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"You can't keep doing th–Ah, ah, ah, fuck, Changkyun..."
Jooheon's body started shaking and twisting around, unknowingly following the movement of Changkyun's fingers. The sounds were dirty and crude, almost gross, yet Jooheon couldn't help himself but flush red and feel heat spreading all over. It was disgusting and weird but...
Hot.
It was hot and the overstimulation burned his body but he liked it. Hell, he fucking loved it. He loved having Changkyun finger his cum back into him.
"You look so fucking sexy," was the only thing Changkyun groaned in lieu of an answer, too focused on watching his cum leak from the abused hole. It was red and clenching like a vice, still sensitive from all the torture Changkyun pulled it through; and it hadn't even been a special instance. Simply seeing his lover half-asleep, naked on his bed had been enough to tempt him. After weeks of promotions and endless working hours, he hadn't been able to stop himself from pouncing on his boyfriend and fucking him into the bed and two orgasms–a third on its way from his present ministrations.
"You're so fucking loud...You love this, don't you? You love being my little slut, hyung?"
The 'hyung' was almost sarcastic, Changkyun draping himself over Jooheon's back as he plunged his fingers the deepest he could. And on all fours, three thin but long digits pressing intently against his prostate, Jooheon was losing his mind.
Instantly, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and a set of heavy tears escaped his eyes without him being unable to prevent it. Despite all of this, the sensitivity burning his body, he knew Changkyun was right; he fucking loved this. He loved the shocks of pain running through him due to the exhaustion of being fucked for so long, the warmth inside of him and the sparks of pleasure going from his prostate to his brain. He loved those days when Changkyun would take him apart and impale him on his cock, pull his hair and hit his skin, press finger-shaped bruises on his hips and ass and even insert them into his mouth or wrap them around his throat to ensure he wouldn't alert the whole dorm...
Jooheon loved when Changkyun was filthy like this, it was what he preferred.
"F–Fuck, fuck, Kyunnie, yes! I'm yours, please, please–"
Jooheon's voice was nothing more than a strangled, breathy cry, his fingers also gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. He was so desperately gone; it was even more obvious with his twitching, leaking cock hanging useless between his legs, crying for attention. Yet, Changkyun didn't focus on it. Instead, he watched his digits plunge into the older male and heard him sob even more as he curled his fingers just right once again.
He couldn't look away. The sight in front of him was a masterpiece.
Thick, honey-like thighs shaking, plump ass covered in white strings of semen and some escaping from his ruined hole, red and abused but still looking like it wanted more. Like it needed more. Changkyun could never get enough.
"You're close, uh?"
Changkyun's voice was also breathy, laced with lust as he whispered those words into his boyfriend's ear. The latter shuddered violently, moaned at the sound of his irresistible voice and tried to utter a coherent response, to no avail. The crude sounds of Changkyun's come being fucked back into him seemed defeaning in the room, only covered by Jooheon's labored breathing and his own breathy cries. His head swung.
"Of course you are. You love everything I do to you, because you're mine. Isn't it?"
Changkyun's tongue lapped the side of his neck, his sensitive jugular, and Jooheon didn't even attempt to hold back the loud moan that escaped him right then. The fire pit in his stomach was growing bigger and bigger every second, rendering him speechless and almost brainless, so he surrendered to nodding. However, this action didn't seem to satisfy his lover, who landed a harsh hand on his ass a few seconds later.
"Say it."
Jooheon sobbed more, shaking like a leaf in Changkyun's powerful hold. "I–I–I'm yours! Y–Your...Your little slut..."
"My own personal cum dump, aren't I lucky?" The younger's words were now teasing, his teeth sinking into Jooheon's neck to mark him visibly. Those words alone were almost enough to push the latter against the edge, his hole clenching hard around his boyfriend's digits as an answer.
"Such a good boy, letting me fill you up like this," the younger man almost moaned, rutting his own hips against Jooheon. "Go ahead. Come on my fingers."
And with this, Jooheon's whole world turned black in an instant. His body slumped over the damp covers, his brain shutting off as waves of pleasure overcame him and loud cries that he didn't realize were his own filled the room. In his haze, though, he failed to notice Changkyun flipping him to his back and straddling his hips.
"My pretty boy," the smaller rapper whispered as he caressed Jooheon's lower lip with his tongue. His pupils were dilated and almost fully black, his black hair sticking on his forehead and his toned chest heaving quickly; he looked gorgeous and Jooheon was caught in a momentary awe for a few instants, only to be pulled out of it by Changkyun's thumb wiping his tears off his face. "My pretty, pretty honey...How about we put your mouth to some use, now?"
Fucked out as he was, and like the obedient good boy he had always been, Jooheon simply opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue.
He loved being Changkyun's.