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Inspiration from Yunho’s Live January 30th 2022
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM2eC76TUQA&t=127s
Crave You – Flight Facilities
Yunho
“Hello. Hi. Atiny, I stopped by before going slowly to sleep.” An emphasis on slowly since I planned on visiting my favorite hyung so we could finish the night in the most pleasurable way.
Yep, that’s right.
Him, under me, panting like a rabid dog after we fuck each other to oblivion and can’t go anymore. Fucking Seonghwa has become my favorite activity while in Korea and on tour. And while our time was limited with endless schedules, not to mention practice and performances, we managed to get in at least five or six times before the week turned over.
Not bad for two men trying their best to keep it from the fans and the company, don’t you think?
No question, having the other members on our side helped especially since they had secrets of their own. San and Wooyoung had been an item since Wonderland. Then there was Jongho and Yeosang who were quickly getting closer even though they denied it was a bad rash. Hongjoong and Mingi had different lovers of male and female variety so when we needed cover, it was no problem asking for favors.
Who knew all this would be going on in this, the fourth year of our illustrious career.
Stranger things indeed.
Nevertheless, Seonghwa and I’s relationship teeters on a scale that tips towards more of the physical than emotional. Something I wanted to change, but then again, I wasn’t in a rush. After all, I was in it for the long haul because just like my representative animal, I’m fiercely loyal. No one or nothing would be able to tear me away from Park Seonghwa. Till death do us part and all that without the ceremony and rings.
At least for now.
Yeah, Park Seonghwa was mine for life even if he continuously denied it.
While I enjoyed my late-night treat, I talked to my glorious fans about our next music video, Don’t Stop, which would be released while on tour. The video shoot was a blast with Seonghwa and I on the same team of misfits who broke into a pawn shop to obtain the deed to the captain’s ship. And while the video shoot was fun, the moment Seonghwa and I stole later was more than memorable. We had sexy time in the van as well as the store’s safe room with JongSang fooling around while on lookout duty.
I gotta say, I hadn’t had sex with an audience in a while, but hey, in this line of work you had to get it in whenever you could. The best part was them holding the logbook crew off while we got ourselves together. We told them we owed them big time which we were sure Jongho would collect a lot sooner than later.
As I continued to fool around with the wifi connection and eat my ice cream, I couldn’t help but wonder what the fans would think if they knew their favorite Aries boys had gotten closer on a more personal level. So many Atinys loved the skinship between all of us, even to the point of assigning partners to every member, which in a way was endearing but annoying all the same.
Though I enjoyed Mingi, I loved our gentle giant like a brother.
Seonghwa played the part of being down for Hongjoong, but neither of them had feelings beyond mutual respect and brotherly love.
So, with that in mind, could Atinys love Seonghwa and I as a couple at some point? Believe you me, I’d pondered this for the longest because again, I was looking to be connected to this man at the hip for the rest of my life. Crazy as it may seem, I was already thinking about post-military marriage and I hoped Seonghwa would eventually want the same.
“Yunho-Ya!” Atinys from every country typed terms of endearment, some that made me blush. These fans were rabid but not like me when it came to Seonghwa. If they knew what we’d done behind closed doors our fanfic count on A03 would increase exponentially. Not that I worried about that but being the natural competitor, I am, I strove to be number one in everything, including things I had no control over.
I’m sitting here talking about having the most livestreams on tour, so if that doesn’t signal how much I loved being on top, I don’t know what does. Besides that, I was sick of reading the amount of Matz fantasies and needed more Yunhwa fiction not only to fuel my delusions but to feed my tremendous ego.
Short man wished he could pull a voracious vixen like Park Seonghwa. With all due respect, cap couldn’t fill my big shoes or Seonghwa’s tight little hole like I could.
Period.
“Love you too.” I smiled to myself after telling Atinys it was time for me to sleep. If I had hope of getting at least two or three good rounds in with Hwa, I had to end this live right away. Seonghwa was most likely waiting patiently for me to end, wearing my favorite outfit: nothing, while cuddled under the covers,preparing to be rammed into the Serta.
Mmph.
Thoughts of him splayed out with his ass in the air crossed my mind in a flash, making me hard as nails. I licked my lips, then eyed the ice cream, wondering if Hwa would like some fudge before bed. “Yes, De. Goodnight. Bye bye.” I blew aggressive kisses at the screen and watched Atinys bid me adieu in every language. By the time my phone went dark, I’d already thought of a couple ways we could have fun with this frozen dessert that really didn’t involve eating.
Well, it did, but not in the normal way. Instead, I’d be licking it off Seonghwa, making a mess then cleaning each other thoroughly before turning in.
Yeah. No better way than a midnight fuck/snack to end the evening.
Illusion – Dua Lipa
Seonghwa
“Goodnight. De. Bye Bye.”
“Bye.” I mimicked Yunho’s cute saying and pulled my robe back together. I’d been, um… “enjoying” him on the screen, but his aegyo ruined the moment, so I stopped. Now I have to clean myself up before I head over, because that’s what I’d planned all along. Not just to give him a taste of the shit he pulls on me to also figure out…
Find out how you feel?
Figure out if I’m crazy about his eight-inch dick or him.
If I was being honest, it was becoming a mixture of both.
And yeah, solidifying this had been a process. One I hadn’t wanted to go through because, hell, I was still young, beautiful, and desired. I didn’t have time for love nor did I want it. Or did I?
Do you?
The struggle is real. Not so much knowing about how I liked men, women, and everything in between because I’ve always been aware of my fluidity.
But this thing.
This shit.
This wanting Jeong Yunho, not wanting Jeong Yunho for anything but sex had to come to an end. One way or the other, I had to decide where my feelings lie. If I only loved him for how he made my ass feel or did he truly give me the fluffs to go along with the countless orgasms I’d felt in the last eleven or so months.
This man was seriously ruining me. Cramping my style, because I considered myself a free spirit. I’d even told my parents don’t expect children right away because I loved my freedom. Long term relationships and/or marriage weren’t on my radar, but here’s Jeong Yunho. Fucking Jeong Yunho making me wonder about those important decisions. How much I adored being cared for in every essence of the word. How my mind, heart, and body felt differently when he’s around as opposed to when he’s not.
How I absolutely love receiving the pummeling and aftercare in the end because I’m quickly falling for this man.
Jeong Yunho.
Our golden retriever. Our happy pill and cute puppy, that’s not so cute when he’s in bed.
Well, he can be, but I like the fiercer big dog persona a lot better.
Yeah, I was down bad, but I wondered just how far down I was and if it was something I could avoid for now. At least until my next birthday because twenty-five is when many consider the beginning of manhood.
And although we’ve been taught how we don’t really reach that until after service…
Groan.
Twenty-five was like a halfway point. It meant the crossing into older people territory. No Korean thought they were still young when they hit twenty-five. Well, I still was but to keep up with my culture I went along with everything else. No matter what, I’d always lean towards a different way of thinking despite the air we had to keep up.
Either way, I truly enjoyed all the time I spent with him.
Though the man drove me insane, I valued our time together inside the bedroom and out, but I could say the latter about any of the guys, so that’s why all of this was so confusing.
We were more than friends but am I ready to be more than the FWB, because my heart had been doing loopy things I didn’t like. Tonight, would be the beginning of me getting some fucking answers while I got my rocks off.
After snapping myself out of my haze, I quickly headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Although a part of me thought Yunho might enjoy the residue from my failed climax attempt, I didn’t like the stickiness between my thighs.
Besides, I looked forward to him smearing that ice cream on my body, making me sticky in more ways than one. Yeah, Jeong Yunho made me this way, so until I figured out all this craziness going on in my head, I’d definitely be enjoying the ride.
Once I finished, I sprayed a little cologne on and grabbed the hotel’s extra robe from the closet. Since I messed up my own, I’d have to use theirs. Albeit not as soft, it would have to do. At least it wasn’t too ugly and because it would most likely hit the floor the moment I entered his room, it didn’t matter anyway.
Equipped with extra condoms and the cuffs I’d picked up from a sex shop, I slipped through the door of our connecting rooms into Yunho’s. The moment I popped my head in, Yunho flashed that million-dollar grin that many around the world swooned over.
Damn.
Immediately, my heart skipped a beat the moment he followed up the smile with a quick swipe over those luscious lips.
Shit. I’m such a fucking goner.
“Is your livestream officially over?”
“It is. How did you know I wanted you for the meal after my dessert?” Yunho leaned back on his short sofa and crossed his legs. Yunho’s grey sweatshirt covered his upper body like a glove while his jeans left little to the imagination. No wonder he kept covering his crotch. If anyone noticed the artillery behind that zipper, he’d cause an uproar not just in chat, but all across social media.
Lucky for me that hardware would be in between my lips in minutes, even sooner if I could beat him to kneeling on the floor for oral duty. Honestly, I loved when Yunho sucked me down to the root, then followed it up with a salad toss that made my toes curl. Yunho knew how to use his tongue and fingers in a way others could never master.
Just one of the many reasons I’d thought about having something more with him. With skills like that, who in their right mind would want to dump Yunho?
Not me.
“Let’s just say I can read your very dirty mind.” After closing the door tight, I sauntered over in his direction, undoing the housecoat as I walked. Like the obedient man I am, I dropped to my knees, clenched the handcuffs between my teeth, then crawled to where he sat.
No kneepads for me. The rugburn would be no match for the pleasurable pain of his dick hitting the back of my throat or slamming that spot between my thighs.
As I positioned myself on his lap I made sure our cocks met through Yunho’s trousers.
“Fuck, Seonghwa. You’re ready for me, huh?” Yunho slid his hands around my waist and pushed upwards so I’d feel the tent between his legs.
I opened my mouth, dropping the cuffs on his chest. “Been ready since I watched you eat the ice cream.” I pressed my mouth softly atop his, then pulled back. “Was the cookies in cream good?”
“Not better than the cream from your dick, babe.” Yunho brought one hand up to cup my face, then yanked me in, covering my lips with his. Yunho’s tongue slithered into my mouth, tangling with mine, leaving me breathless. Until Yunho, I hadn’t enjoyed kissing anyone as much. Perhaps I had more feelings for this man than first thought.
“Shh…Jeong Yunho.” I ran my hands over his upper body, tossing the cuffs onto the empty space next to him. While I cradled one of his cheeks, I slid the other hand through his hair, forcing our mouths together again to take control. I came to be in command, not the other way around, so that meant exerting my dominance even when I wanted to submit.
Yunho groaned into our embrace and pushed into me while our tongues tangled. Our bodies moved against each other, making the sofa creak under our weight. In moments, I separated us, then wrangled the sweater from over his head while he worked on his zipper, freeing his hardened flesh from his boxers. While I continued to grasp his scalp., I rutted against him while sharing another ferocious kiss.
Yunho moved back. “Seonghwahhh… I wanted to lick that ice cream off you, but all I want is to be inside you, making you scream my name into the pillow.”
*kiss*
I returned the peck, then nodded. “We can multitask, you know. I happen to like fudge ice cream a whole lot. We can lick it off each other while we fuck.” After kissing him once more, I leaned back, grabbing the small container along with the spoon he’d used earlier. “We’ll use the cuffs another time.” I popped the lid off and licked it, then shared the amount on my tongue with him.
“Mmmph. I’ll hold ya’ to it, Seonghwaaahh…” Yunho spoke against my mouth then held me while we locked lips again.
I sensed his shaft thickening against my thigh, but I wasn’t ready to give in. Not yet when there was more fun to be had. Although I wanted nothing more than to enjoy more kisses, I had other ideas. Remember, petty is as petty does and all that.
There was a score to settle with Yunho and I’d be taking the lead tonight.
Instead of allowing Jeong Yunho to take over my body as he usually did, I turned the tables. After handing him the ice cream, I got up from his lap and smacked his hip. “Off.” I barked while I grabbed our necessities from my pocket, then slid my robe off my shoulders, onto the floor.
“Ooh. You mean business today, hmm?” Yunho put the container on the table, then pushed his underwear and jeans down to his ankles. Showing how hyped he was,Yunho kicked it all into a heap on the side of the sofa.
“I always do, my man. Today, I make the rules. Can you handle that?” I stood in front of him, stroking my dick while I pressed the head with one of my fingertips. Drops of pre-cum coated my fingers while my cock thickened in my palm.
“I can. I love when you tell me what to do.” Yunho grinned and leaned back watching me while mimicking my movements.
Thinking of Yunho fucking me, I swiped my tongue over my lips. I wanted ice cream, but I didn’t want to just eat it. I grabbed the dessert, then stood over him while I licked around the rim of the container. Thankfully it was soft, only slightly cold, and a little syrupy which meant a big mess to clean up later, but I didn’t care. “Lean back for me.” I smirked, while dipping one finger into the container.
Yunho did but hadn’t stopped rubbing himself. Through widened eyes, he looked up, seemingly not worried about my next move. Instead, he seemed to expect me to do the dirtiest thing.
To make this night even more memorable.
Intent on getting a reaction from him, I tilted the cup, letting some of the cream fall onto the center of his chest.
Yunho gasped, then hissed, but hadn’t stopped jerking himself off. “Shhh…babe.”
Before Yunho could say anything more, I dove in, licking his chest and pouring more onto him until it made a trail from his mouth down to the base of his cock. I put the cream down, then continued swiping my tongue over his nipples, covering every peak and stained valley I could.
“Hwahha, Oh god.” Yunho bucked off the couch, running his hand through my hair, tugging at the curls. “Oh fuuuck, Seonghwa.”
I hungrily devoured him, running my hand downward, covering his shaft with the mix of my saliva and ice cream, slurping him down to the root. “You like that, hmm? Like what I’m doing to you?” I took him into my mouth again, swallowing him completely.
“Yes, oh God, yes. Hwaaahhh.” Yunho thrust into my mouth, making me gag.
It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. I coughed, spat, then dove in, hollowing my cheeks to get more of him in. Make him submit to me, even though I already had him by the balls literally and figuratively. I kissed the tip of his dick, then grabbed the cream, dipping my tongue in before swirling it around his flesh and taking it into my mouth again.
“Hwaah, Ohh.” Yunho bucked off the sofa, pushing himself inside my throat further, making me choke a little but I’d expected as much. As I continued my oral assault, I watched the way his chest rose and fell. His head leaning back, his mouth in an O shape, staring up at the ceiling. I licked upwards to the tip again. “Don’t you want to watch me?”
Yunho’s gaze fell on me once more as he heaved air in and out. His fingers found my hair, raking, tugging, then pushing me down further to force himself in, which I loved.
Yes, choke me with your cock, babe.
I liked playing rough with Yunho. Showing him, I was no dainty flower and could take all he could give me would do more than just win him over. I continued slurping him down, then rose back up, spitting chocolate drool on it, while I licked around the rim. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I kinda want you to return the favor.” I kissed his balls then winked.
Yunho grinned and pulled me up to share a sloppy kiss. After what seemed like forever, he pulled back. “I’ll do whatever you want, Hwa. Just say the word.” He quickly pecked my lips and slid to his knees. “And I do mean whatever.”
Instantly my mind went black, but I already had a few ideas in mind.
This couch would need a stern cleaning after we were done, but that was the least of my worries.
Making each other climax with a cold dessert was the fun part, but how would it relate to me figuring out my feelings for him? Who knew, but I hoped to be closer to an answer than not.
Say It Again – H.E.R
Yunho
Whatever.
Those last words I’d spoken couldn’t have been more real and I had no desire to say anything else. All I wanted was to put my mouth to good use, not with useless chatter, but with actions Park Seonghwa wouldn’t be able to decline.
Besides, Seonghwa entered this room on a mission, now it was my job to finish it.
To bring us to that point of no return where all we’d want was each other, mentally, physically, and emotionally. He was my bandmate, my friend, my soulmate, my everything. And I was more than determined to make him believe we were meant to be.
So as much as I loved him taking control, I took matters into my own hands, enjoying that ice cream as I’d intended to do before he stepped in. I took my time, slathering it over his dick, balls, and his ass, then dove in, eating him from the inside out as if it was my last meal.
As maddening as it was, I took my time, taking him in fully between my lips, slurping, licking, until he used the couch pillows as a sound buffer, screaming into the cushions while filling my throat with his precious release. He came so hard, I nearly choked, but this was the way I was going to die, nothing would be better.
And instead of letting up, I rose from between Seonghwa’s thighs, making eye contact, showing him how I didn’t waste a single drop. I dove into his hole, tongue first, swirling around while I sank a finger inside, then two to open him up.
Not that he had an issue before, but I enjoyed getting to know him intimately. Tasting him, leaving him gasping for air while I dismantled him piece by piece.
Again, every night I had a goal to make him mine and that wouldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever. Seonghwa had to understand how much he meant to me.
“Yunhooo, Gods… please just, ahhh… goddamn babe.”
Seonghwa’s cries filled my ears like a sweet melody. His hampered breaths spurred me into finding the treats he’d brought for us to indulge in. Sure I would’ve loved to cuff him to the bed, or vice versa, but all that mattered was sheathing myself to fill his ass the way only I could.
After I rubbed my covered shaft, I pressed my lubed fingers into him, scissoring, stretching so he’d feel comfortable. Without moving my hand, I rose just enough to cover his lips with mine, whispering his name against his lips like a dirty secret, throwing a few growls in for effect.
Seonghwa’s taste lingered on my tongue, exciting him. So much so, he pulled me down further and arched his body,placing his legs over my shoulders. At this angle, I could watch his face and how my dick slid into him. Kissing wouldn’t be impossible, but I’d forget his mouth for a while just so he’d be comfortable.
“Hwahh, ready for me?” I pressed the head of my cock at his entrance, not fully inserting myself. Only the tip as a tease which would surely upset him.
“Yes, please. Yunho, yess, I want it. I want you.” Seonghwa cooed as he eyed me. His brown eyes wide as he huffed, waiting for me to push into him.
To claim him a mine.
I didn’t respond with words. Immediately, I pressed inside, fully sinking myself with one thrust until I bottomed out. We cried out in ecstasy, filling the room with our moans, the slapping of skin, and shortened breaths. Almost right away, we built a rhythm, completely forgetting about everyone and everything around us, only taking pleasure in each other.
“Yunho… fuck. Fuck, yes. Ugh.” Seonghwa clawed the cushions behind him, moving with me in tandem, building our shared orgasm. I’d already been on the cusp, but I was determined to hold it in. Waiting for him to join me in this bliss.
This emotional moment we’d had so many times before, but for some reason, this one felt better than the others. Bigger. More important. It was my chance to prove to Seonghwa I could be the one he could be with and turn to in good times and bad.
Sure, we’d only been dating a few months, but I was all in. All for being in a relationship even under all the spotlight and pressure that came with it.
Yes, Park Seonghwa.
What you’d thought was a one-time thing, had become so much more that it had you questioning yourself. Wondering if this was something real and not just a passing fancy,
Well, it’s not. I’m in love with you. I want to be your forever man.
And even if you reject those feelings, I won’t be leaving your side anytime soon.