be my first || johnyong

fourteen

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Taeyong quivered as Johnny lived up to the promise in those words.

Johnny licked him and sucked him, pressed two slick fingers inside and twisted and stretched until Taeyong didn't know whether to cry or to beg.

All he knew was that he'd passed ready about three exits back. Next stop: desperation.

"Now, hyung." Taeyong moaned and rocked his hips, alternately grinding down into Johnny's touch and thrusting up into his mouth. "Now."

Johnny pulled off his cock with a messy, porno-quality pop that made Taeyong's entire body break into goose bumps.

"Yeah." He flexed his fingers one last time and Taeyong shuddered. "On your side."

Taeyong followed Johnny's instructions and adjusted the pillow under his head as Johnny settled onto the mattress behind him.

"Draw your legs up."

Once again, Taeyong obeyed.

He pulled his knees up to his chest then trembled when he heard the click of the lube being opened.

A few seconds later, the blunt tip of Johnny's cock was at his entrance.

Taeyong tried to press down, but Johnny's hand gripped his hip and held him still.

"You sure?" Johnny murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below Taeyong's ear.

"Yes."

"Try to relax. I'm gonna go nice and slow."

Taeyong nodded and closed his eyes.

He tried to will the tension from his muscles, but he couldn't help from clamping down the moment Johnny tried to breach that first tight ring of muscle.

He felt Johnny's groan as it rumbled from his chest.

"It's okay." Johnny's hand moved soothingly over his hip, and the touch helped to calm Taeyong somewhat. "Push out a little bit... yeah, just like that."

Taeyong whimpered as the head of Johnny's cock finally slipped in.

It hurt more than he'd thought it would, and he was abruptly glad for all the time Johnny had spent preparing him despite his impatience.

After that, it wasn't so bad, though.

Not so much pain as discomfort and pressure, but Johnny took it slowly enough that Taeyong's body had adjusted to the feeling of being penetrated by the time he was all the way inside.

Johnny's arm curled around Taeyong's waist and a soft kiss brushed across his nape.

"Okay?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Tell me if it's too much."

"Just move. I wanna feel it."

Johnny withdrew nearly all the way and slid back in.

A few more of those careful thrusts, steadily increasing the pace each time, and then his hips snapped forward and the head of his cock hit Taeyong's prostate just right.

Taeyong cried out and arched his back.

His erection, which had flagged due to the initial pain, hardened in a tingling rush.

"Y-Yeah," Taeyong said shakily. "Harder."

Johnny complied, and the depth and force of his thrusts increased.

"Ahhh..."

Taeyong moaned long and low at the slick stretch, the aching pressure as Johnny pushed forward and the exquisite relief as he pulled back.

And when the underside of Johnny's cock brushed that sensitized bundle of nerves inside him, Taeyong bit his lip and quaked at the agonizing, bone-melting pleasure.

It started as a pinprick and spread up his spine and through his limbs, like dye moving over fabric, slow and drenching.

Taeyong's dick pulsed and he jerked it roughly as he shoved back against Johnny's pelvis.

He couldn't believe how quickly the feeling had gone from discomfort to bliss, but Taeyong's mind was still screaming for something else, something more.

"Johnny hyung... I... I need..."

"What do you need, baby?" Johnny's voice was breathless and strained.

"I want..." Taeyong trailed off, embarrassed to ask for what he wanted, even as his body begged for it.

"Tell me."

"I want you on top of me. I want you to hold me down and just... take me."

Johnny made a tormented sound.

"Shit. But I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Please, hyung." Taeyong turned his head and met Johnny's mouth for a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. "Please."

"Okay."

Johnny gave Taeyong another fierce kiss and slowly withdrew. Taeyong whimpered at the empty ache he left behind.

"On your stomach."

Taeyong rolled over and shoved the pillows aside so he could rest his head directly on the mattress.

He felt the bed shift as Johnny moved and then Johnny's fingers gripped his hips, tilted them up, and his cock slid back inside in one slow, torturous glide.

Unlike the first time, Johnny didn't pause to let Taeyong's body adjust.

His hands settled on Taeyong's shoulders, pressed him down, held him immobile, and he set into a pounding that robbed Taeyong of both breath and coherent thought.

Taeyong gripped the sheets and squeezed his eyes shut.

The change in position brought some of the pain back, but not enough for him to ask Johnny to stop.

Never that.

Johnny was giving him exactly what he'd wanted and he knew it wouldn't be long before it got good again.

And it wasn't.

Soon the feel of Johnny's weight on him, those strong hands holding him still, that hard, steady tempo, sent him spiraling toward ecstasy once more.

Taeyong groaned and spread his legs as wide as he could, tilted his hips even more so that thick cock rubbed his sweet spot at the perfect angle.

And, oh, yeah, that was it.

That was it right there.

Taeyong heard Johnny gasp, felt that relentless rhythm falter, and realized that Johnny was just as close as he was.

One more deep thrust and Taeyong came, almost sobbing from the intensity, the warmth of his release pooling on the sheets beneath him.

Johnny went still as Taeyong's muscles spasmed, and judging from the noise that escaped him, the moment was as amazing for him as it was for Taeyong.

His hips jerked once and Taeyong felt a rush of heat as Johnny followed him over the edge.

Johnny moaned as if something inside of him was breaking, his fingertips digging into the muscles of Taeyong's shoulders.