⁰¹ bbh & yhw

i'm nearly lost completely in the snug heat, thighs tensed and muscles strained as i resist the urge to plow forward, yet the sound of your voice snaps me out of the daze, my eyes snapping back up to your face. okay, sweetheart. hyung will take care of you, hm? with a tight grip on your waist, i guide my hips forward to finish sheathing myself in the warmth of your smaller frame, shuddering from how your body seems to just willingly me in the rest of the way. i pause, only for a second, before slowly drawing back until the point of almost pulling out. it's with the second time i'm fully seated inside do i begin to build up a rhythm, rocking forward and back, over and over again. my boyfriend's so, so beautiful...if only you could, mmh, see yourself like how i am right now... you're ethereal, moonlight.

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the feel of it makes time seem to slow down. even as i relax for you, it's a feeling unlike anything else i've known just to have the head of your inside of me, let alone the thought of having you any deeper. my chest sinks when i breathe out, even my stomach hollows, but i keep my hold on you all the same. my fingers curl, nails lightly grazing against bare skin at your shoulder. it's a matter of breathing and relaxing, and growing accustomed to the feel of you, but the need for you wins out over all else. you can move, hyung... my voice is soft, breathy, and my eyes search yours, wanting to see the feeling of my own desire reflected in your gaze. my head tips back slowly, my next exhale delivered between parted lips as i wait for you. - you feel so ing big already-

thank god the confirmation left your lips in that moment because my mind screamed for me to just take, take, take while my heart held me back from doing such a thing and potentially ruining the moment. later, maybe i could be laxer with that, but right now, i had every intention to make your first time something memorable and enjoyable for both of us, but especially you. i a deep breath in, as if mentally preparing myself for the warmth that would soon envelop my length, yet nothing, absolutely nothing could have braced me for the real thing. although i stilled my hips once only the tip slid inside, the deliciously tight, warm heat your walls provided for me already had me seeing stars. a low moan passed my lips, and i struggled to control myself, evident with how strained my voice sounded. ngh, , woong - you feel so, /so/ divine, my love. just...just let me know when i can advance farther in, okay? i'll wait until you're ready, even if the desire to you into oblivion is strong and hard to suppress...

my breathing catches in my throat, a soft whimper falling free without my intention at the loss of the feel of your fingers and yet, it's a second in which to compose myself, to catch my breath, and to watch you inch your way up toward me. then your lips are on mine and i savor your taste, your warmth, and the raw feelings only just beginning to ebb away. each breath grows a little deeper, but the flush that collars my throat and lays across my chest is no less present. watching you make such hasty movements in front of me, or rather above me, keeps those desires in me stoked and burning. my hands slip away, watching you with an arched brow as you rip open your fly the way you do, and i inch up onto elbows, only to lie back submissively when you make it back between my open thighs. please, hyung... i need you so bad. my voice is just a little more certain, my need less frantic but no less asive as i reach for you again, slipping a hand over your shoulder while you lube yourself and i let my thighs lie open, knees pointed out like a meditative lotus but my feet lying out on the sheets, relaxed, submitting fully to you. until i feel you pressed against the source of my need, the muscle plenty ready for you- or so i hoped- and my rim easily giving way just a little after the work of your fingers. i hook a leg behind your thighs, enclosing you, and nod. please, hyung... take me... take all of me

my baby..., you're so damn pretty. hearing you beg for me caused something inside to snap. no doubt, i could finger you just like this and watch you come undone all day, but the pure, carnal desire to sheath myself inside of your warmth and make you cry on my became too overbearing and i had no choice but to give in and retreat my fingers. i trail hot, open-mouthed kisses up the expanse of your torso until i meet your lips, quietly shushing you with a tender liplock that lasts only a few moments. after pulling back, i admire your already near blissed-out expression, pride bubbling in my chest that i could reduce you to such a state with merely three fingers. i wipe my messy hand on the sheets, knowing i could never pop my fly open with how slippery they were before hastily ripping open the button and tugging the zipper down. struggling for only a moment, since it proved to be difficult to yank my jeans and boxers down without standing up to do it, i carelessly toss them off the bed and settle between your parted thighs once more. an eager hand retrieves the almost forgotten bottle of lube, and i again coat my fingers with the cool substance. this time, however, i spread it over the length of my , hissing quietly from the feeling of the hot flesh against my palm. my gaze finds yours just as i rub the leaking tip over the glistening, puckered rim. can i...?

my breathing quickens, each exhale accented by an overly breathy note, a pleasured sound that there's no biting back when my lungs would protest it. my eyes fight to focus on yours when you speak, and i reach to place my hand on your forearm, feeling the movement of muscle beneath skin as your fingers spread me open. the raspy quality of your voice makes me twitch in your hand, and on those same fingers as my hips grind down seeking out the most of the sensation that i can get. h hyung- i stammered, and clenched, walls wrapping tighter about your fingers for a split second before i relax again, needing to feel that stretch. please, please, i need you- oh god i need you! my voice pitches and my fingers curl about your forearm, thumb pressing hard just above your pulse as i cling onto you in the only way i can while my other hand claws at the sheets, only the layers of fabric keeping my nails from biting against the skin of my palm. me, hyung- please!

wanting to hear more of those pretty noises, the relentless fist and finger duo work like clockwork, one hand squeezing your shaft and thumbing at the tip while the other s and curls and stretches you open as quick as possible. daddy, hm? i love that, sweetheart. i do, however, think i enjoy when you call me 'hyung' just a tad more... something about hearing it come from your lips, and only your lips, turns me on. my tone is raspy, almost sounding like i'd smoked five packs of cigarettes that morning, yet it simply was a result of how dry my throat became from seeing you writhe so beautifully for me on the sheets, each and every little thing i did seeming to affect you. and i loved it, i loved the power i had over you in this moment. i loved watching your toes curl and your thighs quiver. i loved watching your lips part when you moan and the beads of precum that form when i pay extra attention to the sensitive mushroom head of your . everything - i loved everything.

the second your pace increases, i gasp out, a quiet moan quick to follow. my back arches slightly from the bed, my hips rolling down against your fingers in search of more, but not expecting a third so soon. the feeling of pulling away from your other hand makes me ache, but the newer sensation wins out over the slim, pretty fingers wrapped around my . it's enough to make me keen for you, higher pitched and not nearly as breathy when the sting of the stretch causes heat to pool in my stomach. oh god- i shudder, my thigh caught between your teeth, and it's enough to make me whimper wordlessly with need. the word, the title, is forgotten for a moment until you inquire after it, and i draw in a ragged breath and hold it. i couldn't say why i'm already so eager to obey, but it doesn't occur to me at all that i could refuse you. instead my tongue curls around it behind my teeth, weighing it, tasting it. i was... i was gonna call you daddy- my teeth clamp down on my bottom lip, and my fingers flex within your hair, grasping just a little tighter onto you

i growl lowly as soon as your fingers find my hair and grasp so tightly onto it. even just shifting a little tugs on the base of the hair follicles and causes a sharp burn to shoot throughout my entire body, though it only spurs on the intensity of my scissoring and causes my to twitch in my suffocating jeans. since i was becoming increasingly more impatient with the fact that i wasn't inside of you yet, i speed up my hand, pumping those two digits even quicker and not taking too much time before i finally push in a third. mmh, what were you gonna call me, baby? i bite down just a bit harder onto the plump flesh of your thigh, leaving behind a bright red mark and the imprint of my teeth. after releasing, i glide my tongue over the crimson to soothe it. let me hear you...

those little nips and bites break up the sensation that your finger gives me, only sending more blood toward the sources of that pleasure. the way my own stands so eagerly is almost embarrassing in the moment, but it's for you, for the feelings you give me, and it standing excitedly at attention is far from new. i open my thighs a little wider for you, offering no resistance at all while one hand fists at the blanket beneath me, and the other hand slips into your hair, curling soft strands about my fingers and holding on very nearly for dear life. the sting that comes with a second finger isn't entirely unfamiliar, but i fight just as hard to keep myself from tensing and tightening up. the sensation elicits an only half-pained whimper from my lips. i'm trying, d- to. my chest sinks with the sudden exhale and i squeeze my eyes shut, though it does little to make my face look any less red from the near slip. it's a momentary reprieve before i'm panting for breath. unf- -

good boy, woong. i nip and give little bites to the unblemished skin close to the v-line of your pelvis, tongue poking out after to soothe the sting the bites may leave behind. meanwhile, my finger continues to pump itself inside, gradually picking up speed when i can feel you loosening up little by little around that digit. hungry eyes fluctuate between your face and my finger pistoning into your warm heat, and once i feel less resistance, i go ahead and slip in a second one alongside the first. just before i switch to a scissoring motion, i move my free hand up and curl it around the base of your , slowly working my fist up and down in an attempt to distract from the burn i knew was sure to come with the stretch becoming more prominent. you're doing so well, baby. keep staying relaxed for me, hm?

words are hard to come by, and i breathe out in agreement, doing my best not to tighten around that single finger you have inside of me. the feeling is unlike anything i've had by myself, pleasure mixed in with the foreignness of it, and the way it sends warmth to the pit of my stomach and blood down between my thighs forces me to swallow down that hint of embarrassment. my toes curl and i lift my knee and turn my ankle just enough to press the sole of my foot to the sheets, and the muscles in my thigh flex beneath your gentle kiss. i'll try for you- i promise

i know you do, baby. i know. let me stretch you first, and then i'l slip my pants off, okay? honestly, though, i might not even be able to wait that long with how you're making me. murmurs softly just before pressing a gentle kiss against your thigh as i begin to work that long digit in and out at a slow, drawn-out pace. mmh, good...make sure to stay relaxed for me, especially when i go ahead and add a second finger. it'll sting a bit, so i want you to do that so it doesn't hurt as much. understand? mouths my words over your skin in between my fleeting kisses, each one moving further and further up your leg.

the sound of your choking causes me to hesitate, my eyes searching your face in an instant, but when you seem alright, i just swallow down the sudden nerves. that is until i'm aware of your finger once more. my eyes slip shut and i slowly tip my head back with my next breath. my hands tug just a little harder, but when i hear you laugh, i stop, hands slowly sliding up your stomach and back towards your chest. i just want to see you- my voice is half-apologetic, aside from sounding breathy around the sensation, a more pitched note, not yet a whimper, escaping me and leaving me flustered as i reply far too quick, the higher pitch seeming to cloyingly stick to my voice. it feels good, hyung-

my lashes flutter and i choke on my own saliva once your legs fall open even more, the sight nearly too much for me to handle. since i don't trust my voice to reply, i simply gulp and nod my head quickly, trying my best to keep my focus on the task at hand. feeling you relax against my finger urges me to slip it inside, past the ring of muscle and keeps it still to let you get a feel for it first. mmh? my gaze drops down to where you're tugging on my pants, and a soft laugh escapes me at your eagerness. you'll see me soon, baby. be patient, hm? wiggles my digit around a bit, slipping my eyes back up to your face. how does it feel?

with your hand stroking between my thighs, i part them for you, feeling more of my hips settle against the pillow beneath my . like this, hyung? legs parting, my body blooming for you like a flower unfurling its petals and the flush of my face spreading down my throat, leaving a rosy lace collar on my neck and my upper chest as i look up at you. the brush of your finger against my rim causes me to breathe in, a little sharper than i intend, but i force myself to relax for you, knowing better than to tighten up even as i feel the cool lube being spread over my skin. i hook the tips of my fingers into your waistband, thumb attempting to blindly open your fly, just a glimpse of you enough notice that you could use the relief. baek- i wanna see you too-

your hands on my body leave behind a burning heat everywhere you touch, and my pants grow that much tighter, the confined length threatening to burst free despite the fabric between it and the open air. i knew i couldn't survive being suffocated like that for too much longer, and so, once i squirted enough lube onto three fingers, i gently stroking along your inner thigh with the other hand to coax you to part wider for me. i love you, too, sweetheart, forever and always. now...spread your legs further and keep them like that. okay? as i utter my command, i lower my upper body down for a better view and slowly circles your rim with the tip of my middle finger.

when you lift me, and i feel the world come out from under me for a brief moment, i can't help the soft whine that escapes me until my meets the bed, and i lie back. my hands reach out, fingers splayed, palms stroking over your bare chest and tracing out the contours of muscle beneath skin. my breathing quickens, and i catch myself almost laughing at the realization that this is the first time i've had this view at all, let alone of you. i know you will, hyung. those words come at last while my hands down toward your stomach, led by the pads of my fingers. when you pause to breathe, i breathe with you, thankful for the moment, and your smile brings a wider one to my face. god i love you- your question hits me a second later. mmh, i'm ready

i'm quick to curl our tongues around one another, rolling them together until i retreat mine back into my mouth and softly on yours, then gives a little nip before parting our mouths completely. panting, i pull my head back enough so i have a good view of your face, the sight bringing yet another smirk onto my plump, swollen lips. of course, baby. hyung will take care of you, hm? squeezes your hand, then lets go so i can lift you up and flips our position with me hovering over your smaller frame. blindly, i reach out for the tiny bottle in the cluster of blankets, and once i grab it, i pop the cap off and settle between your legs. my free hand tugs a pillow over and slides it under your hips for both comfort and easier access. before continuing any further, i pause, allowing myself a few breaths, as if the nerves were suddenly hitting me. a few moments later, even though it feels like years, i lift my gaze to your face and offer a tiny smile. ready?

those kisses along my neck, following the trail you had marked out last night, renew the slight but pleasurable sting in such sensitive skin. my lips part for your tongue, my own seeking yours out, and the soft whimper that escapes me to be muffled between our locked tiers. the dance of our tongues causes my hips to stutter slightly in their movements, but they're renewed when i hear you groan and i catch myself reaching for one of your hands at my waist, fingers attempting to slot between yours as my voice pitches with need. hyung, i need you-

my lips find your neck, trailing over the marks from yesterday, and leave hot, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. they eventually glide up to your mouth and seal the gap, meshing and pressing and rolling against your own until my tongue pokes out and demands entrance with a slow swipe across your lower tier. the added pressure of you grinding against me mixed with my hands pushing you down onto my lap draws a deep, guttural groan from the depths of my chest. , yes, baby - you're the prettiest present i could ever ask for.

with your hands at my waist and pulling me down, i can feel the obvious sign of my affect on you. my face only then showing the hint of pink dusting my cheeks at hearing you compliment me in a way i'm wholly unused to. my hips roll down, rubbing against your thigh and my own thigh pressing over the hardening bulge in your pants and offering just a hint of added friction. i'm all yours to take, hyung... an unwrapped present just for you

i in a slow breath as soon as the last article of clothing slips down your body, and i have to fist at the sheets at the side of my hips to keep from pouncing on you immediately with how stunning you looked, the creamy, unmarked skin, save for the few bites i left last night, now clearly on display for me. all of my blood seemed to rush south, giving fire to my loins, and when you come to settle on my lap, my hands manage to pry from the bedding and fly to your waist instead to press you firmly onto my crotch the best i can. hng, you're beautiful...so, so gorgeous...

the compliment makes me glance away, my face growing warm when you say it that way while i'm half-undressed in front of you. you did, i just wanted to be sure. my fingers slowly inch the thin, elastic waist down over the curve of my hips, slowly rolling down the curve of my and holding it there a moment longer before i let go of them to slide down my legs, strip my socks with a couple of careful steps, and turn back around, stepping from the small pile and coming to you to sit across your lap and place an arm over your shoulders. am i still pretty like this?

mmh, my baby's so pretty... purrs as my gaze drops instantly to your bottom once you bend over and remains there until you finished tugging your jeans off. i bet you'll be even prettier laying against the sheets. leans back on my palms, a smirk curled around my lips upon hearing your question and i give a little nod. completely , sweetheart. isn't that what i just said~?

i pause to swallow the lump in my throat as i put myself on display for you. my hips sway from side to side as i open my fly, revealing the dark, thin, almost satiny briefs i had decided to wear for the occasion. swinging my hips in a circle, i turn my back to you, giving a view of my as i bend down to push my jeans down, and only when they're off do i rise again and hook my thumbs into the waist of my underwear. feigning a little more confidence, i look back at you over my shoulder. completely , hyung... ?

as you reach for your shirt, my eyes follow your hands, then trail up to soak in every inch of newly exposed skin. i swipe my tongue unconsciously over my lower tier while cocking my head to the side as i observe the little show. baby, i want to see all of you. i want you completely for me. i murmur softly, slipping my own shirt off and carelessly tosses it off to the side and away from the bed.

i mean i know, it's just- my expression turns shy, and while you offer that request, i stop toying with the hem of my shirt to instead take a little step closer, still just out of reach, and lift my shirt from the hem to pull it over my head. half nervously trying to just be rid of it, and the other half of me playing at making it look sensual before i manage to yank it off and let it drop from my fingertips to the floor. my hands reach for my fly, slowly ing and ping. how bare do you want me, hyung... ?

mmh, well, it’s better to have more than less, love. especially when it’s your first time. plops down on the bed, my smiling growing wider as i motion you over to me. why don’t you strip for me, baby? then come sit on my lap.