17. Chapter Seventeen #3
I kiss him. I catch his mouth with mine and push him back onto the mat, my weight following him down.
Seyeon goes willingly, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer.
My fingers find the hem of his shirt and yank it up, Seyeon arching so I can pull it over his head, tossing it.
My mouth is on his again before the shirt hits the floor, tongue pushing past his lips, tasting him, needing it.
His chest is bare beneath me, his skin feverish under my palms as I run my hands down his sides, over the lean muscle of his stomach, grip the waistband of his joggers and pull.
Seyeon lifts his hips, kicks them off, and I sit back just long enough to strip my own shirt, shove my sweats down.
Hunger grips me. The kind that takes over when I’m with him, mindless, greedy. The need to give him everything, to pour myself out until there’s nothing left. I want more of him. I need to give him more.
Seyeon lies back, bare, his cock already half stiff against his belly, his skin flushed pink from the shower and from wanting. His eyes follow me as I settle between his legs, push his thighs apart. He tips his chin up, his lips parting, a question forming.
“What are you—”
“Shh.” I press a kiss to the inside of his knee. “Giving you what you asked for.”
I kiss the inside of his thigh, feel the muscle twitch beneath my lips.
Open my mouth against the warm crease where his thigh meets his pelvis and let my tongue drag there, slowly tasting salt and clean skin.
Move lower. My hand slides under him, cups the swell of his ass, tilts his hips up.
I press my mouth to the soft skin below his cock and tongue the underside of his balls, rolling the delicate weight of them against my lips.
Seyeon hisses above me, his hips arching, and I feel his hand come down to grip my hair. I look up, my mouth still on him. His head is lifted off the pillow, eyes wide, realizing what I’m about to do.
“Ryo, wait—”
I spread him open. Both hands cupping his ass, thumbs pulling his cheeks apart, and I lean in and drag my tongue flat over his hole.
The sound Seyeon makes goes through me like a jolt.
He curses, one hand fisting the bedding, the other tightening in my hair, and I’m already absorbed, my eyes falling shut as I lick over him again.
Trace his rim with the tip of my tongue, circle it, feel the tight furl of muscle twitch and soften under my mouth.
I seal my lips around the rim and suck gently and Seyeon’s hips buck, letting out helpless sounds of pleasure.
I lap at him with everything I have. Long, slow strokes of my tongue, then quick flicks over the center, pushing against the resistance.
The taste of him floods my mouth, the sounds he’s making above me are driving me mad, stuttering gasps and soft startled moans.
His thighs tremble against my ears. I curl my tongue and push, working into him, coaxing the tight ring of muscle to yield.
“Fuck.” Seyeon’s voice rasps, his back arching. “Ryowoon, that’s—”
I hum against him and push deeper, my tongue breaching the resistance, sinking into the heat of his body.
Seyeon jolts beneath me, a strangled, “Ah, fuck!” ripping out of him hoarsely.
His hips twist, trying to push up into my mouth and pull away at the same time, but I hold him steady, thumbs digging into the flesh of his ass as I plunge my tongue into him.
I curl it, feeling along the slick walls, searching, and I know I’ve found what I’m looking for when his body seizes and he lets out a high-pitched sound.
I work that spot mercilessly, my tongue pressing and stroking, and Seyeon comes apart.
Panting, mewling, his fingers clawing at the bedding, his thighs shaking and clamping against my head.
I don’t stop. Keep licking, keep pushing into him, keep finding that spot until his moans climb higher and higher, desperate, a litany of fuck, fuck, oh god, fuck that makes my cock throb between my thighs.
He cries out when he comes, bowing off the mat, cock pulsing untouched, ropes of cum spilling across his stomach and chest. I feel the clench of his body around my tongue, the squeeze as he pulses through it, and I stay there, mouth on him, gentling my strokes as the tremors slow.
His chest is heaving when I finally rise, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
I crawl up over him, pressing my lips to his belly, tasting the salt of his release, licking up the streaks painted across his skin.
My tongue drags through the mess on his chest and I feel his stomach jump under my mouth, his breathing still ragged.
I kiss the hollow above his collarbones, press my mouth there and breathe him in.
“You’re out of your mind,” he whispers, shaking. “How can you just do that?”
I smile against his skin. “Easily.” I kiss up the column of his neck, nip the hinge of his jaw. “I like the way you taste.”
He chokes, half laughing, and then I’m shift and settle between his legs, my cock stiff and aching. I line up, feel the head of my cock find his hole, still wet and softened from my mouth, and push in.
Seyeon lets out a startled ngnh, his hands flying to my biceps, fingers digging in.
I groan as his body opens for me, the hot clutch of his ass swallowing me in, and I bury myself to the hilt in one slow, deliberate push.
We both hold still for a second, breathing, adjusting.
His lashes flutter, his lips parted, eyes glazed, and I pull back and thrust.
I set a pace that builds. Feeling his body respond, the way his hips start rocking to meet mine, the way his legs wrap tighter around my waist. I could stay here forever, I think.
Inside of him, feeling every pulse and flutter, watching his face shift through pleasure.
I press my mouth to his and swallow the sounds he makes, thrusting deeper.
Then I pull out, ignore his gasp of protest, flip him.