After Seo-Jun's suggestion, Minho found himself in a predicament that he never anticipated. He knelt before Seo-Jun, his gaze fixated on the legs that lay invitingly in front of him. A surge of frustration coursed through him, and he bit his tongue, thinking, "I can't believe I am doing this." With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, surrendering to the moment as he grabbed Seo-Jun's dick and put it in his mouth.
Seo-Jun raised an eyebrow, his confusion evident. He hadn't expected Minho to take the initiative, nor had he ordered him to do so. Rolling his eyes, he watched Minho's head bent in concentration, sucking his dick like a lollipop, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Stupid indeed." he mused silently, "Let's see how long it will take you that way." Despite the internal battle raging within him, Minho continued, the warmth of his blush intensifying with each pull. Ironically, the more he focused on Seo-Jun's satisfaction, the more he craved the same attention for himself.
The minutes stretched into an eternity, each one marked by the rhythmic pulls in and out of Seo-Jun's dick in Minho's mouth. Yet, the expected satisfaction remained elusive. Seo-Jun, far from being appeased, found himself increasingly bored, the blowjob failing to ignite any spark of pleasure. Minho, oblivious to Seo-Jun's discontent, doubled his efforts, adjusting the speed and experimenting with different techniques, all in a desperate attempt to find the key to unlock Seo-Jun's satisfaction.
His frustration began to simmer. "How long should I continue doing this?! Nothing happens! My jaw will dislocate at this point." he thought, his inner turmoil mirroring the mounting tension in the room. He, who had experience in giving blowjob to other guys, was now facing an impasse.
"If he were any other guy, he would have already cum hundreds of times! I don't understand what I am doing wrong." Minho thought, a wave of confusion washing over him. His mind raced, analysing every detail, every movement, searching for the flaw in his technique. As he pondered, the same pleasurable sensation began to stir within him. His body began to crave even more the very touch he was providing. A shiver ran down his spine, and his muscles clenched with a longing that was both unexpected and unwelcome. He put his hand on his mouth in embarrassment as he blushed even more and thought, "On top of that, I am so fucking horny right now, I can't think straight."
The air hung thick, a suffocating blanket woven from unspoken desires and simmering resentments. Seo-Jun, a study in bored indifference, rested his chin on his hand, the picture of languid disdain. "Are you done with this?" The words, a low growl, sliced through the charged silence, severing the thread of Minho's concentration.
Minho flinched, his head snapping up, confusion warring with a blush that crept up his neck. "I don't understand." he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, "What am I doing wrong?" Seo-Jun sighed, a sound of profound weariness, and leaned forward, invading Minho's personal space. "Perhaps you don't use the right technique for this." he murmured, the words laced with a chilling precision.
Minho's eyes widened, a flicker of frustration now mingling with the confusion. "What should I do then?" Seo-Jun's response was immediate and decisive. His hand shot out, fingers closing around Minho's chin, a firm grip that both startled and thrilled. He pulled him closer, their faces inches apart. "Dumb Tiny Boy." he breathed, the words a caress and a condemnation. A cruel smile played on his lips, a hunter savouring the capture. "You have been having sex with me for the past weeks, and you still can't remember the thing that turns me on." The finality of the statement hung in the air, a silent command. Minho paused, his gaze locked on Seo-Jun's unreadable eyes, and in that moment, understanding dawned.
"My voice." he thought, the thought crystallising in his mind. He met Seo-Jun's gaze directly, his own eyes burning with a newfound resolve, a fierce determination that belied the blush staining his cheeks. "I should use your name, right? … Seo-Jun." he asked, his voice firm despite the tremor that ran through him.
Seo-Jun's smirk widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He reached out, pulling Minho towards him with a sudden, forceful motion. "That's another thing now." he thought, a thrill of anticipation coursing through him.
The next instant, Seo-Jun was already pulling his cock in and out of Minho's ass fast, pressing against Minho's aching body. Minho bit down hard on his hand, a desperate attempt to contain the moans threatening to erupt from his throat. His entire body felt aflame, a raging inferno of heat and pleasurable sensation. Through gritted teeth, only a faint whisper escaped, "Seo-jun… more. Seo-jun…" His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale a struggle.
Seo-Jun, focused deeply on his movements, leaned in close, drawn by Minho's words. He smirked, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Ha, you must be really enjoying it now." Minho, abandoning his self-control, wrapped his arms around Seo-Jun's neck, anchoring him close. His voice, though still laced with a hint of embarrassment, held a new command. "I want to see it… your face … when you cum." He was still blushing, sweat beading on his forehead, but a smile played on his lips. He was finally succumbing to the pleasure, and he revelled in it.
These words made Seo-Jun's grin widen evilly as he grabbed Minho's legs, pulling them up onto his shoulders. He began pushing his cock even deeper in Minho's body, touching this one spot that made Minho feel so good, a playful glint in his eyes. "Then, make me." he declared. Minho was caught off guard by the sudden shift in position and the intensity of their body movements as Seo-Jun's dick was practically glued to his spot, letting out a scream that was anything but painful; it was a scream of pure pleasure.
Seo-Jun continued, his lower body moving faster and harder, heightening Minho's enjoyment. To his surprise, he found himself relishing the moment too, a slight sheen of sweat forming on his brow and a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. As the sex intensified, Minho couldn't help but call out Seo-Jun's name repeatedly, breathless and desperate to signal which exact spot felt the best. "Seo-Jun!" he gasped, his body responding to every touch.
Affected by Minho's constant utterance of his name, Seo-Jun murmured to himself, "Fuck! This feels incredible." He pressed even deeper in Minho's ass, closing his eyes to fully absorb the sensations coursing through them both, feeling every twitch and yearning for more. The connection between them deepened, a blend of pleasure and intimacy that neither had anticipated.
After a few more minutes that felt like pure bliss, both Seo-Jun and Minho revelled in the pleasure of the sex. It culminated in a deeply satisfying conclusion, leaving Minho in a state of euphoria that was far more intense than he had anticipated. Their bodies, now craving more of this delectable sweetness, naturally gravitated toward another round, each touch igniting sparks of delight that enveloped them.
When the final round came to an end, resulting in Minho cumming a few more times than Seo-Jun, Seo-Jun rose to his feet, breathless and glistening with sweat. He glanced down at Minho, who lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for air, his cheeks flushed a vibrant shade of red. A playful smirk crossed Seo-Jun's face as he picked up his bathrobe from the floor. "You enjoyed it quite a lot this time, ha?" he teased, his tone light yet filled with a hint of satisfaction.
Minho, completely lost in the afterglow of pleasure, barely registered Seo-Jun's words. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he lay there with his eyes closed, a soft smile lingering on his lips. "It felt so good…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Without even glancing at Seo-Jun, he surrendered to the heaviness of his eyelids and drifted off, succumbing to the sweet embrace of sleep, leaving Seo-Jun to stare at the peaceful sight before him.
Seo-Jun, a playful smirk gracing his lips, turned away from the bed, his footsteps light as he made his way towards the bathroom. The door closed softly behind him, and as he leaned against it, a soft giggle escaped his lips, followed by a gentle shake of his head, his eyes sparkling with amusement. He reached the counter, carefully draping the luxurious bathrobe over its smooth surface. His mind replayed the scene, the sensations, the way Minho had looked at him, lost in the throes of pleasure.
"Ha, this Tiny Boy got me this time." he murmured to himself, the smirk now widening, revealing a hint of genuine delight. The memory of the shared experience warmed him from the inside out, and he couldn't help but acknowledge the truth of the moment. "It did feel good." he admitted, the words a quiet confession to the empty room. Acknowledging the lingering warmth, he turned his attention to the shower, the cool, tiled space beckoning him. With a final, satisfied nod, he stepped inside, the anticipation of the water's embrace filling him with a sense of renewal. He reached for the handle, turning it with a decisive click, and the first rush of warm water cascaded down, washing away the lingering traces of the session.