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Joong is sitting across from Dunk at the dining room table in Dunk's small secret apartment when the urges start. They hardly ever get time to come here, and when they do it’s usually because they are playing, so his body is already on alert and expecting bedroom activities. Instead he’s been forced to sit still and listen…which isn’t his strong suit when he’s horny.
As it was, he’d immediately tried to take his lover to the bedroom the moment they walked in the door, but Dunk had insisted that they need to sit down and discuss their upcoming schedules. They haven’t had a scene in awhile and they need to figure out a good time to set one up outside of filming.
Planning the scene themselves is exciting for him, but Joong is already over this particular discussion, because he’s so distracted by how hot Dunk looks right now in his tight button up shirt and can’t get over how his pouty lips look with his new gloss on them. But he tries hard to listen to the other man as he types something into his phone and asks Joong's opinion on the date.
Joong scrolls through his calendar and agrees to the time and date, but when he looks back up at Dunk, he is met with him leaned back in his seat as he stretches his arms above his head and suddenly Joong can't breathe.
Dunk's chest looks…
His cock twitches.
Shit. He can’t stop staring at it.
It’s not that he hasn’t noticed Dunk’s changing physique over the last few months, he most certainly has, but he’s tried his hardest to keep his more intense thoughts to himself. If he started sexting Dunk about how much his new body is turning him on, they’d never get any of their work done.
But honestly, it’s getting harder and harder to do that when Dunk keeps showing up wearing these tight button up’s and see through shirts that show off his newly formed muscular ass pecs. And Joong knows he’s doing it on purpose. He has to be.
Dunk groans and twists his body and…
Fuck.
Joong can see his nipples through the shirt he's wearing right now. He wants to get his hands and his mouth on them so bad that he’s nearly aching with it.
He’s always loved Dunk’s chest. Even when it was soft. He loved filming scenes where he could bury his face between his pecs and kiss him to his heart's content. But now? When they are bigger and firmer? He can’t keep his eyes off of them. Can't stop himself from wanting to call them tits.
“Oi, Joong,” Dunk says, voice mildly annoyed, “Are you even listening to me?”
Joong glances up from Dunk’s clothed chest to his face and is met with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk. It’s not the first time Dunk has looked at him like this.
He knows what it means.
Shit.
He’s been busted.
Dunk caught him staring.
“Sorry,” Joong replies sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I got–”
“Distracted?” Dunk finishes, crossing his arms in front of his chest, which only exacerbates Joong’s current problem. The action has pressed his pecs more together and now Joong’s eyes slide right back to them, mind sinking down into the gutter as he pictures popping the buttons off his shirt and pinching his nipples between his fingers.
“A bit, yeah.” He admits slowly, trying very hard to get his eyes to focus on Dunk’s face instead of his perfect fucking tits.
“I can fix that.” Dunk replies, and suddenly pushes his chair back from the table and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
Joong doesn't even try to hide his surprise. “What are you doing?”
“Getting it over with.”
Joong is lost. “Getting what over with?”
“Well, obviously you aren’t going to be able to focus on our discussion until you feel them up, so…” He shrugs the shirt off and Joong watches it fall to the ground as Dunk points to his chest before letting his hands fall to his sides. “Go ahead and touch them.”
Joong’s body moves without his permission, abandoning his own seat to walk around the table and stand directly in front of Dunk. His body tingles with just the thought of getting what he wants, but he doesn’t want to do it if Dunk is just offering out of a sense of obligation or because it’s what he knows Joong wants. That’s not how their games work. It has to be mutual.
So, he doesn’t reach for him. Instead he bites his lip before asking, “Do you really want me to do that? Or are you just humoring me?”
“I know I probably sounded a bit put off,” Dunk admits with a frown. “But I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t okay with it, Joong.”
Joong moves closer until his legs are pressed right against Dunks. “I just…” he starts, and then lets his hand hover over Dunk’s bare chest, “don’t want you to feel like you have to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”
Dunk sighs before grabbing Joong’s hand and pressing it to his left pec until Joong’s fingers squeeze the flesh beneath them. “As if you could make me do something I’m uncomfortable with doing. Who’s the one in charge here, hmm?”
A pleasant feeling sparks at the base of his neck as he responds, “You are.”
“That’s right.” He says, smiling up at Joong. “So, do what you want with them.”
Permission granted, Joong squeezes and plays with them. They are firmer, sure, but still buoyant in his hands. He plays with them for just a few seconds before brushing his thumbs across his nipples.
Dunk breathes in sharply and Joong takes the opportunity to lean down to capture his mouth as it’s open. He slips his tongue inside and feels Dunk’s hands come up to tangle in his hair and caress his jaw as he rolls his nipples between his fingers.
God, he could kiss Dunk for hours, but he wants to put his mouth to better use, so he breaks away and backs up, hands moving from Dunk’s chest to his thighs and he pushes them apart a bit.
Dunk gets the memo and spreads his legs to allow Joong room to kneel between them so he has easier access to his nipples. He wastes no time getting his mouth around one pink bud. Joong bites and sucks the nub between his teeth and twists the other one between his finger and thumb until he feels Dunk start pushing up against him. He knows Dunk’s nipples aren’t as sensitive as his are, but playing with them like this is still going to turn him on.
He uses his free hand to run his fingers down Dunk’s stomach and along his hip and finally he presses his palm to Dunk’s erection. He holds it there and then strokes his length twice between two fingers before removing his hand completely from Dunk’s lap.
“Fucking tease.” Dunk grouches, but Joong knows he’s not mad. If he was, he’d be telling Joong that he’s on strike one.
Not that it would be a bad thing. Sometimes he tries to push his luck with Dunk and get punished on purpose, but he’s not in a bratty mood today. He just wants to play with Dunk’s tits and then get them both off.
Which reminds him..
His own cock is so hard he can’t contain himself anymore. He has to do something. So he releases Dunk’s nipples from his mouth and hand and stands up, unzipping his pants and pulling himself out. He strokes it a few times as Dunk breathes heavily below him. He already looks half out of it with just Joong’s rough treatment of his nipples. He wonders…
He steps closer, almost straddling Dunk and jerks himself off for a moment, trying to talk himself out of what he’s about to ask. Touching them, teasing them, was ok, but surely Dunk wouldn’t let him fuck his dick between them, right?
He grabs one in his right hand as he continues stroking his cock and he can’t help but catch Dunk’s eyes as they watch what he’s doing. Dunk’s tongue darts out to lick his lips and Joong knows he wants to put Joong’s cock in his mouth.
But that’s not what he wants right now. Not when he has Dunk’s tits in his hands. Not when he can ask…
He lets go of his cock and starts fondling Dunk’s chest again, this time pressing his pecs together and kneading them a bit.
“Joong?” Dunk’s voice is low and questioning, but it’s not the way he sounds when he’s warning Joong that he’s gone too far, so Joong moves his hips to allow the head of his cock to brush up against one of his nipples.
“Teerak,” Joong requests softly, rutting his cock gently across his skin, leaving sticky residue behind before meeting his partner's wide eyes. “Can I?”
Dunk pushes Joong’s hands away from his body and the sharp sting of rejection hits him like a brick, but before he can apologize he realizes that Dunk only did it so he could replace them with his own.
“Is this what you want, baby?” Dunk asks with a knowing look in his eyes as he presses his pecs together to make a little line of cleavage. “Is this why you’ve been staring at me all day long? Did you keep picturing yourself fucking your tiny cock between my new tits?”
“Fuck yes,” Joong nearly whines, his not tiny cock oozing precum at the very picture Dunk is making right now. “Please…”
“Go ahead, then. Show me how much you like them.”
Joong does as he’s told. He presses his wet cock into the tight passage Dunk is making for him and starts fucking into it.
It feels good.
So good.
And sure, it’s not as hot and wet as Dunk’s mouth, and it’s definitely not as tight as his ass, but it still gets him there. It’s more the thought of it…the visuals that is doing it for him. He can’t keep his eyes off Dunk’s face and his hands…shit… his pretty hands are pushing his tits together so that Joong can fuck them.
And the fact that Dunk is watching his cock press in and out is also doing it for him. He likes that Dunk is turned on by this.
“Fuck, Dunk,” He pants, rutting into the soft mounds. “You feel so good…look so hot like this…god, I won’t be able…to look at them the same way…”
“So, you approve of my extra hours at the gym now?”
“Yes, shit.” He’s close…so…fucking…close. “Baby…I-”
He backs up and starts furiously jerking off while Dunk lets go of his chest. It’s glistening with his precum and his nipples are puffy from all the attention. He wants to rub his dick all over them…and that is what does it.
Joong comes all over Dunk’s chest, painting one nipple white. He rubs his sensitive head into his mess, rubbing some of into his skin before letting go and pressing his forehead to Dunk’s. “Hah…heh…fuck…”
He glances up and sees Dunk’s eyes staring right at him. It's too much. There's so much emotion swirling there, so he moves back, but not before stealing a quick kiss as he climbs off Dunk’s lap.
“So, what are you going to do about this?” Dunk asks, looking pointedly down at the tent in his pants.
“Don’t worry, I have a plan.” Joong breathes, tucking himself back into his jeans. "You don't really think I'd leave you hanging after that do you?" He smirks and then jerks Dunk up from the chair before quickly shoving the man towards the bedroom. “Take off your pants and lay on the edge of the bed.” He demands once they are inside.
This isn’t a scene, so Dunk doesn't argue. He just does as Joong says, stripping the rest of his clothes to lay naked across the comforter.
Joong quickly finds the lube and sinks back down to his knees.
“If you were going to blow me, we could have stayed in the dining room.” he quips.
“I'm not going to blow you.” Joong replies with a devilish grin. “Just hold your legs to your chest for me, baby, and let me take care of you, alright?"
“Oh, fuck.” Dunk mutters, and holds himself open. This isn’t the first time he’s done this to Dunk, so he knows what’s coming before Joong even gets close to his hole.
He softly blows on it first, watching it flutter briefly before licking across it. Dunk shudders but Joong ignores it. He licks him again, hands roaming across his ass cheeks and thighs as he works his tongue against Dunk’s rim until it’s wet enough to allow him entry.
Dunk curses but keeps still, allowing Joong tongue to dip inside. He grabs the lube and pours some onto his fingers as he eats Dunk out until he's moaning and shaking under his tongue. Only when Dunk begs for more does he add two fingers. Dunk lets go of his legs so Joong has to remind him that he needs to keep them open.
“But then I can't jerk myself off.”
“Exactly.” He murmurs against his asscheek and then goes back to abusing his prostate with his fingers while licking around his rim. He’s made Dunk come on just his fingers alone a few times. It’s so fucking hot when he manages it.
He wants to do it now.
He knows he’s getting close when Dunk groans deep in his throat and then jerks hard.
“Joong, please…I can’t–”
“Yes you can, baby.” Joong encourages, rubbing that spot inside with just the right amount of pressure. “I know you can.” He kisses his thigh and sucks a hickey into the creamy flesh before moving on to lap at his balls. He pays attention to each of them for a moment while he fucks his fingers in and out of Dunk's body.
Joong enjoys the needy sounds Dunk is making as his thighs quiver. Joong glances up to see that his fingers are digging into them so hard that he’ll probably have bruises in the morning, but Joong doesn’t stop. He just continues his ministrations until Dunk gasps out a desperate, “Joong.”
“I know.” Joong says, quickly standing up so he can can get a front row seat to the show, and presses his middle finger against his prostate hard. “Come for me,” he commands.
And Dunk does.
His cock spurts white across his stomach, his own cum mixing with Joong’s as it hits his chest. The sight is almost enough to get Joong going again, but Dunk is shaking as he comes back down from his intense orgasm. His legs fall to the side and he breathes deeply, hands trembling as he brings them to his face.
“Don’t hide.” Joong admonishes, taking Dunk’s hands into his. “I fucked your tits and you stared right at me while I did it. Don’t get embarrassed now.”
“Not embarrassed.” Dunk grumbles, but Joong knows the truth. He always gets overwhelmed when he comes untouched.
So, Joong moves the blankets and climbs onto the bed and pulls him up into his lap to cuddle. He’s still dressed but it doesn’t matter. He just wants to take care of his lover. He holds him and kisses his face and lips.
“Thanks for letting me do that, though.” He whispers between kisses.
“I knew you’d like it, you pervert.” Dunk replies, but snuggles down into him.
And yeah, maybe he is, but, “Yeah, but you’re the one letting me fuck you, so what does that make you?”
He grabs the blanket and pulls it over them. “Shut up.” He mutters, “Or I’ll make you go back to the dining room to finish our talk right now.”
Joong rolls his eyes, “Fine. You win.”
He can feel Dunk smile against his neck and he knows Dunk knows he has Joong right where Dunk wants him.
But that’s fine. Because Joong doesn’t want to be anywhere else.