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Wonbin couldn't help himself. Anton's nose had always done something to him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the bridge, then the tip, giggling against Anton's skin.
"God, it's so cute," Wonbin murmured, nipping at the side of Anton's nose with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to feel the cartilage give slightly under the pressure. "I'm obsessed with it. You know that?"
Anton huffed out a laugh, his hands settling on Wonbin's waist. "You've mentioned it."
"No, but seriously." Wonbin kissed the tip again, then bit down gently, his tongue flicking out to taste the skin. "It's perfect. I could just..." Another kiss, this one lingering. "do this all day."
"Wonbin..."
"I love your nose," Wonbin interrupted, his voice dropping lower, more heated. He traced the bridge with his tongue, feeling Anton's breath hitch beneath him. "Love how it looks, how it feels. Want to kiss it forever."
Anton's grip tightened on his waist. "You're being ridiculous."
"I'm being honest." Wonbin bit down again, harder this time, and Anton made a noise in the back of his throat that went straight to Wonbin's core. "Your nose is so pretty, Anton. I can't stop thinking about it."
Before Wonbin could lean in for another kiss, Anton surged forward and captured his mouth instead. The kiss was firm, demanding, Anton's tongue pushing past Wonbin's lips like he was claiming something that already belonged to him. Wonbin melted into it, his hands fisting in Anton's shirt as he kissed back with equal fervor.
When they broke apart, Wonbin was breathing hard, his lips swollen and wet. The heat that had been simmering in his belly flared hotter, spreading through his limbs until he couldn't sit still. He shifted in Anton's lap, then again, his hips moving of their own accord.
"Fuck," Wonbin breathed, pressing himself against Anton's thigh. The friction was immediate, he couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped his throat. He rocked forward again, grinding down, chasing the sensation.
Anton's hands slid to his hips, guiding the movement. "That good?"
"Yes." Wonbin's voice came out strangled. He was already wet, could feel it soaking through his underwear as he rubbed himself against Anton's leg. "Feels... good."
"You're so horny already." Anton's voice was low, teasing. "All from kissing my nose?"
Wonbin nodded, too far gone to be embarrassed. He ground down harder, his clit catching on the firm muscle of Anton's thigh, and the pleasure spiked sharp and bright behind his eyes. "Please."
Anton shifted them both, laying Wonbin back against the bed and settling between his spread legs. His hands made quick work of Wonbin's pants and underwear, pulling them down and off in one smooth motion. Wonbin lay there exposed, his pussy flushed and glistening, and Anton stared at him like he was something worth savoring.
"You wanted my nose so bad," Anton said, his breath ghosting over Wonbin's inner thigh. "Let's see how much you like it here."
He pressed his face between Wonbin's legs, and the first touch of his nose against Wonbin's clit made Wonbin's back arch off the bed. Anton rubbed it there deliberately, the bridge of his nose dragging over the swollen bundle of nerves in slow, firm strokes.
"Anton-" Wonbin's hands flew to Anton's hair, gripping tight. The sensation was unlike anything else, the hardness of bone and cartilage, the slight give of skin, the warmth of Anton's breath. Anton moved his head in small circles, his nose pressing and rubbing against Wonbin's clit with focused precision.
"Good?" Anton asked, his voice muffled against Wonbin's pussy.
"So fucking good" Wonbin could barely form words. Every pass of Anton's nose sent sparks shooting through his nervous system. Anton adjusted the angle, pressing the tip of his nose directly against Wonbin's clit and moving it in tight circles, and Wonbin cried out, his thighs trembling.
Anton kept going, relentless. He rubbed his nose up and down, side to side, grinding it against Wonbin's clit until Wonbin was writhing beneath him, desperate and incoherent. The friction was perfect, maddening, and Wonbin could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine.
"Ton..."
Anton pulled back just enough to speak. "You're doing so good, baby. So perfect for me." Then his nose was back, pressing hard against Wonbin's clit, and his tongue finally joined in, licking a long stripe up Wonbin's slit.
Wonbin keened, his hips bucking up into Anton's face. Anton's tongue was everywhere, lapping at his entrance, circling his clit, dipping inside to taste him. He sucked Wonbin's clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it rapidly, and Wonbin felt himself unraveling.
"You taste so good. Always so wet for me." Anton murmured against him.
The praise sent Wonbin over the edge. His orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing through his body with devastating force. He came with a broken cry, his pussy clenching and pulsing as he ejaculated into Anton's mouth. Anton didn't pull away, he kept licking, kept sucking, swallowing everything Wonbin gave him.
Wonbin's body shook with aftershocks, his thighs clamping around Anton's head as the pleasure rolled through him in endless pulses. Anton gentled his movements, his tongue soft and soothing now, licking Wonbin clean until the trembling finally subsided.
When Anton finally lifted his head, his lips and chin were shiny with Wonbin's release. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark and satisfied.
"Still obsessed with my nose?" he asked.
Wonbin laughed breathlessly, his chest heaving. "More than ever."