âThey are calling you a head pusher Yunho-ya,â Seonghwaâs voice was laced with mirth.
Yunho was draped against his side, long limbs akimbo as he watched his Hyung scroll. âFor that? Thatâs not a managable pace, is it?â
âYouâre asking me?â Seonghwa shifted to look at him, the clip still looping on his phone.
âYou would know, wouldnât you?â Yunhoâs large eyes looked up at him, innocent and honest. âIâve never done thatâŚâÂ
âAre you asking to try?â Seonghwaâs lips curved into a wicked little grin, locking his phone and leaving them in silence. âOr asking me to try?â
Yunhoâs cheeks pinked, ear tips gone scarlet. âNo⌠I mean, if you ⌠donât want to?â
âWho said I donât want to?â He was already moving, manhandling Yunho into a better position for his self appointed task. The idea of that big hand on the back of his head, forcing him down already had him hyper salivating.
âHyung~âÂ
It took nearly 30 minutes for Yunho to believe Seonghwa when he said he wasnât going to hurt him, to believe that his Hyung's slender throat could in fact take all of him. Now that he believed, he never wanted to forget.
His fingers tangle hard into Seonghwaâs dark hair, indeed shoving his head down every single time the elder pushed back up for air. The sounds were awful, disgusting wet clicks and Yunho loved it.Â
Heâd never been so hard in his life and yet so out of control despite managing the pace. His Hungâs throat squeezed around him, working around the head of his cock as he held him down, sputtering and whining despite the way he continued to use his tongue against him.
âFuck Iâm close-â. Yunho swore, voice ragged. He hadnât been shy about his pleasure, moaning and praising Seonghwa in equal measure.Â
Seonghwa for his part was achingly hard, one hand plunged between his thighs to palm himself as Yunho used his throat. He was close too, hips grinding into his hand as he willingly choked himself on his length.
He pulled back to take a rasping breath, voice absolutely destroyed when he spoke. âSo come, let me taste you puppy.âÂ
It was exactly what Yunho needed to hear, the mean fistful of hair guiding Seonghwaâs abused mouth back to his length. His pace was sloppy now, a scrape of teeth and the elder shaking between his legs as he brought himself to his own release.
The vibrations of Seonghwa moaning tipped him over, pulling back to come across the singers lips and tongue. âFuck! Fuck! Oh my god-â his body shook with the power of his release, the sight of the mess heâd made only making it that much more intense.Â
Then Seonghwa did him one better, swallowing and using that dexterous tongue to lick every single drop away from his swollen lips. âIf you actually fuck the way you seem to, so messy and loud and hard, I donât think Iâm ever letting you leave this hotel Room.
âThe younger was trembling, body high strung from release And to hear that, that Seonghwa might let him-âIâll die happy here.âÂ












