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Jeongwoo likes to think of himself as a gentleman.
He likes to think he’s been mostly successful in behaving like a gentleman should, too. But the trouble is, no matter how well he behaves, that doesn’t stop him from having un-gentlemanly thoughts. Specifically, un-gentlemanly thoughts about Haruto
The trouble is, he put Haruto into the friend zone precisely three days after he first masturbated thinking of him. And he has really put a up valiant effort into not thinking of Haruto ever since. And if the nameless, faceless men in his fantasies occasionally – okay, usually – turn into Haruto just before he orgasms, well, that’s not really his fault. Haruto is attractive, and Jeongwoo’s a teenage boy.
But they’re friends. Haruto needs a friend. He doesn’t need a boy who strokes his cock while imagining Haruto on his knees, his lips red and swollen from sucking – and, oh, why is he letting himself think of that – Haruto doesn’t need Jeongwoo getting hard every time he licks his lips, doesn’t need eyes on his skinny jeans or hands itching to touch.
And Jeongwoo is a gentleman, and so he resists. Mostly.
But then on the night they decided to break the rules and got drunk for the first time, while they were confessing their secret habits to each other, Haruto has to talk about watching those sexy movies and all Jeongwoo can think is Haruto watched porn. Because if Haruto was watching porn then Haruto was probably masturbating to porn and that means Haruto had his hands in his underwear, and Haruto was touching himself, and it takes a lot of willpower for Jeongwoo to remain composed and be that perfect friend.
His cock has been throbbing since Haruto made his confession to him and it’s all Jeongwoo can think about. Haruto probably waits until no one else was at the dorm and he’d watch porn with his ear buds in, just in case. Jeongwoo can imagine it, his laptop set gently to one side, and Haruto naked – he’d definitely be naked – and nervous as he pressed play on a porn movie for the first time.
He would be hesitant. Not because Haruto doesn’t masturbate, because all teenage boys masturbate, Jeongwoo’s sure of it. Even Haruto. But because masturbating with your eyes closed and the lights off thinking of no one – or someone, or your best friend, and Jesus Jeongwoo, he’s your best friend - is different than watching real people doing real things.
What was supposed to be about joking with your friends about stuff you do in private turned to be the real torture to Jeongwoo.
Later, on the night they got drunk for the second time, hiding away inside their hideout in the dorm, Haruto confessed to him that he had masturbated in the same chair he was sitting on.
And Jeongwoo with his big and loose mouth said something he thought he would regret forever: "I'd love to catch you doing that."
And they all laughed.
Jeongwoo didn't think Haruto would remember it. Everyone was wasted. He hoped no one would.
.o.
Jeongwoo came into the dorm and stopped abruptly in the entrance as he swore he had just heard a strange sound. He dismissed it as his imagination, shook his head and closed the door behind him, but suddenly he heard the sound that stopped him in his tracks again. This time he knew he wasn't imagining it. He looked around the apartment and saw that the hideout room had it's door open and light was coming from it. He took a deep breath and mentally braced himself as he walked from the living room towards the hideout. When he stepped into the open door of the room and froze in place.
Haruto was there.
He was sitting in Jeongwoo's favorite armchair, his pants entangled by the his left ankle. He had his left leg thrown over the arm of the chair and the other bent and tucked under himself so that he was sitting in the small place but in a large split, exposing his privates parts for Jeongwoo to see.
Jeongwoo knew what Haruto was after they become close friends. Sometimes it's too evident when they get to wear some types of clothing and there's no budge on Haruto's pants. Haruto had caught him looking once too many times before he explained to him that he was born different. After that it wasn't awkward between them, at least not on Haruto part. Jeongwoo on the hand, was the one that started having improper thoughts about his best friend. He often thought about how it looked like, and reality was overwhelmingly better than imagination.
Haruto had his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly, and he was panting softly with every move of his finger inside himself. Jeongwoo could see it so clear even with the weak lights. He could see Haruto's wet fingers pleasuring an equally wet pussy, dripping with its own juices.
Jeongwoo felt his dick reacting to the sight in front of him, burgeoning in his pants, and he pressed the palm of his hand over his jeans to calm himself down.
"I need to go away," he thought to himself.
With his eyes still closed, one Haruto's hands slid up his body and under his sweater to play with his nipples. Haruto's head lolled on the top of the chair as he slid two fingers inside himself, twisting his wrist repeatedly.
"I need to go, now," Jeongwoo thought.
He took a step back. And then another, careful to not knock something over on the way out so he wouldn't catch the boy's attention. But Haruto suddenly moaned loudly and started moving his fingers faster and faster, and Jeongwoo could see his cheeks exploding in red when he tensed up on the seat and came, gasping.
"Oh, yes, Jeongwoo, YES!"
Jeongwoo realized that he dropped his keys only when the metal hit the floor with a startling noise. Haruto jumped up on the chair, and his eyes widened in surprise when he noticed Jeongwoo gaping at him from the doorway. Haruto yelped and sat up straight in the chair, sliding his feet down on the ground.
They stared at each other for a moment.
Jeongwoo felt his legs moving as if he was on autopilot and suddenly he found himself right by Haruto's side, his eyes glued to the teen's groin. Haruto blushed and awkwardly covered his pussy with hands.
Jeongwoo had several questions bumping into each other between the walls of his skull, making it hard to concentrate and think. One was particularly strong, though, jostling itself from the others and fleeting through Jeongwoo's mouth without his will.
"Did you say "Jeongwoo"?"
It was hard to tell in the dim light, but Jeongwoo could swear Haruto's blush deepened as the boy bowed his head. Jeongwoo's knees bucked under him, and he dropped to the floor right before the other boy.
Haruto rose his chin up and looked him right in the eyes, gasping at the naked desire he found there. He licked his lips swiftly and parted his legs, showing off his cunt again.
Jeongwoo's mouth watered at the view. He settled his big hands on the boy's knees, moving the legs apart further and dived between them. Haruto's arm wrapped itself around his neck momentarily, and he moaned at the feel of a tongue sweeping over his already abused clit.
Haruto bowed his head, his hot breath gusting over Jeongwoo's hair. The singer leaned back and gazed at him. Haruto's eyes were dilated, and he whimpered quietly before leaning in and smashing their lips together.
Jeongwoo took control over the kiss fast, sliding his tongue in Haruto's mouth roughly. Haruto moaned and let himself be picked up from the armchair and laid onto the carpet that was covering the floor. Jeongwoo pinned him to the ground with his weigh and attacked his earlobe, biting and licking it as Haruto's hands clenched on the school's coat. Jeongwoo moved up to kiss Haruto again as he slid one of his legs between the boy's and pressed his thigh covered with the harsh material of his jeans over Haruto's pussy. Haruto's eyes fluttered open, and he gasped into the kiss. Jeongwoo leaned back and quirked an eyebrow. The taste of Haruto's pussy was still lingering on his lips when he flickered his tongue over them. He pressed his pelvis down onto Haruto's, his eyes suddenly serious. "Do you really want this?"
Haruto wiggled his legs from under Jeongwoo's body and wrapped them around Jeongwoo's waist tightly. "Is there something that makes you doubt that?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows to kiss him.
Jeongwoo leaned back. "What will the others say?" he growled out.
Haruto looked puzzled for a split second but then smirked and slid his hand between their bodies. He groped Jeongwoo's erection through his pants and gave it a squeeze. "Last thing on my mind right now."
Jeongwoo smiled contently down at him. "I only asked because after I'll be done with you, I doubt you're going to care about what others will say about us", he said.
"Good." Haruto rolled his hips up, and it seemed enough of an answer.
Jeongwoo wrapped a thick arm around Haruto's waist and jerked up suddenly on his knees, picking Haruto up with himself. The rapper yelped at the sudden movement but quickly grabbed Jeongwoo's neck for leverage.
Jeongwoo smiled into Haruto's hair and stood up carefully to carry him to his bedroom.
They bumped into walls on their way there, desperately rubbing against each other. When they finally made it to the bed, Haruto managed to tug the coat off of Jeongwoo, and it fell to the ground, quickly forgotten. Jeongwoo laid him on the bed and looked down, admiring the expanse of the body. Jeongwoo unbuckled his own pants, pulled them down, and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
"Try to start before tomorrow, Jeongwoo," Haruto murmured and crawled further onto bed, lying down and spreading his legs. He settled his hands on the insides of his thighs and began sliding them up and down as he watched Jeongwoo undress himself.
Jeongwoo moaned, almost tearing his shirt as he fought with the last button of his school uniform and then shrugged the clothing off his arms and threw it on the floor hurriedly. He then climbed on the bed, settled between Haruto's legs, and covered Haruto's hands in his, stilling them.
They looked at each other, and Jeongwoo leaned down, maintaining the eye contact until his face was low between Haruto's thighs. He then stuck his tongue out, pressed it to Haruto's clit, and gave a long lick down along the length of his pussy lips before dipping it into his hole.
Haruto moaned, the feeling making him grasp the pillow under his head tightly.
Jeongwoo rested one of his hands on the boy's pubis and reached out his thumb to brush against the clit before rubbing circles over the little knob. His tongue slid further into Haruto, and the boy gasped at the soft intrusion, arching his back out of the bed. Jeongwoo came back up to twirl his tongue over the clit, wetting it generously and then sucking on it, gently kneading the tender flesh with his lips.
Haruto's hands flew to his hair and threaded through the strands and he bucked his hips up and gasped heavily. His toes curled as hot, white pleasure was spurting from where Jeongwoo's work grew in force.
Jeongwoo's mouth embraced the pussy, his lips covering the lips completely. He closed his eyes and moaned as if he was going to bite into particularly juicy fruit. His tongue licked at Haruto's entrance, and his fingers came back to rub his clit. One of them dragged along the length of the cunt and slid inside. Jeongwoo pulled up for a moment, changing his own position on the mattress for a more comfortable one, his hot breath gusting over the wet flesh.
Haruto's hands clenched in the sheets as he felt his orgasm approaching him slowly.
Jeongwoo stilled his tongue and pressed it to the clit as he crooked his finger inside the boy. The digit rubbed at the walls of Haruto's vagina until Jeongwoo found the right spot that made Haruto gasp out loud and squeeze Jeongwoo's head between his thighs. Jeongwoo rubbed over it insistently, alternating between maltreating the rapper's clit and making slow long swift along his cunt.
Haruto's pants grew in frequency as his body started trembling. Suddenly, he gave out a loud, drawn out "Aaah, Jeongwooooo", arched his back off the bed, and then fell onto the mattress boneless. Hot liquid shot from his pussy and spatted over Jeongwoo's chin. The singer licked off the part of it he could reach and wiped the rest with the palm of his hand.
Jeongwoo straightened and looked at Haruto. He crawled off bed to stand next to it, and pulled down his underwear, freeing his swollen cock.
Haruto's eyes widened, and he sat up on the bed. His hand covered his parted mouth as he got a proper view of Jeongwoo's cock for the first time. He stared at the organ for a moment and then looked up at Jeongwoo.
"Is there a problem?" Jeongwoo smirked at him.
Haruto blushed adorably, but then put his chin resolutely in the air and shook his head. "No. Not at all."
Jeongwoo chuckled. He knew his cock could seem threatening. Nine inches long, three thick... Haruto was going to feel him for quite a while. The boy felt intimidated at first, Jeongwoo didn't doubt that, and yet Haruto accepted the challenge dauntlessly. Jeongwoo felt his dick hardening at Haruto's provoking glare.
He kneeled on the mattress and slowly crawled towards the other boy. Kissing him, he pressed his hands to his chest, forcing him to lie down. Jeongwoo's fingers slid into Haruto's pussy and rubbed over the walls before widening them, spreading Haruto's cunt open.
"Haruto? You okay?" he whispered.
Haruto shivered. "Y-yes. You can go..." he said.
Jeongwoo sat back on the mattress and brought the tip of his cock to the virgin hole and propped it gently. He used the other hand to spread his lips. Jeongwoo looked up at Haruto, and after him nodded briefly, he sunk into him, his thick hardness sliding slowly into the wet cunt.
Haruto whined quietly at the stretch, the sensation more of a pain than pleasure. Jeongwoo stopped for a moment and then slid in further. The boy tensed under Jeongwoo and breathed out a shattered breath. Haruto closed his eyes, the fullness almost too much. Jeongwoo leaned forward and rested his hands on both sides of Haruto's head. He brushed his palm on the japanese boy's cheek in a soothing gesture.
Haruto wrapped his leg around the singer's waist, and the movement caused the cock to slid in deeper. Jeongwoo thrust into him experimentally, and the pleasure hit Haruto in a sudden blow, making him cling stronger to the teen.
Jeongwoo withdrew his cock all the way out and slid it into Haruto again, filling him completely. He then repeated the motion slowly a couple of times. The boy's pussy was unbelievably tight. He grunted into Haruto's neck and thrust into him harder. He wished he could let go and just slam into the heat, but he knew it could hurt the inexperienced boy. He watched the boy's face for any sight of pain, but Haruto had his eyes closed shut and lips parted in a constant line of moans as Jeongwoo slid deeper inside him, harder and faster.
He leaned back, placing his hand on both sides of Haruto's body and grabbing his hips, lifting them slightly off the mattress. Haruto's eyes opened at the change in position, and he bit his lips hard as the thrusts deftly brushed over the right spots. Jeongwoo picked up the pace, watching the darkening blush on Haruto's cheeks with a pleased smile. The rapper opened his mouth suddenly, his eyes wide, and he stilled like that for a second until his head fell back on the pillow and he cried out, shuddering and coming for the third time this evening.
Jeongwoo's body resonated the sound with a low growl. His hands clenched on Haruto's thighs, pressing them to his chest and he thrust into Haruto faster. He whined and bit his lip, feeling the heat growing in him again. But Jeongwoo shot out suddenly and froze with his head fallen on his chest.
He eased Haruto's legs off his shoulders and pulled out of him slowly. Haruto sighed quietly and closed his eyes, and Jeongwoo looked down at the boy, splayed on the bed, completely sated. He had his leg spread widely, one hand still clenching the sheet, apparently unable to find enough strength within himself to move into a more comfortable position. Jeongwoo's eyes flicked over the flushed skin of his cheeks and his hairless chest before stopping their scrutinizing at his cunt, still wet and slightly reddened.
His softened cock started slowly filling again.
"Jeongwoo," Haruto whispered drowsily, as if he was ready to drift to sleep after the exhaustion.
"Shh."
Jeongwoo wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped it roughly, hissing quietly at the pain creeping over the abused flesh. He jerked off fast, wanting to feel Haruto around him again. Soon the stinging sensation disappeared and his cock was fully erect, standing out against his abdomen.
He leaned in a little and brought the head to his entrance, rubbing it over the flushed pussy lips again. He hovered over Haruto as his cock began teasingly thrusting ever so slightly into him. Haruto's eyes fluttered for a moment and closed again as he moaned, half aware of Jeongwoo's ministrations. Jeongwoo slid deep into him in one motion, eliciting a started gasp and muffled it with his lips. Haruto's hands combed through Jeongwoo's hair as he spread his legs, inviting him deeper though he laid there too tired to move.
Jeongwoo wrapped his arms around Haruto's waist and picked him up, leaning back so that Haruto was on top of him. The teen gasped in shock as the sudden change impaled him on Jeongwoo's length. He fixed his hands on Jeongwoo's broad chest and stilled for a moment. Then he started slowly rolling his hips back and forth, his motions slack and lazy. Haruto felt so powerful in this single moment as he watched the thick cock disappear into his pussy with thrust of his hips. He could feel Jeongwoo's hard muscles under his hands, hardened in anticipation, letting Haruto's soft touches freeze him in place to let him do whatever he wanted.
But Jeongwoo couldn't let himself be restrained for long, he grabbed Haruto's hips and pulled him up slightly. Once his feet were propped up on the bed, he began slamming into the rapper roughly just like he wanted. It was so perfectly wet and hot, wrapping around him so tightly, he couldn't bear the slow torture anymore. He felt himself thrusting harder and faster, letting his hips touch fully with Haruto's, burying his dick completely inside the wet heat.
They didn't need much after that. Haruto's cunt clenched around the cock, and he gasped out Jeongwoo's name, falling on his chest. Jeongwoo climaxed right after, enjoying the involuntary clenching of Haruto's pussy gripping his cock, spurting his load inside.
Jeongwoo let his hand travels from the narrow hips, passing the sides of the body until he could hold Haruto's face in his hand and bring him closer. He gave the other boy a lavish slow kiss, sharing the pleasure of the post orgarms between their tongues.
After having his mouth freed, Haruto let himself go from the top of Jeongwoo to sink to the bed, laying by Jeongwoo's side while the singer stared at the ceiling for a moment. He turned his head and looked at the boy, reaching out his hand to brush the bangs dampened with sweat off Haruto's forehead. Haruto had a faint smile on his lips as he looked like he was already falling asleep. Jeongwoo just watched him, fondly caressing his fingers over Haruto's cheek.
Jeongwoo shook his head. It's not inappropriate to appreciate your friend's beauty while they sleep, right?
Especially when he knew he wanted Haruto to be much more than just friends.
Oh, he wants to be the world to Haruto. But these wishes will have to wait, because he felt he needed a good nap beside Haruto before he could think about complicated things again.