Plaything

The Left Wing

 “Hyu – ahhh! Please… hnnn…”

“Heh, so you can get aroused with this too?” hands exploratory and flicking on pink, hard, sensitive nipples.

“Yong… hnnn…” muffled sounds, suppressed voices, weak pleas, oh how Himchan wished he was deaf-mute.

“How about if we stimulate both?” mischievous, taunting smirk, skillful hands, Yongguk finds it shockingly amusing that he’s enjoying discovering that a man can be aroused and satisfied other than a vagina.

Eyes burning with lust connecting every now and then, sheets and fabrics getting pulled and pushed away from that warm flushed skin everything happening one afternoon in an apartment at the end of the left wing.

“Don’t cover your mouth,” Yongguk orders as he took the hands covering Himchan’s mouth in his, grasping them tightly as he continues to knead Himchan’s throbbing, erect appendage, oozing with precum.

“Can I?” he asked feebly, eyes tearing up.

Yongguk turned to look at the digital clock sitting on the study desk. “Not yet.”

“But – ” and Himchan fell into a sharp silent gasp as he feels Yongguk’s tongue flicking against his nipples, making them grow hard again. Himchan struggles hard against Yongguk’s grip but the other was far too strong.

“Hold it in for five minutes.” Yongguk ordered, and maybe I’ll think about setting you free.

But with every word, Yongguk was emitting hot breath against Himchan’s rather sensitive ear, and with Yongguk’s hand continuously torturing him sweetly down below, Himchan knows he won’t last five minutes. With how skillful and sensual Yongguk had been from the very beginning, he was amazed that he lasted as long as three minutes without cumming.

Two more minutes, Himchan thought heavily as he bites his lower lip, oh how he really wished he was deaf at least or Yongguk was subtle enough to have some loud music banging from his pc.

“This is no fun,” Himchan heard Yongguk pouting and the next thing he knew his hands were freed but his penis was now surrounded by the walls of Yongguk’s warm, moist mouth.

“No – ahhh!” Himchan tried to protest but he was held back by his own jerking body, Yongguk had hasten his speed, bobbing his mouth faster and deeper, and suddenly slowing down as his textured pink muscle worked wonders around Himchan’s shaft that Himchan’s mind had immediately gone foggy that for a minute he had let out a rather loud grunt.

“Shit… I’m gonna…”

Well, I had no plans of giving you freedom, Yongguk thought deviously and with a few more bobs of the head Yongguk tasted slick, sticky salty liquid spurting from the tip of Himchan’s dick. With a victorious grin, Yongguk pushes himself up, pulls Himchan by the hair to face him, “Why don’t you taste yourself?” he says before possessing Himchan’s mouth.

Himchan had been in all sorts of kink, some had been arousingly sick and some are just plain disgusting. And he found himself horrified, that at one point, he wished that they could’ve been as good or near as good as Yongguk had been. Though he struggled and could only protest weakly, he hates himself… he has found himself slowly growing attached to this filthy sort of relationship.

They heard the main door clicked open and an enthusiastic, booming voice broke the silence of the flat. Himchan immediately went rigid.  “Next time, we’ll go all the way.” Yongguk says in a sing-song before getting out of bed. He tosses Himchan’s clothes at the younger one while he fixes his own clothes.

When Himchan saw Yongguk reaching the door, he felt panic washed upon him.

“Oh, by the way,” Yongguk said before he could say anything. He checked himself in the little mirror on Himchan’s desk. “You’re terrible at History and Physics and I’m here fulfilling my presidential duties by helping you understand them.” and with that said, Yongguk lead himself out of the room, closing the door behind him.