The desperate plead is answered by an equally desperate laughter that is barely contained as a tip of a wet tongue dart into the enclave, lavishing broken attention to it making the pleader gasp aloud.
"Kit...."
He could barely support his upper body as his arms shook in the position before the younger took mercy on him, pushing his upper body down to rest on the crumpled sheets as a hand rested on his rump.
Maddening. He is about to lose his mind. Fucking maddening slow grinds, barely there thrusts and swirls, the younger is about to drive him fucking crazy when he groaned out loud when a warm suction sucked him up to the base, replacing the warm slick hand of the younger.
"Fuck!"
Krist stopped all movement, allowing his love to pull back from the brink, not wating him to peak just yet.
"Please. Just fucking move."
He can never deny Singto anything and soon the air was filled with lewd unmistaken sounds of pleasure and indulgence as he speed up, ignoring all finesse as he slams deep into the older hitting the prostate, drawing curses of pleasure from Singto as busy hand also ensure that the Tenga is stroking the hard cock in line with his harsh pounding, over stimulating the older.
As he feel the older clenching desperately around his erection in the mindblowing amazing warmth it is enveloped in, he knew Singto is too close and he himself is not too far away. He pull away the Tenga, tossing it carelessly next to them as his hand grabbing the almost red iron length and stroke the older faster.
Another hand pull Singto's upper body up, holding an arm across the chest as he kiss the sweaty neck, licking and biting. The older turned his head around, lips seeking his in desperation as Krist too captured them, devouring the other. A sharp nip on the lower lip and a hard thrust was all it took for both of them to combust, warm liquid overfilling and spilling around them.
The kiss turn gentle as Krist pulled away the blindfold on the other's eyes as Singto kept his eyes closed for a few more seconds to adjust to the dim light of their bedroom.
"Your turn next time." Singto promised as Krist cleaned him up with a wet cloth.
"Only if you bring out those cuffs."
A/N : prompt by Death3Eater This is actually the second version of this fic. Below is what I had originally written inspired by Qingdao FM but it did feel like something is missing.
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The material is a little scratchy on his face. He resisted the urge to scratch his nose as he concentrated on listening to the emcee's explanation on the rules on how the next game will be run over the sounds of the fans screaming and shouting their name.
He feel the presence of the younger before that familiar cologne teased his senses. The shouts from excited fans are almost deaftening at their close proximity.
He flinched, hardening almost instantly at the accidental brush of lips against his ear when Krist misjudged the distance between them. The younger of course felt the flinch and a small smile appeared on his face. He circled his hands around Singto as the announcer announced that they can start.
"P'Sing.."
Singto waited for the other to speak as those long fingers trailed ever so slightly across his clavicle on the pretense of fumbling to button the first one on the shirt. He is thankful that their mics were removed for this segment as he cannot help the soft gasp when Krist breathed into his ear, those damn soft lips ever so slightly press against his neck as the younger continued on with the way too many buttons on the shirt.
"Should we steal the blindfold for tonight?"
Before he can reply, the emcee came over to announce that Krist is done and it is his turn to dress the other before the emcee went to check on the fans who were struggling with the same said task.
Payback is indeed evil. That is the thought that ran through Krist's head as the older did the exact same thing to his ear and for someone whose ears are sensitive, it is almost torturous to not mewl out. Singto decided to give mercy to the younger but instead fingers lingered and brushed against his chest as well as his abdomen.
As Singto buttoned the last button on the far too large shirt, his fingers brushed against the younger's erection hidden behind before a dirty laugh is heard and the loss of the warmth is felt.
