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The typing was getting ridiculous. It wasn’t just aggressive, it had emotion to it. It was loud and angry.
Of course, Yeowoon had gotten used to the noise. His boyfriend was basically a keyboard warrior, so of course, over time, he’d become numb to the occasional keyboard-smashing sessions. But this... this was louder. Waaay louder than usual, in fact.
Who pissed him off this time…? Yeowoon almost felt bad for them. He knew all too well just how impossible it was to reply while Jigu spammed the chat, mindlessly arguing. Just remembering it annoyed him.
“Jigu,” Yeowoon called out. No response.
“Why are you typing so aggressively?” He raised his voice slightly.
Still nothing.
Jigu didn’t even try to look his way. All he did was keep on typing, as he muttered curses under his breath.
Yeowoon squinted his eyes. Has illusion ever been that serious..? (hypocrite)
He sighed and redirected his attention to Jigu’s laptop that he’d borrowed earlier, clicking on the guild chat and hoping they would be able to know why he was acting like this. And lo and behold — they did.
[Guild] HalloweenEggplant: BREAKING NEWS the guild’s femboy (Ji9star) is fighting with a random player rn come watch his cheeks get CLAPPED in REAL TIME!!!
[Guild] neutaaaa: .?
[Guild] Cockwoash: On my way! On my way! On my way!
What..? At this point, Yeowoon was confused. What was going on? He teleported to where the others were, and there he was. His boyfriend,
Fighting with someone from a different guild, about god knows what.
: F*k, stop typing so fast
: Typing fast ≠ Skill. You're just spamming to compensate for the fact that you're trash
Ji9star: Trash? That's funny coming from a low level..
Ji9star: Since you wanna talk about my skills, how about we PvP? Though I'd feel a bit bad...
Ji9star: I mean, we all know how it's gonna go.. It'll basically be an insta kill! >_<
: LOL Okay prove it then, come fight me twink
Ji9star : ? What did you just call me
Yeowoon stared at the chat for a second. Then, he let out a laugh, completely in disbelief. THIS is what he's so worked up over...?
He looked up again, and Jigu was completely engrossed in his screen. Focused, tense, absolutely determined to win a fight against a troll…
He couldn’t believe it. Or, well, maybe he could. That wasn’t out of character for Jigu at all.
Yeowoon tilted his head, watching his boyfriend get so mad over a random troll. He looked cute while angry.
But it was still stupid. Jigu was putting a lot of effort into something so meaningless. If it were a ranked PvP match, Yeowoon would’ve understood. But this? It was just some random troll, and Jigu was gonna win anyway.
..So, why not make things more interesting?
Yeowoon’s lips curled into a sly smile. Since he was gonna win easily anyway, why not give him a little challenge? Something to actually get stressed out over? Considering how everyone already knew the outcome..
Without another thought, he typed ‘afk’ into the guild chat, slid the laptop off his lap, and set it aside. This was gonna be fun.
He got up, stretching lazily as he moved towards Jigu’s gaming setup, and, without a word, he crouched down and slid quietly under the desk.
Obviously, Jigu had noticed almost instantly.
“Hyung..??” He glanced down to see Yeowoon right between his legs.
Yeowoon didn’t answer. He simply looked up at him, an innocent expression plastered over his face as his hand reached for his waistband and tugged his pants down.
“What are you—?! W-wait—! I’m in the middle of a—“ Jigu’s eyes shot wide, processing what Yeowoon was doing as he started to panic. If this continues, he might potentially lose the PvP match.. and it’s against a low level, of all things. It’d be REALLY humiliating.
“I’m just trying to help you out,” Yeowoon murmured, his voice low. “You looked tense, so I figured I should provide you with some ‘emotional support’!~”
“Wha- I don’t- Ah!” Jigu’s voice broke as Yeowoon suddenly wrapped a hand around his dick, slowly stroking the flaccid length until it began to stiffen. It was funny just how fast Jigu started to react.
Yeowoon leaned in and dragged his tongue up the shaft in a slow, deliberate sweep, trying to drag out even more reactions from Jigu. As he was carefully examining his face, he sealed his lips around the tip before sinking further.
“Hyung, ah, seriously–!” Jigu jolted, hips twitching. “I-I can’t focus like this..!”
Yeowoon didn’t care. He didn’t slow down despite Jigu’s pleas, and the match had already started. Jigu kept messing up his skills badly. His combos weren’t landing, and worst of all, it looked like he was starting to half ass his skills.
He couldn’t focus. Like, at all.
Jigu clenched his jaw, fingers trembling over the keyboard. He tried pushing through it, trying to land any hit on his opponent, but Yeowoon kept making it difficult—his tongue flicking along the underside of his shaft, slow and teasing.
Yeowoon was definitely enjoying this. Probably more than he should. Seeing Jigu’s pathetic attempts to keep playing while he sucked him off was downright entertaining. And might’ve also gotten him hard as well.
He moaned softly as he tried to take Jigu deeper, inch by inch. It didn’t help how stupidly big he was. Deep-throating him was certainly a challenge.. a soft gag escaped, as his throat tightened around him, trying to adjust, and Jigu could feel every bit of it.
Jigu, on the verge of losing it, gripped his mouse with shaky hands, trying to control his breathing. “Haa, F-fuck— Can’t you just— h-hang on, I need to lock in for a second—!“
He squinted at his screen, trying to ignore the way Yeowoon’s mouth was still wrapped around him. His fingers hovered over his keys as he clicked forward, desperate to land at least one hit—just one.
But then Yeowoon pulled back, all the way to the tip, only to take him in his mouth again, sucking harder as Jigu’s cock hit the back of his throat. His eyes flicked up, watching in amusement as Jigu struggled.
Jigu’s breath hitched, hands slipping on his keyboard. “Shit—!” There was no way he could win, not with this sloppy gameplay.
His opponent used his skill and—
Ji9star has been killed.
Honestly, it wasn’t even surprising. With the way Jigu’s hands were shaking and his mind being in a half-hazy state, he didn’t stand a chance.
And almost immediately, the troll started firing off messages in the chat, laughing at how easy it was to kill a max level.
: ?
: LOLOLOL
: What was that about me being an “insta kill”…?
: LMFAOOOO
: Delete your account atp ㅗㅗ
Jigu scrambled to reply, but his brain wasn’t working. He could hardly think straight, let alone type. The stimulation was way too much, and he felt like he could cum at any moment.
There was absolutely no way he could keep playing like this. He figured he’d just go ‘afk’ for now, but even typing out an excuse was a struggle.
Ji9star: Lsg
Ji9star: Lag
Ji9star: SStfu ㅗ
Ji9star: Cat’solaying witn tbe cabke
Ji9star: 1 sex
Ji9star: sec*
Jigu stared at his screen, completely mortified by the typo—and by the fact that, for some reason, it hadn’t been censored. Though he had other things to worry about.
His fingers slipped off the keyboard as he let out a shaky breath. He leaned back in his chair, legs trembling, while Yeowoon kept bobbing his head, slow and steady, refusing to stop.
One hand reached down to Yeowoon’s hair. Jigu’s fingers tangled in the strands, guiding him gently as Yeowoon kept moving.
“Nngh.. Ah..!” Jigu bucked his hips forward a little, his voice shaking. “S-so, so close..” he muttered, barely holding himself together.
By this point, Jigu was close—breathing ragged, hips twitching uncontrollably. Yeowoon’s jaw throbbed from the stretch and effort he had to put in, but he kept going. After sucking Jigu off a bit more, he finally decided that enough was enough, pulling back just a little. His lips were glistening, and his cheeks were flushed. Yeowoon looked like such a turn-on, but Jigu started missing the feeling of his boyfriend's mouth on his dick.
“Jigu-ya, why’d you stop playing?” Yeowoon teased, hand sliding up to grip Jigu’s shaft. “Was I distracting you?” His hand started moving slowly along Jigu’s length, jacking him off. “Should I just stop? So that you can focus on your game?”
“Ah, I’m—!” His head dropped back against the chair, feeling himself getting closer and closer to finishing.
Yeowoon smiled to himself, watching Jigu squirm under his touch. It was obvious how close he was — his breath was shaky, his thighs were trembling, and, most importantly, his dick was twitching.
And just before Jigu could cum, Yeowoon stopped, leaving Jigu breathless and trembling.
Jigu whimpered, body shaking. “Hngh, why’d you stop…?!” His voice cracked with frustration. He’d been so close, but that sudden halt had ruined everything. His body ached with the need to finish. Why was Yeowoon doing this to him? It was driving him absolutely insane.
And all Yeowoon did was look up at him, acting all clueless. “Oh, did you want me to keep going?” He asked sweetly. “You never really asked me to… I was worried I’d be a distraction.”
Jigu let out a shaky breath, his chest heaving. “Dammit, you’ve already distracted me enough, why do you suddenly care now..!” he snapped, voice tight.
“Ah, Is that so…?” He said quietly, like it wasn’t obvious. “Then, should I just keep going?” Yeowoon wrapped his hand around Jigu’s dick again. “Tell me, Jigu-ya. Do you want me to continue?”
Jigu gave a quiet, breathless sound instead of answering, his hips bucking forward slightly on Yeowoon’s hand as if he wanted more.
“I’ll be taking that as a yes, then.” Yeowoon found Jigu’s desperation adorable. Maybe I should do this more often..
He started up again, his strokes continuing at an excruciatingly slow pace. His fingers curled around Jigu’s cock, like he was handling something fragile, trying his best to be gentle.
The problem was that Jigu was already close. He’d been close, and every second Yeowoon delayed it—every second he’d squeeze his cock just soft enough—drove him closer and closer to his climax.
Yeowoon really was great with his hands. And he was equally as good at driving Jigu crazy. He started rubbing his thumb across the leaking tip, making it harder and harder to keep it in.
Jigu sucked in a breath, head tilting back as he tried suppressing the overwhelming urge to thrust up harder into that hand.
And just as he was finally about to cum, Yeowoon stopped down again.
Jigu panted, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down after his second denied orgasm. “Ugh—hngh—?!”
Yeowoon let out a soft, very unconvincing and dramatic sigh. “Ah, my hands are cramping..”
“..What? Hyung, seriously,, stop messing with me—!” Jigu was getting worked up.
Yeowoon tilted his head slightly, feigning innocence. “Mess with you..? No way.” He shook his head slowly, still trying to keep up the act. “Jigu-ya, you’re seriously underestimating your size. Anyone would get tired after stroking something this big for a while.”
Jigu stayed quiet. As he was growing more and more tired from the edging, a frustrated thought flickered through his mind: Why don’t I just do it myself..? Nothing was stopping him from actually jacking himself off. He shot Yeowoon a glare as the thought lingered in his head.
Yeowoon caught the glare in Jigu’s eyes and laughed softly under his breath, clearly amused by this whole situation.
He figured maybe it was time to cut him some slack. After all, Jigu had held out for this long… He definitely deserved a reward.
“Mm, fine. Since my hands are so tired…” Yeowoon leaned in slowly, eyes never leaving Jigu’s flushed face. His voice dropped to a playful murmur. “Guess I’ll have to go back to using my mouth instead.”
He started to lick the tip, warm and wet, and Jigu gasped.
“A-ah…! H-hold on— Ngh!” Tears welled up in his eyes from the overstimulation and the edging,
And with a shuddering breath, as well as a desperate moan, Jigu finally came, spilling across Yeowoon’s lips in sudden, unexpected bursts.
Yeowoon blinked, caught completely off guard as he swallowed a bit of it. He leaned back, his lips glistening. “…Oh my.” He really didn’t see that coming.
Jigu sat slumped in the chair, still trembling, trying to catch his breath. Maybe Yeowoon should do something like this more often.
Then, without warning, Yeowoon licked the remaining cum off of his mouth—like it was nothing.
His eyes shot wide, panic flicking across his face. “Hyung—! Why the hell would you lick that..?!“ It was such a perverted move.
Yeowoon hummed, flashing him a sly smile. “Hmm? Oh, I missed a spot,” he said, completely ignoring Jigu’s question as he casually swiped the remaining cum from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and licked it off.
Jigu's flustered cheeks turned a deeper red, genuinely baffled by Yeowoon’s actions. This was way too freaky…!! “Stop—! Spit it out! I’ll get you a tissue or something to clean with just—“
Before Jigu could properly stand, Yeowoon got up and pressed a firm hand against his chest, pushing him back onto the chair. “There's no need for that,” he murmured, “Stay right there.”
Jigu stiffened, breath caught in his throat. “…Huh?” He barely had any time to react before Yeowoon straddled his lap, already tugging his own pants down and tossing them aside.
Yeowoon never intended to go this far, but watching Jigu turn into such a mess made him want more.
He lifted himself slightly, reaching behind him and wrapping his hands around Jigu’s dick, as he positioned himself without a word.
“F-fuck—!” Jigu’s words were cut off in a choked gasp as Yeowoon sank down on him without warning.
The slickness from earlier- the saliva left behind after Yeowoon had sucked him off— worked as natural lube, making it easier than expected. Yeowoon didn’t have to stretch himself much since he’s done it before coming over (pervert.. who’s shocked atp), so he lowered himself onto Jigu’s cock slowly, and let the tightness settle around him.
But despite that, it still felt somewhat tight. Jigu, for the love of God—could you please just- shrink your dick a little…?
Yeowoon gritted his teeth, fingers clinging to Jigu’s shoulders as he tried to get used to the stretch. “Nngh…”
Jigu's hand shot to Yeowoon's hips, trying to keep him steady, groaning a little from the sudden pressure around his dick. “Hyung, ugh—“
Yeowoon slowly, hesitantly at first, started to finally roll his hips in lazy circles, savoring the feeling of Jigu filling him up. Each movement sent a tremble through his body, soft moans slipping out of his mouth as he felt good.
"Unh, so full.. ah~" Yeowoon's voice was soft, almost breathless.
He shifted, lifting his hips up just a little higher before slamming back down onto Jigu’s dick, hitting his prostate dead-on. “Ah-! Mmh—hah.. ngh..!~”
His fingers dug into Jigu’s shoulders as he rode out each wave of pleasure, bouncing up and down on his cock with shaky, breathless moans.
Jigu’s grip on Yeowoon’s hips tightened, the gaming chair creaking beneath them with every movement.
The game had long since faded into nothing more than background noise by this point, the game’s soundtrack drowned out by soft moans and the wet slap of skin. Winning didn’t matter to Jigu anymore– he’d already forgotten about the match at this point.
And it was all Yeowoon’s fault. How could he even think about the match right now? “Ah- f-fuck..” Jigu groaned, burying his face in Yeowoon’s shoulder.
The thought of crushing his opponent was gone, replaced by a desperate urge to bury himself even deeper into his boyfriend. His chest heaved as the need overtook him, and he grabbed Yeowoon’s waist harder before driving his hips up in a sharp thrust.
Yeowoon gasped, his whole body jolting. “Hn–gh,,!!?~” His voice broke into a shaky moan, pleasure sparking through him as Jigu kept thrusting up into him–feeling everything so much more intensely while Jigu kept hitting his prostate mercilessly each time.
“S-so deep,, hnn,,!~” Yeowoon trembled, tilting his head back slightly, giving Jigu full access to his neck.
Jigu grunted, his teeth grazing the soft skin of Yeowoon’s neck, then pressed quick, apologetic kisses over the marks he’d left there.
Yeowoon shivered at the sudden, wet kisses pressed against his neck, his body flooded with ecstasy. “Ungh, ah..!~ R-right there,, haah~!” His walls clenched tightly around Jigu, feeling like he could cum any minute.
It was insane how vocal Yeowoon was being today. Every moan, every gasp, and the way his hole squeezed down around Jigu’s dick—it was all too much. Jigu could barely keep it together. His voice cracked as he choked out, “Hyung, I’m— close,,!” Heat coiled in his stomach, nearing his climax as well.
“Ahn—!~” Yeowoon’s whole body trembled as he finally came, squeezing down on Jigu as he shuddered through his orgasm.
Jigu groaned at the sudden rush of tightness, his hips jerking up as his movements grew sloppier, cumming inside Yeowoon immediately after.
Yewoon leaned forward on Jigu, shivering and twitching as the last waves of pleasure faded away.
The warmth pooling inside him made him wince slightly—Jigu’s cock still inside his hole, keeping his cum from spilling out. It left him feeling uncomfortably full—though for some reason, the thought of that was pretty funny to him.
A shaky chuckle slipped from his lips. “You came a lot..” He teased softly, like he was stating a fact rather than actually complaining about it.
And that flustered Jigu. “Haah—Hyung, don’t say stuff like that..!” If Yeowoon were to continue saying perverted stuff like that, Jigu could seriously end up losing it. And they could end up going for a few more rounds..
As Jigu tried calming himself down, he glanced at his PC screen, essentially remembering the opponent he’d abandoned just to pound his boyfriend. “Oh, fuck!” He yelped, suddenly sitting upright, “I forgot about the game..!”
“What..?” Yeowoon was dumb founded. Was he seriously gonna continue playing like this..? Jigu was even more determined than he’d initally thought.
While trying to adjust his position, making sure to grab Yeowoon’s waist to steady him and keep him on his lap, he’d shifted in a way that hit just the right spot.
“Ah—!” Yeowoon let out a soft, quiet moan, his body trembling a little from the sudden action. ”Mmmh—Jigu-ya…”
The sudden moan made Jigu freeze, his fingers hesitating on the keyboard. There was absolutely no way he was gonna be finishing this match anytime soon. Or even at all.
Yeowoon’s breath ghosted over Jigu’s ear as he whispered, low and unsteady. “Just quit the game already.. Focus on me, not the screen..” Completely tossing the ‘emotional support for the game’ excuse out the window, he admitted to himself that riding Jigu was just way too tiring.
And that’s pretty much all it took for Jigu to completely fold and abandon the game completely.
He quickly closed out of illusion and carried his boyfriend over to his bed. The game could definitely wait, but this? This definitely couldn’t.
And Jigu knew he was definitely going to be made fun of and accused of pussying out of the match once he was back, but that was for future Jigu to deal with. Present Jigu on the other hand had things to do— namely, fucking his boyfriend.