choi kyrell | c.kr
warnings: solo sub!kyrell, handjob, nipple play, bit of spit
kyrell was abruptly waken out of his sleep by an alarm he set for 5:30 am, planning to get in an early morning workout. his routine was unexpectedly interrupted by him trying to ignore the boner that throbbed in his pajama pants. he scrolled through his phone, hoping his arousal would leave him naturally, but he felt himself getting needy.
kyrell’s hand slowly crept to the bulge in his pants, lightly palming himself through the fabric. a short inhale was taken, followed by a few low moans as he continued touching himself.
“fuck, man.” kyrell said, placing his phone on the bed beside him—deciding to give in, the pleasure easily being his choice over working out. he pushed against his dick once more, before bringing his hand under his waistband to grab himself.
puffs of air escaped kyrell’s lips, he let his head drop against the headboard behind him. he started slowly—short strokes, focused mainly on the tip of his cock. his index finger swiping back and forth over his slit, eliciting a high moan from him. he lifted his hips, allowing his muscular hands to lower his pants, fully freeing his cock.
kyrell’s eyes closed as his grip tightened—enjoying the light pain it brought to him. he began gathering saliva in his mouth and allowed a bead of spit to hit the palm he just had on his cock. the scene was incredibly lewd. the squelching sound from the combination of kyrell’s spit and precum making contact with his lower half filled the room, turning him on even more. he felt his open mouth getting dry, and he quickly licked his lips trying to gain some moisture again.
“i’m so close. please let me cum—i’ll be so good.” kyrell whined to no one. tears started to fill his eyes as he continued to beg into the air.
the rise and fall of kyrell’s chest was quickening with each movement. cute little whimpers and moans rapidly fell from his mouth as he felt his orgasm building. with his free hand, he gripped onto the black hoodie he wore, trying to ground himself from the immense pleasure. kyrell felt his head getting fuzzier and he knew he was almost there.
his hand that once held his hoodie snaked its way under the fabric. the sudden coldness touching his hot skin warranted a gasp from his pretty lips. kyrell ran his fingers over his waist, up and down his chest until they rested on his left nipple. kyrell always knew they were sensitive, but he never thought to touch them while he was jerking off. he continued moving his opposite hand up and down on his dick that was covered in the glossy sheen, and let his other hand experimentally rub over his nipple.
kyrell’s cock twitched in his hand and more precum spilled out of his reddening head. a series of desperate moans left his throat, he was in bliss. the black haired boy removed the long sleeved top from his body quickly, and carelessly threw it onto the floor. he quickly brought his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, slicking them in his saliva. as he took them out, a string of spit stayed intact—slowly falling onto his bare chest.
his wet fingers went back to his hardened nipples, alternating between the two. if kyrell was in the headspace to acknowledge how loud he was being, he wouldn’t even recognize himself. the noises coming from him sounded strained, but his pleas cracked so beautifully. kyrell felt his orgasm coming faster and his motions became sloppier, needier.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum! can i cum please?” he spit onto his palm once more before resuming, probably being more aggressive than he intended to his weeping cock but he didn’t care. he couldn’t, not when he twisted his nipple one last time that sent a hot shock through his body. the rest of kyrell’s body stiffened, only his hand on his length staying in motion.
“i’m cumming, i’m cumming. feels so good.” the words pooled from his mouth as his big, veiny hand milked him dry. his cum landed on his chest, hand, and pajama bottoms. kyrell’s mouth opened, catching his breath as his eyes rolled back, eventually closing.
“thank you.” his gratitude lingered in the air as no one was there to hear it, but it was necessary to him.
kyrell’s limbs felt shaky, so definitely no working out this morning. feeling a bit of fatigue wash over him, he decided to go back to sleep—he didn’t have to be up until an hour later anyway.
ahhh first kyrell fic wow exciting! i have a lot of ideas for this guy but i get too excited and try to regurgitate my thoughts down without anything making sense…but i definitely can’t wait to revisit him. most people see ky and go “so cute” and well yes! but his hands yall…his hands ugh he’s so perfect. hope you guys enjoy this ik it’s a little short😞also can u guys tell i have a thing for spit😭