Chapter Text
For the first half, please read the threadfic here. If you’re confused why it starts like this and you ignored this note, well, that’s on you I suppose lol
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Kim Dokja moaned into Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth when a hand traveled up from his back to his neck, sending slights shivers up his spine and locking him further into the kiss.
Kim Dokja scrambled to readjust his position – when Yoo Joonghyuk grabbed him into his hold, he was awkwardly bent while sitting on the couch. If he crushed him further, who knew what he’d do to his spine.
Unfortunately for Kim Dokja, his squirming against the other’s torso caused Yoo Joonghyuk to pause abruptly. He released his hold of Kim Dokja’s neck only to hoist him onto his lap. When Kim Dokja finally rested on his lap, his eyes snapped downward when he felt something suspiciously hard against his inner thigh.
“Really?” Kim Dokja looked at Yoo Joonghyuk with an unamused expression. He only squirmed a little bit!
Yoo Joonghyuk grunted back. His large hand gripped Kim Dokja’s growing hard-on, eliciting a tiny gasp from the smaller man. “Not like you’re any better.”
Kim Dokja’s lip twitched.
Kim Dokja rolled his hips forward to press against Yoo Joonghyuk’s stiff length as both a direct provocation and slight pettiness to Yoo Joonghyuk’s statement. The latter’s grip around his waist tightened to the point of bruising, his gaze turning dark.
“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk hissed out.
“Mhmm, say it again.” Kim Dokja grinned. He grinded his hips forward to increase the pressure, the grin on his face only growing bigger as Yoo Joonghyuk’s stoic expression cracked.
“Kim. Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s tone was murderous.
“Yes?” Kim Dokja batted his pretty lashes. His hand moved to press against Yoo Joonghyuk’s abdomen, his fingers teasing the other with shy circles that crept closer to the hard length.
“Were you thinking of this when I was eating my popsicle?” Kim Dokja leaned in, barely out of reach of a kiss.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
“Liar.” Kim Dokja laughed before quickly pecking Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips. “You only need to tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”
“Fine.” Yoo Joonghyuk loosened his grip. “Show me.”
Kim Dokja licked his lips as he got off of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lap and knelt down on the floor. His hands spread wide against Yoo Joonghyuk’s inner thighs, his grip digging into his flesh as he skillfully tugged down Yoo Joonghyuk’s pants. His stiff, hard cock was impossibly large, barely contained within his boxers. Kim Dokja gave the tip a gentle blow when he freed it from its confines.
“Get to it.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s voice was low with lust. His hand gripped Kim Dokja’s hair.
“Joonghyuk-ah, you’re so impatient.” Kim Dokja chided, but his body responded otherwise. His mouth opened wide as his tongue dragged against the underside as his hand pumped his cock. His tongue returned to the tip which was dribbling precum, his kitten licks annoying Yoo Joonghyuk to no end. A growl escaped the other’s throat, causing Kim Dokja to puff out a laugh.
Kim Dokja moved onto taking in the tip into his mouth before quickly swallowing him whole. He could feel Yoo Joonghyuk throb inside when he pressed deeper until his nose touched his curls, his breath slightly ragged at the sudden exertion. The hand which gripped his hair tightened as a curse from above was utter under Yoo Joonghyuk’s breath.
He bobbed his head up and down at a tantalizingly slow pace, his fingers tightly wrapping around the base as to build up the pleasure. The slight drag of his lower jaw against Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock caused the other to hitch a deep breath. All of a sudden, another hand grasped Kim Dokja’s hair.
Yoo Joonghyuk’s hips thrusted forward slightly, his hands pressing Kim Dokja’s head to take him in further, causing the latter to almost choke at the increasing pace. Tears formed at the edges of his eyes, but Kim Dokja wasn’t going to back down from this challenge—his pride wouldn’t allow it.
His throat was used as if Yoo Joonghyuk owned him, freely using him as he pleased, and Kim Dokja was fine with that. It was more than fine, as his own pants started to feel tighter and wetter, the excitement of being able to fully taste Yoo Joonghyuk bringing his mind to a haze.
A muffled moan vibrated against Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock when a foot pressed against Kim Dokja’s aching hard-on. Kim Dokja visibly twitched in surprise while Yoo Joonghyuk grunted at his moan, his grip on Kim Dokja’s hair tightening. Kim Dokja glared; the foot that rubbed methodically against his small cock teased him with both pain and pleasure.
The heel of Yoo Joonghyuk’s foot kneads with just the right amount of pressure along his length that it makes Kim Dokja tremble. The heat pooling in his stomach only grows stronger the more that Yoo Joonghyuk kneads, but Yoo Joonghyuk is steady in his grip as he continues to plunder Kim Dokja’s mouth.
Kim Dokja could tell that Yoo Joonghyuk was close to his orgasm when his deep, throaty growl surfaced from his lips mixed in with his ragged breaths. It sent shivers down Kim Dokja’s spine, and his own cock twitched pathetically to the sound of his lover’s voice.
He sucks harder, urging Yoo Joonghyuk to come into his mouth and let him drink up his seed. Yoo Joonghyuk responds to his provocation by fucking his mouth faster, so much so that Kim Dokja can barely breathe, his jaw hurting at the girth of his size.
A grunt from above is the only signal Kim Dokja gets before something hot gushes into his mouth. He greedily drinks it up as the cock in his mouth twitches and spurts until there is nothing left to feed him with. Slowly, the grip on his head loosens and Kim Dokja can finally gulp in his needed oxygen, but not forgetting to lick Yoo Joonghyuk’s cock clean (as he should).
“How do I taste?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked.
“You taste okay,” Kim Dokja lies. He won’t say it out loud that he likes sucking his lover off, tasting him fully, breathing in that musky scent. “Not sweet. Eat some pineapple maybe.” Kim Dokja responded with a quirk of a smirk. Yoo Joonghyuk scowled.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Kim Dokja peered over his shoulder after Yoo Joonghyuk suddenly stood up and walked away. Yoo Joonghyuk leaves him hanging as the bedroom door slams shut.
Kim Dokja grumbles as he gets up. He feels sticky after Yoo Joonghyuk left him just like this. However, the moment he takes his first step towards the bedroom, the door opens again.
Kim Dokja raises a brow. “You’re going outside?”
“Yes.” Yoo Joonghyuk deadpans. “To. Buy. Pineapple.”
Kim Dokja laughs out loud. “Oh, Joonghyukie, impress me with different flavours, m’kay?”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolls his eyes. “Like what?”
“Oh, you know,” Kim Dokja pressed a finger to his lip, “other fruits, cinnamon, peppermint; those kinds of things.”
Yoo Joonghyuk looked at him funny. “Why do you know those things?”
Kim Dokja blinked before coughing awkwardly. “For… science.”
Yoo Joonghyuk smirked. “Hm. I’ll feed you properly.”
Kim Dokja peered out of the window as the car from the driveway pulled out. A hand was pressed against his mouth, his internal emotions somewhat a mess. He couldn’t tell whether it was excitement or dread, but either way, their next few meals were going to be interesting.