31. CHAPTER 31 #2
“It’s only greedy for you.”
“Oh yeah?” I pull back again—still keeping it shallow—and drive forward, this time without waiting.
“It’s greedy cause it was made for you, Hyung.”
Jesus fucking christ.
I grab one of Jin’s hips, and hold him still in case he gets any dumb ideas.
He tenses, his limbs squeezing me tighter.
“I need you to breathe for me.”
Silently he nods, and draws in a deep breath through his nose.
More tears prick at his eyes as he tries to relax.
Pulling back half way, I pause for a second, then push back in.
Jin’s breath blows the hair that’s fallen in my face. But then it stops.
“Keep breathing.”
“I’m trying. It’s just…It's so much. But I also think I might die if you don’t keep moving.”
Mind over matter is a great concept. But it’s almost impossible to put into practice.
Especially when you have the sexiest creature ever created choking your cock.
It’s agony every time I pull out of him, like there’s a noose around my neck that’s slowly getting tighter with my drawback.
Then, right as I feel the clench of his rim beneath my crown—my neck threatening to break from the pressure of the rope—I change direction and push back into him as far as I can from this position, then hold to make sure he’s still alright.
“Please, Hyung. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I promise. I need you to fuck me properly.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing?”
“Treating me like something that’s gonna break.”
My ego gets the better of me and forces my hips forward. And with my first proper thrust, Jin’s eyes roll back in his head and his hole twitches around me.
“D–do it again,” he begs me with a satisfied sigh. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
I repeat the action a few more times until he’s a relaxed, moaning mess.
He rocks his hips and locks his ankles behind my back, strangling my cock and tugging it roughly as he clings to me.
He cries out when I pick up the pace.
He buries his face in my bicep, babbling and moaning. He’s so much louder than he ever has been before.
His nails dig into me so deep they may break my skin.
I lose sense of time, my own grunting growing louder with each thrust.
I push up over him and his arms fall limply to the rug.
His eyes are hazy and he can’t keep his head straight.
“Did I do it? Did I take it all?”
All the way back, as far as I can go, I pull out, then watch his face as I slide in as far as I can, without answering him. He doesn’t need to know. The only thing that matters is that he’s taken as much of me as he can, and that the look on his face is a wretched need for more.
“You’re doing perfect.”
Jin nods, like he’s trying to convince himself of it in spite of my words.
He reaches for me, his arms stretching to grab onto the back of my neck, and the next time I drive forward he rocks his hips up to meet me.
He winces and his eyes slam shut.
I back up and hold him down with one hand, waiting for him to relax.
I draw back, and he stays still as I fill him again.
Our breath finds the same rhythm as my thrusts.
He stares at me, his eyes momentarily piercing my soul before losing focus again.
I’ve been inside of him for such a short time, but I’m almost spent.
It’s too hot.
He feels too good.
I love him too much.
“You ready?”
His mouth flaps, but nothing comes out.
I wrap my fingers around his pretty pink cock, and he starts shaking.
It’s only a few more seconds before he’s coming, barely touched, all over his torso and chin; his entire body tensing as his hole clenches impossibly tight around me.
I’m ready to explode, but I wish I could feel him better.
I wish I didn’t have this fucking rubber on so I could pump him full of cum.
I grab his chin, and he’s right here with me, his panting breath and fucked-out face so appealingly ragged that I come out of nowhere on my next forward thrust.
I’ve gone for longer before—so much longer.
With a breathy whisper, he says my name, and the last of my energy is gone.
His legs go limp, and he seems in a trance as he stares at me—a small content smile pulling at one side of his lips.
“Fuck, Jin. Goddamnit,” I pant and bury my face in his neck. It takes everything I have not to fully collapse on top of him.
Soft hands ghost over my back. “Thank you.”
I melt.
I catch my breath and kiss my boy, then pull out slowly, taking the time to admire the mess I’ve made of him.
He looks boneless and overworked.
His fingers find their way to the chaos of my hair.
His cum is smashed between us.
I’m in awe of him.
He did so well.
“I love you so much, Jintae. I hope you don’t hurt too—” I cut myself off as I look down to check for blood.
“Holy crap!” In a burst of energy, he wraps his arms and legs around me like a baby monkey. “I didn’t say it back!”
I kneel in shock with no need to support him because he just comes with me. “What the hell?”
“I love you, Hyung! I love you!” He grabs both cheeks of my dumbstruck face, and wrenches me right where he wants me. “I love you, too, Eden.”
I had told myself that I wouldn’t care if he didn’t say it back, but even in my imagination, that was a fucking lie. Because this man, his happiness, his smile, what we just did together, means more to me than anything else ever has.
“I’ll never stop, Jin. I’ll never stop giving you what you want. I’ll never stop picking and teasing. I’ll never stop putting you back in your place when you get out of control. And I’ll never, ever , stop loving you. No matter what.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what… I’ve lived so much more life than you.
I’ve seen the shitty, and the fucking awful.
It’s only been short, but what I’ve got with you is so much better than all that.
It doesn’t take years to know when it’s right.
And you’re what’s right. Even if you end it.
Even if you need to know what else is out there, I’ll never be able to replace you—that much I know, more than anything I’ve ever known before.
I’ll always take you back, Jin. I’ll always be there. No. Matter. What.”
They’re all so foreign to me—the words leaving my mouth—but I know it’s because I’ve waited my whole life for Jeon Jintae, and no one else has ever deserved to hear them.
His chin quivers, and I know he’s trying his hardest not to cry.
“I don’t know what I can promise you other than that I love you.
I know I’m young. I know I have my whole life ahead of me.
But I am old enough to know that if this is what true love is, then I’ll never find anything, or anyone, better. ”