You've never seen this side to your Heonie before, but you're becoming addicted fast. The way he's looking at you, handling you, talking to you, all drives you absolutely crazy...
With a promising kiss, Jooheon slides out of you slowly and gets down from the desk. Warm hands caress your thighs and guide your butt back to the edge of the desk when your ears are met with "Be right back". As he left the room for God knows what, you decided to have a little fun.
Your hand finds its way down to your hot, wet core. At first, you mindlessly play with the wetness that coats you, thinking about who was just inside you, and remembering how he felt (although entirely too short lived). But you didn't care. It finally happened, and now you find yourself wanting to know what he tastes like. With this thought, you slip a finger inside yourself and bring it up to your lips. A kitten lick to get a small taste. The taste of his cum mixed with your own juices... you can't help but lick your finger clean.
Your fingers find their way back down, but this time they stop at your clit, rubbing, toying with the bud, as your other hand does the same with your nipple. Goosebumps break out over your body, not from the cool air, but from your excitement. There's a stillness that surrounds you, and all that can be heard are the wet sounds from you playing with yourself, a few sporadic gasps and moans. Well. That and water running. But you're so engrossed in your pleasure that you never hear it running. Just like you never feel his presence from the doorway as he watches you get off to the thought of him.
Jooheon stands there, leaning against the cool metal doorframe, watching you intently. He had only left to grab a wet towel to clean you up a little. Not that he has a problem with reattaching his lips to yours, slick and glistening as they are. But he really loves seeing how wet he makes you when he pleases you. The teasing, kissing, licking, the sounds you make.... As he remembers the ecstasy that it is to devour you, he bites his lip and continues to watch you come undone. Whatever softness there had been is now long gone.
You rub circles around your clit more vigorously as you feel your climax nearing. As you do, you also begin pinching your nipple just enough to feel the pleasure mix deliciously with the pain. You moan his name over and over, gaining volume with each utterance, and, with a final gasp, you reach your high.
When you open your eyes, all you see in the darkness are white spots, somehow still oblivious to the figure standing in the doorway.
"Do you always moan my name when you cum?" The sound of his voice, however warm, pierces the silence unexpectedly. Startled, you jump and immediately flush scarlet as you realize that, not only had he heard you, but he had been watching you. How long had he been standing there? You struggle with your answer.
"Y-yes." One word is all you can manage, and even then it barely comes out in the form of a quiet, embarrassed response.
Driven by his highly inflated ego, Jooheon drops the towel at the door and saunters across the room. The second he reaches you, he licks his lips, dips down and licks a fat trail up your inner thigh. He then hovers over you and takes all of your breast (that he can fit) into his mouth. His hand massages your other and teases its nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb, while his mouth goes to work sucking the first breast in and out of his mouth and teasing the nipple with rapid tongue flickings and circling around the bud.
In his absence, albeit a short intermission, you had missed this warmth. The feel of him fitting perfectly between your thighs. The blissful teasing. Your eyes roll back and shut at the pleasure when he decides to snake his hand away from your chest and down to your clit, rubbing circles on it instead. Now, to be fair, you should have known he wasn't just going to let it go. Not what he saw. Not what he heard escape your lips. That just isn't his way. He pulls himself away from your chest and locks eyes with you.
"You know," Jooheon starts, "if you ever need me to make you cum, all you have to do is tell me." With these words, he smirks and quickens his pace. You blush at the thought of ever having to tell him you need him, but soon the bliss brings you away from your thoughts and you're biting your lip and rocking your hips.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded after some time. Not again. Please, not again. His pace quickens even more. "Tell me you want me to make you cum." You groan internally.
"I-I want you to make me c-cum." You moan out half of your words and choke on the other half. It's amazing how good he's making you feel and how much he's controlling you with just two fingers, but here you are. A squirmy, moaning mess under his command.
"Good." His pace slows down considerably to draw it out longer. "Tell me you need me to make you cum."
"Heonie..."
He teases your entrance with those two fingers and slips them in while he continues rubbing you with his thumb. He allows you to fuck yourself on his curled fingers for a moment and then pulls off completely, leaving you needy, grinding on and clenching at nothing. "Who do you need to touch you?"
"Please don't stop, Heonie," you whine.
"Tell me who."
"I need my Heonie to touch me," you pout. With that, he places a warm hand on your thigh.
"Who do you need to fuck you," his voice still as low and calm as it ever is.
"I need my Heonie to fuck me." Another warm hand finds its place on your other thigh.
"And most importantly," he kneels down in front of your exposed core. His voice is now brimming with complete satisfaction with your answers thus far and the one he knew you about to give him, "who do you need to make you cum?"
