt. I tried to muffle a small sound of desperation, messing up my sweating fringe on my crossed arms.
"Oh, a little eager, are we?" he mocked, though there was a slight tremble in his voice.
"Just do it, Percy ," I grumbled, feeling my breathing speed up as his fingers found my hips.
"Hmm? Just do what?" he teased.
"Fuck me, god damn it," I whined. It took a moment for me to realise that slipped out.
"Yes sir," he hummed, moving one of his hands to his hardness to help with the hard part – getting my body to accept him.
I felt ashamed and dirty for begging him like that, but began to forget the moment the head of his cock was stretching me open. I trapped a moan in my throat and clenched my eyes, adoring the sting, though wondering why it wasn't hurting that much.
My back arched, curving until my chest pressed against the bed. With my arms outstretched and my fingers clawing at his pillows, I knew I somewhat resembled a content cat. To complete the image, I was practically purring. It was so much nicer this way; my body opened up like a cavern, waiting to be filled. Hoseok began moving before I even signalled that I was ready, but I didn't complain – I had never felt so ready.
Percy's palms stroked over the crescent-shapes his fingernails had unintentionally left in my hips; I hadn't noticed. His grunts and stuttering moans suggested he was surprisingly close to finishing and it was a little disappointing – I was just getting started.
Despite the easy access and the smooth ride we were both experiencing, he wasn't reaching that place inside of me that had my blood boiling in my veins, my limbs turning to jelly – the one he'd only just shown me; my G-spot. His hip bones felt sharp against my butt, which I wasn't used to. I bit my lip, worried that I'd spoil this for him if I told him I wanted to turn back around and face him.
The thing that surprised me quite a bit was that those weren't the only cons to this position.
I couldn't see him. I couldn't watch the pleasure I caused him ripping through his body as he tensed and shuddered. I couldn't see his concentration face as he tried to find that place inside of me that would make me shout and swear. I couldn't watch his rigid length disappearing inside of me. I couldn't sit up and wrap my arms around him or pull him down to kiss him.
The weight of those realisations didn't hit me until later.
"I haven't found it, have I?" Percy said, or more growled.
I shook my head before my mouth could move to tell him it didn't matter. Seemingly frustrated, Percy tried a few more things; leaning back, maneuvering me, leaning forward, but he knew me well enough to realise he wasn't even close.
My face was buried in the crook of my elbow when he quite suddenly removed himself from me. I sighed – or maybe it was more of a pant – and lifted my head.
"Roll over, Suga," he whispered. That nickname had begun to stick and as much as it annoyed me most of the time, it was times like this that I didn't care if he called me 'sister', as long as he didn't stop.
Not so silly as to question him, I rolled over. Without having to be asked, I offered him full access, wanting him filling me again as much as he wanted it. Wasting no time, Percy leant into the space between my thighs and encountered no resistance. My body wanted him there, that's for sure.
It was a relatively novel experience, as it was the first time he'd pulled out of me before he'd finished. Well... since the first time. It was a piece of cake picking up where we'd left off a few brief seconds ago, and Percy let out one of his characteristic happy-groans. I smiled at the look on his face. I enjoyed his dreamy expression so much in fact, that I wrapped my legs around his back and sat up. In one swift movement I was wrapped around him like a koala and kissing him so hard I could barely breathe. He was so surprised he stopped moving altogether and kissed me back. I enjoyed his short-lived shock and kept a hold of him while he laid us both back down on the bed. His weight over me felt surprisingly nicer than I ever would have expected. I dropped my legs to the bed.
I wouldn't have paid attention to where his arms were had it not made such a specific difference. Kissing me a little more gently and with one arm wrapped as far around my waist as it could be, Percy pulled the small of my back up off the bed so our stomachs met. His very next thrust – gentler and shallower than those before – struck a very memorable place that I felt somewhere deep in my belly. Oh.
Fire lit up in my groin and stomach and quickly spread. It was such a surprise that I could barely react. My body froze and twitched and my eyes widened before clenching tightly shut. The shocked cry that followed was rather delayed.
"There?" Percy asked, and I managed to open my eyes and meet his gaze. His rich chocolate eyes were so intense at that moment. He stared at me with elation and hope.
All I did was moan, deep and husky and he knew. As if he didn't have enough reason to give me his all, he was suddenly even more focused. I watched, my jaw dropped so far that it met my neck, as he adjusted himself to make sure he could comfortably nail that same spot over and over. I wasn't ready for that; not in the slightest.
Every time his rigid cock struck that same place, liquid fire spread through me, burning hotter than ever before, lighting every nerve and consuming every inch of my consciousness. I panted in time with the rough yet controlled jerking of his hips, and as it sped up, my breaths became sighs and eventually cries.
"Good?" Percy panted, and dramatically slowed his thrusts. I whimpered, arching my back and clawing his thighs.
"Don't fucking stop, Percy," I gasped and wrapped my legs around his butt to pull myself against him as hard as I could. I could feel sweat dripping from my hair and streaking down my face, cooled by Percy's rhythmic, hurried breaths. Shaking, writhing, sobbing, tossing my head and clawing his skin, I felt my end approaching like a freight train with no breaks.
My thighs screamed, tensing and trembling until they cramped and ached. I couldn't take it for long, shaking my head and folding my arms between us in an attempt to push him back, if only for five seconds to catch my breath.
A moment of panic rose up in my throat when he refused to comply, but it was soon overtaken by an overwhelming cacophony of sensations.
I'd never felt anything as intense, and all of my senses worked overtime in the few seconds before everything exploded into an unexplainable mess. I arched against him as spasms took over my body. He muffled my screams with his mouth on mine, kissing roughly for a moment before sitting up to focus on bringing about his own end. Strong rolls of his hips sank him deep inside me, filling me all the way while I came undone, spilling white all over myself.
Percy groaned darkly, one of my favourite sounds, and lost all rhythm as he came. The weight of his body hindered my breathing almost enough to make me push him off, but not quite. I surprised myself, wrapping my arms around him instead and nuzzling into his sweaty neck. He rolled onto his side, pulling me close, and I felt like I could stay like that forever. I laid my face against his chest and puffed in time with the heavy double-thump of his heart.
With enough of our breath back, Percy gently removed himself from my embrace and stood up.
"You can shower, if you like," he offered, seeming completely unfazed by his nakedness.
"What? But..." I didn't know how to argue my point. His family was here... wouldn't they find it strange if I showered here? They probably didn't even know I was here...
"Just quickly. Either that or you can eat dinner with my family smelling like-"
"Dinner? B-but I was just gonna go..." I swallowed, looking away from his eyes. "... home..."
Percy was pulling his shorts on. "Well... if you want. I'm going to shower."
So I found myself facing a tiled wall while Percy rubbed soothing circles into my back. The hot spray was relaxing for my tight muscles and I sighed, tipping my head back to enjoy it. His body-wash smelt so obviously like him that I finally realised why he smelt that way. Now I'd go home smelling masculine and almost starchy like new clothes, and all I'd be able to think about was him... as if that was new.
Percy's fingers were everywhere, washing sweat and grime from my body, rinsing away any signs of our rendezvous. His fingers slid down my back and between my butt cheeks. It was almost innocent. I arched my back away from him, feeling his slick chest against my shoulder blades.
With a groan, I mumbled, "do you have to?"
"Of course," he replied in a low, mischievous tone. "I'm sure you'd like to be completely clean, right?"
I moaned in response, tipping my head to the side and laying it back on his shoulder.
"Doesn't take much with you," he mumbled into my ear. A hand slowly crept across my stomach, sliding gently in the water, and wrapped around my harder-than-I-expected length.
"N-not again, Percy ." I wanted that to be more forceful, but I was surprised and embarrassed by my body's insistence on responding to him so easily.
"Okay," he said, much too easily, and let me go, sliding his hand back up my front. I was sure promiscuous-natured people like Percy were supposed to be difficult to dissuade. It was disorienting when he agreed so readily to stop, no matter what we'd been doing or for how long. I didn't think about why, because I knew I'd realise it was intrinsically linked to his affection for me.
"Okay, maybe again," I whispered, covering his wandering hand with mine and pushing it back down.
It was certainly a memorable shower and a memorable fuck. My muffled moans were sometimes too loud, making Percy hush me in his hurried voice, and for some reason it lasted longer this time; maybe because I didn't rush him or tease him with my hand. We tried a few different positions, sometimes standing, sometimes with me wrapped around him and up against the wall. It ended quietly with me coming first, as usual. After a final rinse, we finally left the hot, heavenly shower and dried and dressed.
Percy's clothes, in my opinion, weren't too big for me, considering I'd always worn my clothes a size too big anyway. A female voice resounded outside Percy's bedroom, alerting him that dinner was almost ready. It seemed she wasn't aware I was there. After drying my hair while panicking about meeting his parents, Percy managed to lead me into the dining room.
Percy's parents were a little surprised when I followed him into the dining room, but certainly not bothered. I sat beside him, trying so hard not to shift on my incredibly tender backside. After a few minutes of common family dinner-table talk his seemingly-young, rather attractive Mother directed an innocent question at me.
"So, Isaya, you're Percy's high school friend?"
I nodded, clearing my mouth of her delicious cooking before speaking. "Yeah, but we met through mutual friends more than school..."
Percy was oddly quiet beside me and I noticed him giving his sister a look – almost a secret grin – which was returned. Now wasn't the time to allow him to bother me, so I let it pass.
Maybe ten more minutes of casual conversation passed and eating was becoming less frequent. Percy's sister certainly seemed to be finished.
"Do you sing as well?" his Father asked. His Father was a tall, gentle-looking fellow, balding slightly and almost always smiling, as though he didn't notice he was.
"Dad, Percy doesn't sing, he raps," his sister added, emphasising her words by making faces at her brother.
Percy poked his tongue out. "The difference is I can sing; Isaya can't."
I also ignored that. "Y-yeah, we record together..." I managed, escaping the temptation to belt Percy by stuffing my cheeks with rice.
"That's good. Sometimes I wonder if he's even doing what he says he is," his Mother began. "What with all of the Facebook status updates about his latest 'conquests...'"
"Mom!" Percy shouted, his silver chopsticks clattering loudly on his porcelain bowl. I jumped in shock, but his sister and Dad's laughs made me relax. Clearly she was just teasing... but... conquests? Percy's expression was stern and his Mother slumped her shoulders exaggeratedly.
"Oh, sorry Honey, I didn't realise... I assumed you were just friends, since you never tell us any different."
My jaw dropped. So I wasn't imagining it' Percy's parents know he's gay. They know he sleeps with guys. They now know he's sleeping with me.
They... don't... mind?
I suddenly remembered my own mothers whisper in my ear on Christmas night: Don't ever let him find out...
Discomfort trembled through me and I suddenly felt what I was sure was jealousy, as well as confusion, anger and anxiety. All the time I'd spent around Percy had taken such a toll on my comfortable self-denial that the peaceful, loving acceptance his parents were offering struck me like a blow to the chest. They're allowing me in their house, at their table, sharing their food and hospitality, and literally accepting my... relationship with their son. I felt my hands curling into fists before I noticed my racing heartbeat.
"I..." I began, but I was suddenly not at all calm or collected, and I stood so fast my chair tipped over. Agony ripped through my lower back and I closed my eyes gently for a moment to disguise it. "Sorry," I blurted, dashing out of the room to find somewhere to be alone.
For some reason, escaping to Percy's room occurred to me before the prospect of making it outside – out of that house. I closed the door behind me and leant against it, staring at the ceiling, gasping for air now. My lungs felt useless, filling with thick, hot, stale air and my heart thudded so fast against my chest that it ached – god it ached.
A knock on the door scared me so much I jumped in fear, but I didn't move.
"Saya-yah..."
Percy's voice caused warm tears to spill over, streaking symmetrically down my cheeks. With my eyes clenched shut I bit my lip and turned my face towards the doorhandle. I slowly glanced at it, but it didn't turn.
"I'm sorry about that..."
Sobs threatened to rack my chest but I held them back, sniffing loudly in an attempt to win against the pathetic act of crying. I could feel him there, right against the door, and I craved his strong arms, his warm chest, and his deep musky scent.
"I'm fine," I assured him, beginning to believe it from the sound of my controlled voice. My blood wasn't racing through my veins; my breathing was just a deep draw of cool air after a slow, soft exhale. When did that happen?
"Then can I come in?"
I swallowed and turned to open the door, but not before wiping viciously at my tear-streaked cheeks and neck. The concern on Percy's face completely undid all of my hard work, dragging more tears from my eyes and making more embarrassing marks on my face. I blinked and turned away from him, almost taking a step before he was against me, pulling me into a familiar embrace.
I felt tears flow like I was a leaky tap, but my body was so still I felt tranquil – almost emotionless. Even though every part of me wanted to relax into him and drown in his affection, a part of me struggled, fought, cried out that this was wrong, and I was left in a horribly confused limbo.
"You don't seem fine, Isaya..."
I pulled back, just far enough to look in his eyes. My confused heart demanded I stay with him, but I couldn't bring myself to talk about it – not yet. My fingers gently tangled in his hair and I pulled his face towards mine.
"Saya," Hoseok breathed, pushing me just a little, just enough. I pulled back slightly, baffled by his refusal, and dropped my gaze as more tears streamed freshly down my cheeks. "Please talk to me."
"There's nothing to say," I lied.
Percy's hands gently cupped my face. I intended to pull away, but he felt so soft and sweet and I couldn't bring myself to. "You're not even the slightest bit convincing right now." His thumbs wiped at tears, but more fell in their place. "Tell me why you stormed out."
"I-" My breath came out in a huff and I realised I was cold and trembling when he rubbed his warm hands up and down my arms. He must've felt my Goosebumps. "They accept you," I managed to say, my voice much too calm for all the crying I'd been doing.
"Of course they do," Percy said, his hands managing to stroke just the right places to soothe me, and rub just enough warmth into my arms.
"B-but they... you..." My breathing was suddenly speeding up and stroking fingers weaved into my hair and gently pulled my forehead to meet his.
"Breathe, baby."
How his words could calm me so effectively had always, and will forever continue to, escape me. "It's not fair... if my Dad ever found out..."
"Isaya... If he really loves you-"
"No, Percy ... I can't tell him. Neither can Cameron... ever..." The words were so heavy, but I didn't feel any lighter when they left my lips. It was, and I knew he noticed, the first time I'd even begun to admit that I was realising my feelings; not so much accepting them as acknowledging them. "Did you just... tell your parents?"
"No," he said, his lips curving up at the corner in a slightly grim smile, "they always knew."
That just did not sit right with me. Neither did my own mom knowing. "I don't get it... I- ...I can feel it in my head and in my dreams but..."
"Feel what?"
"That part of me... The part of me that wants to be with you."
My words hit Percy as hard as they hit me. I stared into his eyes, frozen with surprise and anticipation.
"What's wrong with that?" he almost whispered, seeming surprisingly daunted.
"I don't want to be different!" I almost shouted.
Percy's Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You're not different..."
"I am!" My eyes dropped from his and my forehead pressed to his chest.
"Different from what?"
"Everyone!"
With a deep sigh, Percy pulled my face up so I would look at him. "You're not different from everyone, Isaya."
"I'm different from my parents! Why should I be different from them?" If my tears had even slowed before, they were streaming again now. Percy seemed no less than agonised and it was painful to watch such emotions tear across his usually-so-cheerful face.
"You're not different from Cameron," he whispered, closing his eyes and gently stroking his fingers over my ear, brushing my piercings. "You're not different from me."
Percy clearly had some sort of magic going on with that mouth of his, because not only was it dangerously addictive to kiss, it was also full of the wisest words I'd ever heard from someone his age. Never was he lost for what to say around me, even when I challenged him. I knew that it was because he was honest and confident. He never tried to disguise anything, from his feelings to his opinions and his thoughts about my own feelings. I honestly envied his seemingly care-free attitude most of the time, because it seemed so much easier than bottling things up, hiding parts of myself, just to satisfy a standard that I had no real reason to follow.
Percy hammered his reassurance home with a long, deep kiss, and forced me to wash my face so I could bear to show myself in front of his family and assure them I was okay.
