Faulty (Jaeseong one-shot)
Inseong joins the gym of his town, where he meets his sprightly, happy-go-lucky (and mostly alluring) personal trainer Lee Jaeyoon.
Genre: smut. Partly fluff, but... smut to a great extent. (Rated M/+18)
Pairing: Kim Inseong and Lee Jaeyoon from SF9
Inseong guided his steps towards downtown. Walking slowly between the pedestrians, he was able to shut down his thoughts for a while. As different mixed-up voices and blurry faces passed by him, he absently wondered each time where they might be going. Laced couples, businessmen and businesswomen with serious expressions, grandparents with their excited grandchildren, happy-go-lucky groups of teenagers hanging out together with their joyful laughs resonating on Inseong’s ears, or simply lone people who maybe wandered with no destination. Even though he loved becoming just another stranger among the crowd, he wasn’t much used to going out of his house. In general, he preferred the comfort of his small flat, located in front of a botanical garden. Laying on the sofa with a book, surrounded only by his yellowish walls and the quietness of his street, was one of his favourite things to do in the world.
He finally arrived to the place where he had been heading to. Standing proudly in front of him, there was a grey building with big, large windows. Those were revealing the incessant activity which was going on indoors: people running on treadmills, doing weights, cycling on spinning bikes, flexing their bodies… A gym. Inseong thought that he could already hear the panting of the concentrated people, the mumbling noise of the spinning bikes getting into his ears. He felt his stomach knotting for the third time since he went out of his house, and he gulped anxiously. The gym appeared like a completely odd place, full of different, selected people. He already felt like an outsider, like he didn’t belong to that place. However, he still forced himself to get in, accessing through the automatic doors. A blow of fresh air kissed his legs when the doors closed behind him, and he got goosebumps.
Thankfully, the male dressing rooms were empty at that moment, so his nervousness partially lowered as he got changed into some sporty clothes that he had bought the previous day, right after deciding that he couldn’t delay his attendance to the gym anymore. But as soon as he left to the third floor, his doubts and insecurities leaked again, like water into thin socks, leaving him breathless and tenuously shaking. Inseong, though, obliged himself to carry on, since it was too late to turn back. What would the receptionist think if he saw him running away from the gym five minutes after getting in?
No. He had to be strong. It had been a huge effort for him to sign up for a gym and to gather enough courage to show up, he couldn’t back up and spoil everything. So, stair after stair, he felt his heartbeats quickening and quickening, to the point they suffocated him. But at the end, he managed to arrive to the third floor.
When he saw so many heavily-built men roaring as they lifted dumbbells or worked on benches press, and well-shaped people running skilfully on the treadmills, he felt so small and out of place, an intruder sneaking into somewhere he didn’t fit in. As he entered to the vast room, he wished he could disappear, go unnoticed. He felt the eyes of every person sinking on his nape like needles.
«How am I going to find Lee Jaeyoon?», Inseong suddenly thought. The receptionist hadn’t given him any hints of how his new personal trainer looked like. The majority of men in the room looked ripped and some were in small bunches, so he didn’t know how he would be able to distinguish him from the regular sportsmen. He panicked at the thought of him circling the whole lounge like a lost idiot, under the intimidating sight of the others. He made some shy steps forward, and next stayed still, praying to disappear.
He scolded himself mentally, «You’re such a stupid coward, Inseong. You’re looking like a fucking idiot, standing here and doing nothing. You’ll seem crazy if you continue paralyzed like this. You should leave. Yeah, you should just leave and tell the receptionist that you got ill as a lie or something. You shouldn’t have come. You’re just being ridiculous…»
Inseong turned around, prepared to exit the lounge. Nevertheless, since he was staring down at the white floor, he didn’t look where he was going, and he ended up colliding against a firm body.
“I’m really sorry!” he blurted hastily, without daring to look to the other person in the eyes. He was so afraid he or she would have got angry at him for his clumsiness. After the apology he attempted to escape anew, but two strong hands held him in place.
“Hey, where are you going? Were you looking for someone?”
He finally looked up and saw a guy staring at him with two brown and warm eyes. He was dressing all black, in short sports clothes that hugged him in the most muscular body parts, making him look athletic. Inseong rapidly noticed that he had a slit in one of his eyebrows, a trait which would have troubled him in other circumstances; he usually didn’t like much revolutionary details such as tattoos or piercings. However, he noted that the feature suited him, made him look appealing in a way. Both of his eyebrows were dyed pink, blending with his hair, which had been dyed in the same colour. Its locks were spread around his forehead in a graceful, delicate way, making it look ethereal, even if the guy clearly looked like he had been training a little bit: he had some islands of drops of sweat scattered all around his temples and neck, and his skin, rather tanned, was shining.
Even so, concerned that he had scrutinized him too engrossed, Inseong looked away.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m new here. I was looking for my personal trainer. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to crash upon you…”
“Don’t be sorry, it didn’t hurt.” The guy’s eyes softened, and his lips curved mildly, making Inseong feel somewhat calmer. “What’s the name of your personal trainer?”
“Well, do not search any further. You’ve already found him.”
Inseong was left open-mouthed, and he sensed his cheeks burning dimly.
“I can’t believe how much of a disaster I am! My workout with you hasn’t even started and I’ve already harmed you, Mr. Lee…” he babbled, and Jaeyoon raised one of his eyebrows.
“’Mr. Lee’? God, not even my teachers in high school used to call me by my last name.” He chuckled, and his deep voice sharpened a few octaves, turning into a melodic sound. “Feel free to address me by my first name, pretty sure we’re about the same age, and this is no place for formalities. What’s yours, by the way?”
“Fine, Inseong. Follow me.”
Jaeyoon guided Inseong to a table, settled in a discreet nook of the room where there wasn’t the same frantic activity of the rest of the gym. There was a neat pile of papers, inquiry forms waiting to be filled. In the next quarter of an hour, Jaeyoon asked for Inseong’s full name, age, weight and height. He also took measurements of varied parts of his body, like his hips and biceps, and asked Inseong what were his goals.
“My goals?” repeated Inseong confusedly, still quite flushed because of the measurements of before.
“Yeah, your target. What were you aiming for when you made the decision of signing up here? How did you want yourself to become? Slimmer? More elastic? Muscle growing?”
“Uh… I actually didn’t think much about it.”
“Really? Everybody has something in mind when they hire a personal trainer. Maybe you only want to be healthier?”
“To be honest,” Inseong declared, embarrassed. “I simply asked for a personal trainer because I have no clue about how to start anything. I haven’t done any sport for years, and today is the first day I go to a gym.”
Jaeyoon titled his head and laughed again with that laugh which sounded like golden bells tinkling together. Inseong noticed that, when he did it, his eyes would narrow endearingly and his lips would tighten up to his ears, but still look rosy. When he wasn’t smiling, they were plump, specially the lower lip and the middle of the upper lip.
“Understandable,” the pink-haired guy said. “It’s okay, I’ll design a workout plan for beginners. Not too tough. But you’re thin and not in bad shape, despite not having exercised for so much time.”
Inseong noticed his cheeks blushing again. Jaeyoon had probably only said that as an objective, professional observation, not as a flirty comment, yet he couldn’t avoid feeling strangely heated again. That personal trainer had a voice tone which made everything he spoke sound like a sinful invitation, and Inseong couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t have mind to hear him talking all the time. That he was attracted to his voice, and perhaps to more of him. He thanked that Jaeyoon was bended on the table while writing the workout plan, so he wasn’t paying attention to him biting his lip. «Damn, Inseong. Focus.», he commanded to himself.
“Let’s begin, Inseong.” snapped out Jaeyoon after finishing.
Jaeyoon made Inseong establish in a part of the lounge where they wouldn’t be disturbed, and afterwards he watched him as he did what he had dictated him to do: push-ups, crunches, reverse crunches, some pull-ups and bench-presses with small dumbbells of 10 pounds each. It was a very hard challenge for Inseong, and he spent all the time chugging and doing low whiny noises, but he had reached such a tired point in which he didn’t care anymore if they were looking at him or not. When he finished, he was so fatigued that he couldn’t even speak to Jaeyoon or thank him for the patience. The personal trainer just laughed and sent him to take a shower, and he told Inseong that he’d see him the following day.
In the next week, Inseong attended to the gym every afternoon. As soon as the clock ticked 6 p.m., he would grab his sport bag and go to his classes with Lee Jaeyoon. He would have given up at the second push-up if it hadn’t been for Jaeyoon, who was by his side all the time, supporting and cheering him, teaching him breathing tips and correcting wrong positions. Inseong had to admit many times that the touch of Jaeyoon’s steady but gentle fingers in his skin when he had to amend one of his movements was a fairly significant thing that kept him going to the gym, and soon eventually he forgot about whichever his goal was. He was more excited about seeing Jaeyoon’s sugared, brown eyes, hearing his candid and honey voice. He felt like that boy propagated his positivity, his warmth and his amenity to whoever was in the gym, and as long as he was by his side, he didn’t dread anymore about other people watching, or about making a fool of himself by accident.
When he was doing squats, however, Inseong didn’t find any more strength in his body. All of his muscles were aching at the slightest gesture, and he was dripping sweat, making his white T-shirt stick to the most unexpected places of his body. He had been exercising for more than half an hour by then, and for him, a very little sports lover, it had been a big hardship.
When he finished, Jaeyoon said nothing and just sat down next to Inseong, who was laying belly up on the floor, too wrecked to get up. It was late evening, and the gym was emptier and quieter. For a minute, only Inseong’s low tired groans and the rambling of the spinning bikes could be heard around the lounge.
Suddenly, Inseong felt Jaeyoon’s hand again. He was patting one of his thighs, lively.
“Don’t let today’s extenuation dishearten you,” he murmured. “Everything has difficult beginnings.”
Inseong opened his eyes wide, too startled to form any coherent answer. He thought Jaeyoon would remove his hand from him, but he didn’t. He kept it here, squeezing softly his thigh. His touch was sending shivers along Inseong’s body, who couldn’t deny that Jaeyoon was an enticement for him. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the security and confidence he put in all of his actions, particularly when they were related to exercise, were, beyond dispute, attractive. His penetrating voice, or the furrowing of his eyebrows when he concentrated on something and bit his lip, were for Inseong like an inviting provocation. And meanwhile, Jaeyoon’s palm was still on him, now on his knee, and the trainer looked distracted.
«He’s still a bit sweaty,» Inseong caught himself thinking. «I wonder how he tastes like…»
Nonetheless, Jaeyoon dropped his hand before Inseong could start asking himself whether that long physical contact was a gay thing or merely incidental.
“I’m sorry for pointing it out, but since the first day I’ve remarked that you look pretty nervous” he heard Jaeyoon saying. “When we work on the exercises, and especially when I see you arriving. All good?”
Inseong’s breathing had gradually recomposed. He closed his eyes and sighed:
“Yeah, all good. It’s just that—” He doubted before explaining, but at the end he concluded that Jaeyoon looked like a reliable dude. “It’s just that I tend to get very self-conscious when I step on public, crowded places. Even more than in normal situations. I don’t know, I probably sound like a wuss, but…”
“I remember the first time I hit a gym. I probably looked as anxious as you, or more. Gyms have this thing that always seem very austere until you get used to them.” He smirked and looked down at his feet. “If you want, though, these first coaching sessions could be in your house.”
Inseong remained silent, not sure he had heard Jaeyoon correctly.
“Why not? Unless you’ll have too much work cleaning off all the corpses you likely hide away from the police”, the guy joked.
Inseong laughed, and he felt his face blushing.
“Then give me your number and we can fix up a day to meet. What do you think about my idea?”
“Amazing. I mean, thank you very much for caring about my shyness.”
Jaeyoon smiled and did a cute half bow. “Anytime.”
“So, do you think we can meet tomorrow?” Inseong suggested.
The next day, Inseong couldn’t restrain himself from watching every five minutes from behind the curtains of his window. Even though he had accorded with Jaeyoon via texts the night before that they wouldn’t meet until 5 p.m., since 2 p.m. he was checking obsessively the nearly deserted street, expecting to see the pink-haired trainer turning around the corner and approaching his building.
At 4:47 p.m., Inseong took a look around him. His small flat, which normally was able to show off its tidiness, today brought out its best. Inseong had wiped every imaginable and unimaginable nook for the entire flat to glow —a complicated task for him, due to his dust allergy. He had shaken off the black pillows of his black sofa until they became soft and fluffy. He had made and made his bed over and over again until there weren’t any visible wrinkles. He had cleaned and swept the floor of his living room and washed all the dishes. Everywhere he looked at, he didn’t find any imperfection, and his inner Inseong (whose mania was the neatness and the order) sighed with contentment. However, Inseong preferred not to listen to the mocking voice in his head who was teasing him with the idea that, if he had been so dedicated at making the house look perfect, it was because he cared about Jaeyoon for more than his gym classes. He remembered Jaeyoon joking about having to clean it off all the corpses he hid and had to suppress a giggle. «I ended up cleaning like a mad psycho killer anyways», he thought.
“How nice. Your living room is so lovely, did you decorate it?” Jaeyoon flattered him, looking around as Inseong sat on the floor with his legs crossed.
“More or less. The furniture already came with the rented flat, but I didn’t like the style of the decoration. I saved up and changed it.”
Jaeyoon stood up in front of a vertical bookcase, made of mahogany wood and crowned with a white flowerpot, whose intense green plant made a huge contrast with the buff-coloured walls. Then he stared at the irregular sequence of small, black and white frames on its left, which illustrated various landscapes of around the world and longed until the large window that occupied almost the whole adjacent wall, driving to a cozy balcony in the other side. On the opposite wall of the black and white frames there were two adjoining mahogany-wooden shelves, this time horizontal and one more elevated than the other. They contained more books and two pictures of Inseong with his parents, one from when he was a child and another more recent. In the last one they looked gloomier and the faces of Inseong’s parents were more severe. Moreover, under the higher shelf and above the lower one there were three more black and white frames for each, even smaller. They combined with the sofa, which was white with black pillows. There also was a TV and a small table (made of mahogany, of course) in front of the sofa. The entire flat had a very minimalistic design, and everything looked unspoilt.
Jaeyoon turned around and smirked to Inseong.
“Don’t ask me why, but I had imagined your apartment just like that.”
“Is that so?” Inseong bit his lip unconsciously.
“Yeah, I don’t know why. You give this vibe that you live in such a tidy, modern house.”
“I always dreamt of living in a house like this when I was a kid.” Inseong shrugged his shoulders. “I’m very happy with the aspect it has now, it relaxes me.”
Jaeyoon approached Inseong.
“Based on it, you seem like somebody very correct and organized”, he conjectured, nailing his eyes on Inseong’s, who felt like falling apart under the intensity that Jaeyoon’s gaze had acquired. “I suggest you to have some fun once in a while”, he finished, almost whispering, too close to Inseong’s face. Too close.
Jaeyoon titled his head and winked to Inseong, whose heart almost faltered for a moment. «Did he just wink at me??», he squealed mentally. Their lips were almost touching. Inseong’s cock reacted to the risky closeness and twitched, and the guy had to use all of his willpower to avoid ending with the small gap between their mouths and kissing Jaeyoon. In the short second in which Jaeyoon got so close to him, he really wanted to forget any string of sanity which restrained him and act without thinking about the consequences, without worrying about how Jaeyoon would react if he broke the tension and smashed his lips on his, if he brought his body closer to his and extinguished the heat that he was feeling. He wondered how it would feel to feel his muscles against him, tightening and caressing every inch of Inseong's body. He didn't know for sure if Jaeyoon teasing him —hell, he didn't even know if Jaeyoon liked men! Perhaps his normal behaviour was a little bit flirty, perhaps he was like that with everybody, without noticing. But what Inseong really knew was that his attraction for that guy grew and grew the nearer he got.
“Let's start once and for all” said Jaeyoon, turning around and going to pick up a mat from the sporty bag that he had left on the sofa. Inseong stood up, glad that his dark, short pants hid the semi-erection that the personal trainer had inflicted on him. He coughed, his cheeks flushed.
“Lay down on the mat”, Jaeyoon commanded, placing it on the clean floor of the living room. “Today, before working out, we could start doing stretching to avoid injuries. I know some stretching exercises that can be done in pairs. They're very thorough. Do you want to do them?” He looked to Inseong and raised one eyebrow.
“Yes” Inseong accepted, feeling nervous as his back touched the smooth surface of the mat.
Jaeyoon sat down next to him, and he began the stretching exercises. He started by making Inseong sit and pushing his back to the front, lowering his body above him. Later, he raised his arms and pushed them backwards until it hurt.
For Inseong, he wasn't able to stop the shivers whenever Jaeyoon put his hands on his skin. Jaeyoon's touch, whether it was on his arms, his nape, his shoulders or his lower back, was enough to make him feel a pleasing tickle all around his body, especially in his lower zone. Knowing that Jaeyoon was so close to him, grazing him all the time, made his breathing accelerate. He even couldn't prevent a panting to escape from his lips, but he prayed that Jaeyoon thought it was because of the effort of the stretching exercises, or that he was too focused to perceive it.
However, the exercises were starting to become a torture for Inseong. It was as if Jaeyoon was moving his fingers all over his exposed skin sensually, leaving an electric path of goosebumps under its smoothness. Meanwhile, adding more to Inseong's hard time, Jaeyoon kept praising him in a slow voice like: «That's right», «You're doing it so well, Inseong», «Just a little bit more, come on», or «So good…». At the end, Inseong was struggling not to put one of his hands down and start palming his hardness above the black short pants. He really needed to relieve himself from the pressure that he was feeling, just a tiny bit, just for a brief nanosecond… How much he wished to touch himself in that right moment, to move his hand up and down his growing bulge, tricking it as he imagined it was Jaeyoon's contact…
“I'm done stretching your back and arms. Let's work on your lower body now.”
«Fuck», Jaeyoon cried in his mind «Why does he have to sound so hot?»
Jaeyoon made Inseong lay down completely and then kneeled down at the side of his legs.
“Alright, now I'm going to stretch your legs. As you know, the legs are a very important body part for the next exercises, they need to be very resistant to endure all the weight, the pressure, the rough movements…” Jaeyoon continued describing what he was doing in the same silky voice that wrapped him in a sultry cage of stimulation. “Now I'm gonna grab one of your legs and push it towards your chest, until it hurts. So, warn me when it starts hurting, Inseong.”
Inseong just nodded, too muddled to even form a coherent reply. Promptly, Jaeyoon straddled his left leg and grabbed with delicacy the right one. He pushed it onwards slowly. Progressively, Inseong's legs were opening in a 45° angle, and even though his groin and his inner thighs started hurting with stinging pain, the fact that Jaeyoon's body was so close to his crotch lessened any discomfort. To be honest, if Inseong's mind had already been blurry almost since Jaeyoon started talking to him, now it was completely blank.
Jaeyoon got even closer to him, in a very dangerous way. Still gripping Inseong's leg up, he moved to the front with his knees, maybe repositioning himself to hold Inseong better. Nevertheless, the thing is that now his hips were chafing Inseong's private area. The poor boy, still laid on the floor, could practically sense the heat that Jaeyoon's protuberance was radiating. Or was it maybe the arousal that he was feeling? And so on, he could've sworn that Jaeyoon had moved it.
Inseong had felt it, slightly rubbing his, like a paintbrush that gently slides against a canvas. And he was still feeling it, a thick bulge being in contact with his already pulsating cock. He couldn't believe that it was there, but it was there. «Fuck», Inseong cursed in his thoughts. «I can't. I can't get hard now. Not right fucking now». Jaeyoon would know that something was up straightaway, and he could get apalled. He tried to keep his cool. However, Jaeyoon didn't help much because he aligned himself between Inseong's legs to be in a better position and, due to the manoeuvre, his member kneaded Inseong's bulge once again.
The poor boy bit his lip to mute a whimper and he threw his head back, shutting his eyes. He prayed that Jaeyoon didn't shift again, because those small movements were already too much for him. By then, he could only think about breaking through. Yes, break through, lose his mind for a moment and instinctively respond to Jaeyoon's movements. Jaeyoon, whose hair looked sleek and perfect despite having stretched with him, whose brawny arms were firmly tensed as he continued grasping Inseong's legs. His skin looked so deliciously smooth, as if it belonged to a dainty, bronzed sculpture, and his lips were thinly parted. How much he wished to hear a moan from those fruity lips…
“Can I ask you a question?”
Inseong had a little fright when he heard Jaeyoon's voice piercing the silence of the living room. «Oh, no. He's noticed that there's something going on and he's going to ask me why I am being like this. Oh, God… Maybe he's going to ask me if I'm insane, or if I'm a pervert…». The brown-haired felt like falling away inside.
“How come a guy like you decided to start exercising?”, Jaeyoon asked.
Inseong sighed, thankful because he had asked something completely opposed from what he had feared. He was still very aware about Jaeyoon's pelvis practically adjusted between his, like a gear. But maybe striking up a conversation with him would divert his mind from that flow of depraved thoughts. Therefore, he replied to Jaeyoon's question with another question, uncertain:
“A guy like me? What do you mean?"
“I didn't say it in an offensive way, I promise. But, I mean… You don't look like the type of guy who would want to go to the gym and get ripped. You have this nice house, full of books… I don't know, I don't want to base myself on stereotypes. I'm not saying that people who read books doesn't exercise, or vice versa… But you seem more focused on more important things rather than getting a six-pack.”
“Well, six-packs are important for some people.” Inseong dissented.
“Yeah, yeah, of course…” Jaeyoon agreed, and he smiled, alleging that he was guilty of that. “But, you always looked kind of lost in the gym. When you mentioned that you hadn't properly exercised in years, I thought: «Maybe he wants to catch up». But you never gave the impression of being motivated. You're not a sports lover, are you?”
“Which takes us back to my original question… What made you want to workout?”
Inseong exhaled a deep breath and turned his head to a side, not wanting to look at Jaeyoon in the eyes. As he waited for him to answer, the pink-haired personal trainer took down Inseong's right leg and then straddled it, grabbing the opposite and lifting it to stretch it as well. Like before, he moved his crotch close to Inseong's, who quickly focused on his response to elude more dirty thoughts.
“I… To be honest, going to the gym wasn't a personal choice”, he mumbled with an apathetic voice.
“Thought so. Did somebody force you? Was it your family?” Jaeyoon's voice sounded genuinely concerned, and Inseong couldn't prevent his heart from melting a bit.
“Well, I wasn't directly forced. Let's say that perhaps certain people made some judgmental comments and that perhaps that stuff haunted me until I resolved joining a gym and getting in better shape.”
Inseong felt embarrassed, and he didn't dare to look at Jaeyoon's eyes. He had just recognized a weakness to Jaeyoon, acknowledged that his motives for training had been, primarily, self-consciousness. Although he had promised himself a long time ago that he would never show his insecure facet to anyone.
“Who on Earth did you make you feel like your body was wrong?”
“Nobody important… Just —some fellow students from the university I go to… You know, it's not that they bully me or anything, but they all look great and muscular… And then there's me… Well, they haven't told me anything mean, but I know it because I'm blatantly excluded by them.”
“Inseong”, Jaeyoon released Inseong's leg, which fell on the floor with a quiet noise, and put his hands around his face, cupping it gently. “You shouldn't ever crave belonging to the people who doesn't accept you the way you are.”
“What's more, would you mind telling me what exactly is wrong with your body?” Jaeyoon's eyes were sparkling. “Because I can't see how it is faulty.”
Inseong bit his lip and looked away.
“I'm skinny rather than well-built… I wish I was stronger instead of feeble… I wish my extremities didn't look like sticks, I wish my ribs weren't showing when I lay down… I used to be okay with the body I have, until I compared myself with others and saw how much worse I am”. The words poured out abruptly, and Inseong hadn't realized that a lone tear was rolling down his cheek.
Now Jaeyoon was seeing him for who he really was, under his slim armour.
“Listen to me”, Jaeyoon spoke calmly, still not letting go of Inseong's eyes. “Your body is completely perfect just the way it is. It might seem fake hearing this from a guy who's a personal trainer from a gym, but there's a big difference: when I started working out for the first time in my life, I did it for myself, because I wanted to try how weightlifting felt, how far I could push my body. And if I've continued exercising is because I enjoy it, I like it, because it's good for me. But I would never force anyone to do it merely to meet others' expectations or to look acceptable to society or some bullshit like that. And you, Inseong, I swear I'm not lying when I tell you that your body is already fucking hot and normative, and even if it wasn't normative it would still be fucking amazing, because all body types are equally beautiful and equally worthy, and still more if the person carries beauty as well inside of the vessel. Which is your case, too. So, if we are doing all of this to please some arrogant douchebags, let me know because I'm going to stop these classes immediately. You shouldn't feel like you must do something you don't enjoy just for others' approval.”
Inseong remained speechless for one or two minutes, not knowing what to say. His eyes still hostages under Jaeyoon's intense glance, his stomach flipping and shrinking.
“Fuck”, he finally gasped, in an almost inaudible voice. “That was so hot.”
And Inseong lifted a bit his head and attached his lips to Jaeyoon's, finally freeing all of the tension that he had been feeling accumulated the whole time, finally losing all kind of anxiety, finally doing something that he had felt it was right. Jaeyoon’s reaction to the sudden kiss was automatic: with a sigh of relief, he didn't waste time in returning it, moving his roseate lips on Inseong's vehemently, with not even a bit of hesitation. As if he had been waiting for Inseong to kiss him from time ago.
Deciding not to overthink about what they were doing —hell, he was kissing Jaeyoon! —, Inseong let his own instincts take the wheel. He put his trembling hands around Jaeyoon's neck and pulled him even closer. Now he was able to perceive his scent, a dim aroma of coconut overlaying a light smell of sweat. Though Inseong had been the one who initiated the kiss, Jaeyoon shortly took the lead and dominated it, starting to make out with Inseong. After sucking in Inseong's lower lip —which caused him to moan softly— he licked it, timidly asking for access, but as soon as Inseong allowed him by opening his mouth, he introduced his tongue and explored it passionately. Soon their mouths were moving in sync, while their tongues intertwined. Their breaths accelerated, filling the room, and were soon mixed with Inseong's low groans, because the boy had felt some friction on his cock again.
Actually, Jaeyoon was grinding his hips on Inseong's bulge again, meeting one clothed erection with another, heat against heat. Yes. This time it wasn't Inseong's imagination. Jaeyoon was really grinding on him, rolling his hips fiercely, not with the sluggishness and dissimulation of earlier. Now it was no longer a secret for neither of them that Jaeyoon's previous rubbing on Inseong's sensitive cock had not been unintentional at all, they both were completely mindful that Jaeyoon had been purposefully teasing him, slyly eliciting him.
The bare thought of Jaeyoon deliberately trying to excite him made Inseong's dick twitch, and he separated his lips from Jaeyoon's for the first time since they had started kissing to throw his head back and release a desperate moan.
“If you saw how needy and turned on you look right now…” Jaeyoon's voice sounded shaken and his breathing had definitely turned into an irregular pant, but his tone was still irresistibly deep and lustful. He didn't stop riding Inseong. “Damn, I still haven't done anything spectacular and you're already a mess under me…”
Inseong bit his bottom lip when he heard the pink-haired guy talking to him like that. He involuntarily buckled his hips and then Jaeyoon also moaned. Now only what, two?, maybe three?, millimetres of fabric separated their hard cocks. For a moment, only the moans from both guys and the sounds of skin against skin were heard in Inseong's living room. Jaeyoon felt like he was about to lose control. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he could already cum, just by that, just because of friction. But he didn't want to. Not yet. He hadn't even seen Inseong naked, he hadn't even discovered how he was like during sex. To him, that was like swallowing a candy before stopping to know its taste.
Hence, Jaeyoon shut his eyes and, as if it costed him a titanic effort, he removed his crotch from on top of Inseong's, who whined a cry of protest at the unexpected lack of contact. The pink-haired guy smirked, feeling somewhat… proud?
“Who would've guessed that you'd like so much my rubbing game, huh?”, he whispered, moving away two wet hair locks that were in the middle of Inseong's sweaty forehead.
Inseong, feeling ashamed, covered his blushing face under one of his arms, but Jaeyoon tenderly pushed it aside.
“Don't hide your pretty face, I want to see reflected in it how everything I do to you is going to make you feel…”, Jaeyoon hummed. “So, tell me, did you like it?”
“Yeah? You liked feeling my hard cock rubbing yours?”
Inseong nodded, not daring to open his eyelids.
“Answer me.” Jaeyoon's voice dropped an octave and his eyes shone like black pearls.
“I liked it. Damn yes I did, it felt so good, Jaeyoon. I was actually praying that you never stopped moving like that. I felt like I would come since the first moment you… You… You went closer.” Inseong's words escaped precipitately, all at once, and then the shy boy locked his mouth again, biting his quivering lip as his cheeks went red like two cherries. He couldn't believe he had just said all those words. Convinced that he had sounded ridiculous, he placed his eyes on Jaeyoon, expecting him to be quietly laughing at him. The other boy, though, was staring at him back in a way that made Inseong melt like hot, ardent wax.
“I love the things you're saying with this pretty mouth” he murmured, and with one hand he cupped one of Inseong's red cheeks, brushing with the thumb his lips, soft, wet and slippery after their heated kisses. “I wonder what else you're capable of that you still haven't showed me yet. I bet you look all shy and then you make the loudest, whiniest moans, mhm? Would you be nice with me and moan my name, Inseongie?”
“Only if you make me want enough to do it”, Inseong said with a sudden audacity.
And Jaeyoon lowered down and kissed Inseong again, but this time more slow-paced, more gently, moving his lips carefully to ensure that he tasted every sweetness from the corners to the tiny round lump of the centre, and also to ensure that he relished in the warmth of Inseong's irresistible mouth. Inseong solely closed his eyes and let Jaeyoon savour him, both of them sighing or moaning with anticipating pleasure when Jaeyoon occasionally bit his lower lip.
But when the pink-haired took off Inseong’s T-shirt and drifted his kisses to Inseong's neck, the atmosphere altered in a brisk, more passionate one. Jaeyoon placed his lips in various spots, where Inseong felt that he was not only kissing, but also slightly biting and licking at intervals. Flustered at the different sensations that this caused, Inseong uttered a cracked moan and, not sure about what to do with his hands, he put them on Jaeyoon's back, which was flexing a bit. Inseong caressed it, abandoning all his senses at what Jaeyoon was doing, and then squeezed it subtly when he felt him biting under his jawline.
“Ah”, he hissed. “You're biting a lot, what are you doing?”
“Hickeys”, Jaeyoon answered against his skin, kissing tenderly where he had bitten. His hair was messy. “Don't you like them?”
“Yeah, I do. It feels hot... It's just that… I think I had never received a hickey before.”
“Really? Well, you look like such a pretty, naughty boy, Inseong… I imagine you all embarrassed when you go out, after a failed attempt to cover them, nervous about people seeing them. But trust me, you'd make me hard if I saw you in the street like that, marked by me, because I would know that I'd been the one who did that to you, that you would belong to me because I had you between my arms during one afternoon, releasing and edging…”
A gobsmacked Inseong opened his eyes wide, and Jaeyoon noticed.
“What? You like me talking dirty like that to you?”
“No need to swear”, Jaeyoon commented, ironic, and laid a hand on Inseong's bulge, causing him to groan. “I knew you were hard even before touching you.”
Inseong noticed for the first time how needy he was, how much he yearned for Jaeyoon to be close, even closer than be already was, and for having his cock deep inside of him. He realized that Jaeyoon started moving his hand in slow circles down there, lazily, and also tracing with his fingers the outline of his hard length, grabbing it lightly from time to time. Inseong couldn't resist it, and he lifted his pelvis a bit, aching to have his dick completely touched by Jaeyoon's hand, who took it away when he saw Inseong's intentions.
“What an eager boy” he whispered, an Inseong cried at the sudden denial. “You want me to touch your cock?”
Inseong nodded, biting his lip and weeping again, desirous.
“I seem to be turning you on quite a lot, don't I? Your pretty, perfect nipples have been hard almost since we started making out.” He laughed under his breath, and Inseong thought he had sounded so sexy.
“Yeah, it was really hot, to be honest. I don't know how I've been able to hold myself back until now…”, Jaeyoon purred, and then, under the astounded watch of Inseong, he went down and licked his left nipple. This sent shivers to Inseong, who moaned softly. Jaeyoon's pink tongue, swirling around his nipple in a studied pace and technique, seemed divine, and it caused his nipples and cock to harden even more. Jaeyoon also took care of the other nipple by pinching it in a way that made Inseong see the stars. He then changed and later alternated it between pinching both nipples at the same time as he played with Inseong's tongue, or between kissing, biting and licking one while he rubbed Inseong's hard cock again. Eventually, Inseong was more than stimulated, and he was open-mouthed, with his eyes shut in two thin lines, totally under Jaeyoon's control.
“I think your cock is finally prepared for me to witness it in its absolute splendour.” Jaeyoon said after kissing Inseong one more time.
“I think it's been prepared from way earlier.” Inseong replied boldly.
“Don't worry baby, we will see it now…” Jaeyoon eased him as he went to kiss his jaw and the crook of his neck again.
Inseong saw his pink hair descending more and more. Jaeyoon kissed and licked his collar bones and then his nipples once again. Next, he went for his stomach, where he spent more time sucking and licking, making Inseong whine more and move his crotch impatiently against Jaeyoon's stomach, hasty for him to go faster. Jaeyoon seemed to obey for a moment, and he left a trail of kisses until the lower abdomen. There, though, he paused again and continued kissing and licking. It was so unbearably close to Inseong's tense and excited protuberance that the guy felt that he couldn't handle it anymore. His face flushed in crimson red, his eyes teary, his body painfully writhing at the agonizing torment of having Jaeyoon so near to his dick, but still not even grazing it. For a moment, he thought that he would stay like that forever, so he let out an imploring beg:
“Please, stop teasing… I can't anymore…”
Jaeyoon, luckily for Inseong, didn't waste more time after hearing his reedy voice, and with his firm hands he started taking off Inseong's black pants by the waist band. When he pulled them towards the thighs, Inseong's erection sprung free, red and rigid, and Jaeyoon couldn't restrain himself from moaning at the impressive view. There was some precum already leaking from the tip.
Jaeyoon licked his lips. They were even more fleshy and swollen, glazing in pink.
“Such a needy boy with a pretty cock that I have in front of me right now...” he said in a hum, and then leaned and blew alongside of the member. Inseong cried, the feeling too good but still insufficient. “It looks so perfectly ready for me to suck it, right?”
Inseong nodded, at the verge of tears, thinking that he would have to plead again. But, unexpectedly, Jaeyoon inclined his head and, putting his hands flat around Inseong's thighs to keep him steady, he ran his tongue from the side of his cock to the tip, licking all the precum.
“Jesus Christ…” Inseong fizzed.
Jaeyoon licked his lips again and started moving one of his hands around the erection, which tensed even more at the contact.
“Oh, baby... What an appetising cock you have…”
He began stroking him, slowly, from the very base until the tip. Inseong made a weird sound, something like a stifled moan, and his whole body shuddered with pleasure. Jaeyoon groaned, seeing the effect he was provoking on him, and with the other hand he took Inseong's testicles and caressed them softly. Without stopping, he placed his tongue there and licked up until the very slit of the tip. Underneath him, Inseong buckled his hips involuntarily.
“Fuck… Please, more…” he moaned, defeated. “J-Jaeyoon…”
Jaeyoon hissed and then moaned softly, aroused at how needy his name had sounded coming from Inseong's lips.
“What a good boy…” he observed. ”So sensitive and compliant under my touch… You also whine like that when you're jerking yourself off, alone at home?”
“No… It doesn't feel as good as now, daddy…”
Jaeyoon stopped pumping. Inseong's eyes suddenly popped wide open. What had he just said? Had he… Had he just called Jaeyoon "daddy"? He had never used this word with a sexual connotation before, so he was very startled. He couldn't believe that had just come out of his mouth.
“Shit. Sorry, I shouldn't have said it, it slipped, I-”
“Don't worry, Inseong. I actually really liked it” Jaeyoon admitted, and he took his hand from where he was gripping Inseong to put it around his own cock, grabbing it and squeezing it above the pants. “See? See how hard you've just made me?”
Inseong looked at Jaeyoon's sensitive area, which was protruding from under his black pants, tight and proud. Jaeyoon was rubbing it, giving himself some seconds of relief. He drooled at the sight.
“You're such a pliant boy… You deserve your reward.” Jaeyoon concluded, and immediately went down and started sucking Inseong off. Inseong couldn't hold himself and exhaled a loud moan, fire running through his whole body as Jaeyoon took all his entire cock into his mouth and started bobbing at a marvellous speed. The feeling of his soaked lips sliding up and down the cock, his choking sounds, the mischievous laps of his tongue when he sometimes stopped to lick the tip… Inseong was flinching and almost crying, howling weak begs between moan and moan. Not even knowing that he had put them there, he found his own hands tangled around Jaeyoon's pink locks, pulling them, or softly pushing him down to make him go even faster.
“Jae… Jaeyoon… Please, keep going… Ah, fuck!— ”
Jaeyoon, without warning, had removed his mouth from Inseong's member, a string of saliva connecting it to the tip. His brown eyes, glowing with lust, sank into Inseong's as he yanked his cock faster.
“Inseong…” he said in a deep voice. “You know how fucking good you feel in my mouth?”
Inseong moaned loudly as a response, overwhelmed by too many sensations at the same time. He was about to cum, he could feel his stomach tightening and his panting becoming even more irregular. His hips started grinding against Jaeyoon's hand, fucking himself on it, because he was feeling too desperate. And like that, with those two motions moving up and down together —Jaeyoon's hand around his cock and his own hips—, Inseong grumbled:
And before he could finish the sentence, his dick started spurting a thick, whitish liquid. Inseong blacked out and threw his head back as he moaned profoundly Jaeyoon’s name, tremors shaking his exhausted body as a flood of pleasure drowned him. He rode out his orgasm in shaky squirms, while Jaeyoon kept masturbating him, this time less thoroughly. At the end, his moans faded away, turning into a faint panting.
When he finally emerged from the climaxing pit, he looked up and saw Jaeyoon staring down at him, a satisfied twinkle in his pupils. Inseong sucked in his bottom lip when he saw that his black tank shirt had been smeared with sticky, white fluids. His cum had also splashed on his own stomach, which was moving harshly because of the heavy breathing.
“I fucking loved sucking you off, and I hardly ever enjoy doing oral…” Jaeyoon praised. “But having your hard cock in my mouth felt heavenly, and you reacted so… enthusiastically to everything I was doing…”
He chuckled, but Inseong was still gasping on the floor, one arm covering his eyes shut, still too weary to utter something else than a breathy laugh. Jaeyoon took with his index finger some of the cum stained in his tank shirt and he put it into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking it. «So good», Inseong thought hearing him saying after he took the finger out.
Without ceasing to watch him with the same avid eyes, Jaeyoon took off his tank shirt and then his black sporty shorts. In front of Inseong appeared Jaeyoon's nude torso, immaculate, well-formed. His bronzed skin was glistening due to the thin layer of sweat, coating every crook and every bump that his muscles created. He was broad-shouldered, and his arms were long but strong, and a bit veiny. He certainly had abs, as Inseong had already imagined, and his chest looked toned as well, moving up and down a little with every inhale and exhale. As expected from a gym personal trainer.
He resembled that kind of guy whom, despite liking all body types, Inseong had always dreamed about.
When Inseong looked in the lower body parts of Jaeyoon, though, not only he found two solid and athletic legs, with moulded, well-chiselled and thick thighs, but also…
Jaeyoon couldn't help but smirk.
“Do you like daddy's cock?” he said in a husky voice that made Inseong's member twitch again, and he took it in his left hand, jerking it a couple of times distractedly. As a result, his prominent erection seemed to become even harder between his fingers.
“Y-yeah...” Inseong's face reddened, as if he had been caught doing something wrong, and he gulped before finishing his phrase. “… daddy.”
Jaeyoon hovered on top of him. Now both of them were naked, two agitated bodies centimetres close to each other, both breathing the same heavy air, both shaking and squirming with desire, both longing for being even closer, for mingling as much as possible. Jaeyoon leaned his head closer to Inseong's, and the kiss he gave him was unexpectedly sweet and soothing, carefully locking both of their lips while he bent one arm around Inseong's shoulders, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss and massaged his chest. Inseong reacted and put one hand in his neck, softly playing with the fluffy pink hair of his nape, while with the other he shyly kneaded Jaeyoon's abs, enjoying how compact and tight they were, and touching their form. Their cocks were rubbing together.
And after making out for a while more, Jaeyoon stopped and stood up again. Since he was strong, he easily used his arms to lift Inseong from the mat, who instinctively knotted his legs around Jaeyoon's waist. He went to sit down on the sofa, still holding Inseong, and then he put his arms around his neck. He kissed him again, with their foreheads touching and the different hair colours getting mixed.
“Are you feeling okay?” he asked right before attacking Inseong's sharp jawline with long and sensual kisses.
Inseong just nodded, too immersed in the wonders that Jaeyoon was doing to him. He wished he could stay like that more often.
“Inseong… I know I have already given a blowjob to you, but… It's always better to ask first. Do you… Are you comfortable with having sex with me right now?”
And despite the more serious tone that had been using a few minutes before, now Jaeyoon's voice was tinted with lovingness and his eyes shone attentively as he peered at every part of Inseong's, wanting to be reassured with every detail that he saw. Inseong wanted to dip in their brownness.
“I am…” Inseong laughed with carefreeness, hugging Jaeyoon's waist and burying his face in the crook of his neck. “T-thank you very much.”
“I don't know, for treating me this way. You… I feel weirdly safe between your arms.” Inseong whispered this, as if it was a secret, and then giggled. “This is the first time that I'm having sex with a man since I came out of the closet, and after all the intolerance and prejudices that I have had to put up with from my family, old friends and even current classmates, it is very endearing to be with someone different. Don't mind me, I know I sound crazy. And like an idiot. Wow, I guess I just have reached unprecedented levels of idiocy.”
Inseong didn’t dare to look at Jaeyoon in the face. He was sure that the trainer was thinking he was a weirdo.
Nevertheless, he heard a laugh. A quiet, muffled laugh which went louder and clearer. He looked up and saw Jaeyoon, covering his mouth with one hand as he vainly tried to silence his laughter. His eyes were shut in two thin lines, ribboned with wrinkles, his nose scrunched in the cutest way. His white teeth were showing behind his fingers, forming such a cheerful, bright, contagious grin. And Inseong simply stood there, admiring that good-looking boy laughing so playfully, a heavenly view of pure happiness. «How can someone convey so many good feelings with just a laugh?», he unwittingly thought, as his heart accelerated.
Jaeyoon stopped laughing, and Inseong found himself watching his unforeseen delight with an adoring look. Inseong curved down the extremes of his lips, something he did when he was flustered or uncertain about how to act. Then he smiled shyly. Jaeyoon still let out a last soft giggle.
“Well, Inseong… This may sound crazy too, but… I also have this strange feeling that I wouldn't mind making you feel this way for a longer time than just this afternoon… Provided that you also want to, of course.”
Inseong answered by kissing intensely Jaeyoon again and getting closer to him. And both of them swayed to a silent, floating melody as they continued spending together that blissful, ever-lasting July afternoon.
Thank you very much for reading so far! Hope you enjoyed it <3
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