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"mhn, w-why do you do it so hard?" Heeseung cried out.
Jongseong lets out a low chuckle, "It's because I like to see how your tits bounce every time I'm pounding you hard, baby."
Heeseung let out a giggle followed by a loud moan as Jongseong grabbed his breasts with both hands and squeezed them mercilessly, watching Jongseong's hands become so small in comparison to his gigantic tits. They've been fucking almost an hour and Heeseung looks fucked out right now, and Jongseong is not even feeling tired yet. Jongseong approached his breasts sucking on one of them as if his life depended on it. He pulled Heeseung's nipple gently with his teeth and sucked harder again, as if Heeseung was really feeding him.
The best thing was to see the black-haired face of excitement and pleasure. Every time Jongseong sucked Heeseung's sensitive breasts, he could notice how wet and hard Heeseung got. Jongseong knew Heeseung loved to have his nice tits mistreated like this.
"You're doing great," Heeseung whines at Jongseong's words as his back arches off the bed with every ram of Jongseong's dick. Heeseung's hair is a mess, his clothing long discarded onto the rug compared to his boyfriend—Jongseong—still wearing his baggy-green-shirt except his pants and underwear. It might’ve made him feel just a little embarrassed.
Jongseong came out of Heeseung's interior to take impulse and penetrate his harder. So Jongseong could see perfectly how his tits bounced even more. When Jongseong wanted to see how Heeseung's breasts moved even more, Jongseong had to stop fucking him and do it again, over and over.
As Jongseong did this, it was impossible for Heeseung not to ask him to do it again. "Again, take it all out and fuck me hard, ah, i feel it so deep, mhm fuck." Heeseung loved how deep Jongseong felt inside him wet and Jongseong loved watching his tits bounce.
Jongseong traced his fingers up to Heeseung's body, purposely avoiding his leaking cock. Jongseong's hands find his throat, and his fingers harshly press against Heeseung's esophagus. The pads of Jongseong's thumb gently caress his Adam's apple. Heeseung's eyes widened, his hands quickly leaving Jongseong's nape to paw at his boyfriend's wrists.
"Ah—!" Heeseung manages to choke out, drool spilling out the side of his mouth as Jongseong holds around his neck, tightening. Jongseong's thrusts speed up with it. The feeling of losing air while being on the edge of cumming was so good, and Heeseung is letting out pathetic choked moans as his gummy walls tighten around Jongseong.
"You're sucking me in, baby. I can barely move," Jongseong teased. "You like this, huh?" Heeseung whines and attempts to nod, his thighs shaking as his tongue peeks out. Heeseung's hands lose energy, falling limp to his side and he could do nothing but get choked and fucked around like a doll. He loved every bit of it. "Feels s'good… m' gonna cum, can't—ah!" he mewls, neglecting cock bobbing against his abdomen.
Heeseung's fingers dig into the sheets as thin ropes of cum coat his stomach. Jongseong tsk, one of his hands leaves Heeseung's throat to slap his cock a couple times, screams escaping Heeseung's throat with each harsh strike. "Stupid slut's turned into a bitch who doesn't listen to orders."
Jongseong twisted and fondled with his nipples as Heeseung moaned even louder. Jongseong kept thrusting into him as he sniffled, his face flushed. Both of them were covered in a layer of sweat, unminding of anything else going on.
"Aw... you look so cute when you cry, baby. Imagine if the others saw you like this, especially Sunghoon." Jongseong teased.
Heeseung whined loudly as Jongseong continued to pound his prostate, his vision blurry and all he could see was an outline of Jongseong's figure. All Heeseung could think about was how good Jongseong felt inside him, how perfect this was, and how absolutely broken he had made him.
Never in Heeseung's life did he imagine he would submit to someone like Park Jongseong, especially in this way. Now here he was crying pathetically due to his sensitivity.
"Ah! C-cumming! D-don't stop!" Heeseung yelled as Jongseong pounds faster and harder inside of him, making Heeseung roll his eyes due to the pleasure he's feeling.
"Hold it," Jongseong demanded, "If you cum again for the 5th time without my permission, we're not going to have sex for a month." Heeseung's eyes widened and feels like he's gonna cry. He doesn't know what to do.
"B-but—"
"No buts, Heeseung. I've let you cum many times without my permission and I don't want you to abuse it, do you understand?" Heeseung bite his lower lip and pouts, and he knows that when he's acting all cute and innocent, Jongseong is going to give up everything for him.
But no, he's wrong.
Jongseong chuckles, "If you're thinking that I'm letting you slide again because you're acting like this, then no. Not today, baby. Shouldn't I punish you? Cumming without my permission? That's not something that good boys do."
Heeseung didn't respond, only moaning with his tongue out. He was overstimulated and out of it.
He truly looked like a mess. Blue eye make-up smeared as tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. Heeseung was so overwhelmed with what he felt, it was all too much and he couldn't hold his whimpering back, even if he bit his lips.
Jongseong leaned down and squeezed Heeseung's cheeks in between his hands and brought Heeseung's face up to force him to look up to him. "Answer me," Jongseong demanded, staring into Heeseung's teary eyes.
Heeseung seemed to gain some sort of awareness, "I-I'm a good boy... p-please don't stop... it just feels too good!" He wailed, begging.
Honestly speaking, Heeseung's subservience was the breaking point for Jongseong.
Jongseong grabbed onto his hips tightly as he guided Heeseung's body to move forward in time with Jongseong's thrusts, fucking into him roughly. Heeseung's hole only squeezing onto Jongseong's cock tighter and his tears kept flowing freely. Heeseung looked absolutely wrecked and destroyed.
Honestly, it's unfair how pretty Heeseung looks when he cries. If Jongseong were a lesser person, he'd be jealous of him. Instead, Jongseong was filled with warmth by the fact that he's the only person who gets to see Heeseung like this. Jongseong is the only person that gets to take Heeseung apart until he's crying from pleasure. The trust and faith Heeseung has in Jongseong overwhelms him with affection specifically reserved for the man.
"More, more, more," Heeseung slurs, pleading with him. His kiss-bitten, pouty lips warble as Jongseong works his hand over Heeseung's cock: slow and steady like he has been doing for the past half minute or so. Heeseung tries to rut into his boyfriend's touch, but Jongseong pushes his hips down back to the mattress to keep him in place. Heeseung could probably overpower Jongseong if he really wanted to, but he's so pliant- not moving more than he's allowed to.
"More what, baby?" A furrow develops between Jongseong's brows as he fakes confusion. Heeseung nearly sobs when Jongseong's hand on his cock slows down even more, almost coming to a complete stop, so Jongseong can hear his answer.
"I need it faster, please, please, please. Wanna cum." Jongseong's breath hitches when Heeseung looks up at him. Shiny translucent tears paint his eyelashes dark as he softly pants. Redness colors his chest, swollen nipples, which heaves up and down with every breath of his. The tears coating his eyelashes threaten to fall down his cheeks, and Jongseong thinks he has ever seen Heeseung so fucked out—beautifully many times.
Jongseong could tease Heeseung for a little longer if he wanted to, really draw it out for the stunt he pulled earlier today in public, but then Heeseung starts sniffling, oh so cutely, and Jongseong caves in. He's always been a sucker for him.
"Oh fuck. Thank you, thank you, baby, thank you," Heeseung babbles as Jongseong's hand around his cock speeds up so fast that Heeseung's hips jerk instinctively. Heeseung's back arches off of their shared bed as Heeseung ruts his hips into his hold, fucking Jongseong's fist to the fast-paced rhythm he's set. And Jongseong starts to thrust his hips faster, matching the rhythm with his hands pumping fastly into Heeseung's cock, making Heeseung scream.
Heeseung's dick glides against Jongseong's palm, filling the room with the distinctive wet sound of skin against skin. Heeseung cums with a loud cry—arching his back completely off the mattress—when Jongseong runs his thumb over his sensitive slit, effectively pushing him over the edge. Fat tears stream down Heeseung's reddened cheeks as Jongseong guides him through his orgasm.
Jongseong reaches out with his clean hand to wipe the stray droplets away before they can drip down Heeseung's chin and lean in to press a loving deep kiss to his lips, "Did I fuck you too hard?" Jongseong softly asks Heeseung—who looks so tired but he still manages to smile and nodded.
Jongseong pouts, "I'm sorry, baby," Jongseong presses a kiss against Heeseung's lips, "Let me take care of you, hm? When Heeseung nodded absentmindedly, Jongseong was about to move away when he felt his shirt heavy, "Aw, my poor shirt," Jongseong teasingly says, looking down to his green shirt, full of Heeseung's cum.
Jongseong stares down at Heeseung fondly, pressing a palm against his cheek if only to watch how Heeseung instinctively curls into his touch, rolling his neck over until the tip of Jongseong's thumb is at the corner of Heeseung's lips.
Heeseung's eyes are gone, faraway, and distant when Jongseong presses his thumb inside his mouth. The way Heeseung wraps his pretty lips around Jongseong finger and gives it a tender suck is pure instinct, a sign of how far gone he are right now, proof that the daze of pleasure he's in has overwhelmed mind and body.
"Jong…" Heeseung whispers slowly, sucking harder at the finger in his mouth. "Jongseong-ah…"
"Shh, I'm here," Jongseong says softly, and he tugs Heeseung closer to him so that he can feel his warmth. Heeseung's brain might not understand what his boyfriend's saying, but hopefully his body will feel Jongseong heat—a heat that only belongs to Jongseong—and will know that he's here with Heeseung, Jongseong's protecting him, waiting for him.
Jongseong pulls Heeseung into his lap, swinging his legs gently to the side as Jongseong cups his cheeks and layers slow kisses against his face.
"How are you feeling, love?" Jongseong's voice is gentle, doting. Where he had previously been focused on bringing Heeseung to the height of pleasure on his cock alone, his mind is now focused on making sure that Heeseung is comfortable in the aftermath.
"H-hm—"
A weak moan is the best answer Heeseung can give, his capacity for speech long destroyed.
"That's good," Jongseong hums, mainly because he fucked Heeseung to this point enough times to know each and every one of his sounds: the muffled whimpers whenever Heeseung is sore and wants Jongseong to massage him, the sweet moans whenever he's just blissed out and happy, timid whines whenever he's still somehow horny for more and wants Jongseong between his legs for longer.
Today, it's a sweet little moan that spills from Heeseung's mouth, and Jongseong's heart purrs in delight. Bringing Heeseung to this state, content and pliant and innocent to everything else in the world, is his eternal goal. If Jongseong could keep Heeseung in this fuzzy bliss forever, he would—because this harsh, cold world is too brutal for someone as soft as Heeseung, too cruel for someone as kind as him.
Pleased with himself, Jongseong stares down at him.
In a few minutes, Heeseung starts to return to his senses. The dazed look in his pupils will be replaced with the sparkling eyes that Jongseong loves and Heeseung finally begins responding to him, finally begins hearing him.
For now, though, Jongseong has a few minutes while Heeseung still lost to the world, and he wants to savor all of them to admire just how beautiful Heeseung look like this, fucked out on his lap, left with nothing but love for Jongseong and trusting him to the fullest.