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Joong’s eyes lingered on Dunk’s chest, his gaze hungry and unapologetic. The soft glow of the bedroom lamp cast a warm light on Dunk’s fair skin, highlighting the sculpted contours of his pecs. Joong’s admiration was palpable, his breath coming in short, anticipatory puffs as he traced a finger over the firm muscles, marvelling at the way they flexed beneath his touch. Dunk lay beneath him, his dark curtains of hair splayed across the pillow, a serene smile playing on his lips as he watched Joong’s fascination unfold.
“You’re so beautiful,” Joong murmured, his voice thick with desire. His hand moved deliberately, mapping the terrain of Dunk’s chest as if committing every detail to memory.
Dunk’s brown eyes sparkled with affection, his expression soft and indulgent. “You’ve been staring for a while,” he teased gently, his tone formal yet laced with warmth.
Joong chuckled, a flush creeping up his tan cheeks. “I can’t help it. I’ve been craving this all day.” His words were casual, but the intensity in his gaze betrayed the depth of his longing. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Dunk’s chest, his breath hot and heavy against the warm skin. The whisper of his lips sent a shiver through Dunk, who arched slightly, his breath catching at the sensation.
Joong’s breath was warm and inviting as he brushed his lips softly against Dunk’s chest again, his touch deliberate yet feather-light. Dunk’s body stirred at the sensation, his muscles tensing slightly before relaxing into the familiar warmth of Joong’s presence. Joong’s hands moved gently, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns across Dunk’s torso, massaging the warm skin with a tenderness that spoke volumes of their bond. His touch was a language they both understood; a silent promise of comfort, desire, and devotion.
Dunk’s breath hitched softly as Joong’s lips lingered on his chest, his mouth pressing firmer against the skin. Joong’s tongue swirled lazily, his lips parting to suck gently at Dunk’s nipple. The sensation was electric, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that made Dunk’s heart race. Joong’s touch was slow and deliberate, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud as his fingers continued their gentle dance across Dunk’s chest.
“MJ…” Dunk murmured, his voice soft and breathless. His hand lifted instinctively, tangling in Joong’s hair, pulling him closer as if to anchor him to the moment. Joong hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through Dunk’s body. His other hand moved to Dunk’s other nipple, his fingers tracing circles around it before his lips followed suit, sucking and teasing with the same tender intensity.
Dunk’s body arched slightly, his breath coming in shallow gasps as the sensations built. Joong’s mouth was warm and wet, his tongue swirling in a rhythm that felt both urgent and unhurried. His fingers traced the contours of Dunk’s chest, mapping the muscles and curves as if committing them to memory. Dunk’s skin flushed, his fair complexion tinged with a rosy hue, his body surrendering to the pleasure Joong was so expertly coaxing from him.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Joong whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His lips brushed against Dunk’s chest again, his breath fanning across the damp skin. Dunk’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Joong’s gaze with a mix of affection and longing. Joong’s expression was soft, his eyes filled with a warmth that made Dunk’s heart swell.
Joong’s movements slowed, his lips lingering on Dunk’s chest in a final, intimate caress. His hands rested gently on Dunk’s torso, his fingers tracing lazy patterns as if reluctant to let go. Dunk’s body relaxed fully, his breath evening out as the intensity of the moment gave way to a quiet, satisfying calm. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, their connection solidified in the silence.
“Tell me what you want,” Dunk prompted, his voice low and inviting. His hands rested lightly on Joong’s hips as the man straddles his chest, guiding him closer, as if afraid he might pull away.
Joong’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as he positioned himself between Dunk’s pecs, his throbbing cock aligning perfectly with the soft cleavage. “This,” he breathed, his voice hoarse with need. “I want this.” His hands gripped Dunk’s chest, anchoring himself as he pressed his erection into the warm valley between Dunk’s chest. The friction was electric, the softness of Dunk’s skin contrasting with the hardness of Joong’s desire.
Dunk’s fingers tightened on Joong’s hips, pulling him closer, his breath quickening in response to Joong’s urgency. “Then take it,” he whispered, his voice a mix of command and surrender.
Joong didn’t hesitate. He began to thrust, his cock sliding between Dunk’s warm, yielding mounds. The sensation was intoxicating—the heat, the softness, the way Dunk’s pecs enveloped him with each movement. Joong’s moans echoed against Dunk’s chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the friction intensified. Dunk’s hands moved in rhythm with Joong’s hips, his grip firm yet tender, as if he were cradling something precious.
“Fuck, Teerak,” Joong groaned, his voice breaking as he leaned forward, his movements refusing to slow. “You feel so good.”
Dunk’s chest rose and fell with his quickening breath, his own arousal evident in the way his muscles tensed beneath Joong’s touch. “You’re doing amazing,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to Joong’s spiralling desire. “Let go, MJ. I’ve got you.”
Joong’s thrusts grew more desperate, his body tightening as his release approached. Dunk’s hands slid up to cradle Joong’s face, pulling him into a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of need and devotion. Joong moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he felt himself teetering on the edge.
“Teerak ,” he cried, his voice a raw plea. “I’m close.”
Dunk smiled against his lips, his hands moving back to Joong’s hips, guiding him with firm, steady pressure. “Come for me,” he whispered, his voice a command wrapped in tenderness. “Let me feel it.”
Joong’s body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring about to snap. “My name,” Dunk urged, his voice a low rumble against Joong’s ear. “Say it, MJ.”
“Dunk!” Joong shouted, his voice cracking as he climaxed, his seed spilling hot and thick between Dunk’s pecs. His body shuddered, his thrusts slowing as he rode out the waves of pleasure, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Dunk held him close, his hands stroking Joong’s thighs in soothing circles, his chest heaving in sync with Joong’s.
The moment was raw, intimate, and achingly beautiful. Joong nestles down on top of him, his head resting on Dunk’s chest, his satisfied smile visible even in the dim light. Dunk’s fingers tangled in Joong’s messy brown hair, stroking it gently as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head.
“That was… incredible,” Joong murmured, his voice laced with wonder.
Dunk chuckled softly, his chest vibrating beneath Joong’s ear. “You’re incredible,” he corrected, his tone warm and adoring. “I love how much you enjoy this.”