Chapter 7: Aftermath
Donghae, spent and panting, begins a slow, deliberate exploration of Hyukjae's body, showering him with kisses from his neck to the tips of his toes, each touch a declaration of their raw, undeniable bond.
His tongue traces the faint scar on Hyukjae's hip, a relic from a childhood accident, before moving lower, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The air between them is thick with the scent of sex—sweat, lube, and something deeper, something that belongs only to them.
Hyukjae shivers under the touch, his body still trembling from their earlier fucking. His cock, half-hard and glistening with precome, twitches as Donghae's breath ghosts over it. "You're not done with me yet, are you?" he whispers, his voice rough from moaning, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along Donghae's sweat-slicked back.
Hyukjae takes the lead and ride Donghae 's cock, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that make the older man groan and grip his hips tighter. The wet, filthy sounds of their bodies slamming together fills the room, the bed creaking beneath them like a symphony of lust.
Donghae's hands slide down to Hyukjae's ass, spreading him open as he fucks up into him with deep, punishing strokes. The angle is perfect, his cock dragging over Hyukjae's prostate with every thrust, making him gasp and whimper.
"Fuck, you're so tight for me," Donghae growls, his voice rough with lust. "You feel that?
You feel how good you take my cock?"
Hyukjae’s breath hitched as Donghae’s cock dragged over that perfect spot inside him again, his body arching off the bed, his fingers clawing at the sheets. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, his cock twitching between their bodies, precome smearing onto Donghae’s abs.
"Fuck—fuck—" Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s cock dragged over his prostate again.
Hyukjae suck Donghae’s nip. He bites down, hard enough to make Donghae hiss through his teeth, his hips jerking upward in response. The sharp sting of pain only seems to fuel his desire, his cock twitching inside Hyukjae’s tight heat.
“Fuck,” Donghae groans, his voice rough with lust. “You little shit—you’re gonna make me come before I’m ready.”
Hyukjae grins, his lips swollen and red from kissing, his eyes dark with mischief. He rolls his hips again, this time grinding down hard, taking Donghae’s cock to the hilt.
The stretch burns in the best way, his body still throbbing from the relentless fucking he’d just taken. But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.
"Fuck, you feel so good inside me," Hyukjae moans, his voice thick with lust. He leans forward, his chest pressing against Donghae’s, their sweat-slicked skin sliding together as he rides him. His fingers dig into Donghae’s shoulders, nails raking down his back as he moves faster, his hips rolling in a way that makes Donghae’s breath hitch.
Donghae’s hands grip his waist, fingers bruising as he helps guide Hyukjae’s movements.
Donghae gave Hyukjae a sudden blowjob , his lips wrapping around the tip of his cock, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. Hyukjae gasped, his fingers tangling in Donghae’s hair as he felt the wet heat of his mouth envelop him. Donghae’s tongue worked magic, flicking over the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein that pulsed with every heartbeat. The sensation was overwhelming, Hyukjae’s legs trembling as Donghae took him deeper, his throat relaxing around the thick length.
"Fuck—Donghae—" Hyukjae moaned, his voice breaking as Donghae’s lips tightened around him, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working Hyukjae’s cock filled the room, the sloppy noises of saliva and precome making Hyukjae’s toes curl. His fingers tangled in Donghae’s hair, gripping tight as he fucked up into that hot, tight throat.
Donghae’s hands slid up Hyukjae’s thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above his knees before spreading him wider. His tongue swirled around the head of Hyukjae’s cock, teasing the slit before taking him deeper again, his throat fluttering around the thick length.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working Hyukjae’s cock filled the room—sloppy, filthy noises that made Hyukjae’s toes curl and his breath hitch.
"Fuck—fuck—Donghae—" Hyukjae gasped, his voice breaking as Donghae’s lips tightened around him, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder. His hands gripped Donghae’s hair, nails digging into his scalp as he fucked up into that hot, tight throat.
Donghae’s eyes watered slightly as he took Hyukjae deeper, his nose brushing against the soft curls at the base of his cock.
Hyukjae screaming fuck Hae!!!!
" Hyukjae screamed, his voice raw and desperate as his fingers twisted in Donghae’s hair. The sound of his name on Hyukjae’s lips, torn from his throat in that broken, needy way, sent a jolt of possessive heat straight to Donghae’s cock. He hollowed his cheeks, taking Hyukjae deeper, his throat fluttering around the thick length as he swallowed around him.
Hyukjae’s hips jerked upward, his body trembling as Donghae’s tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of his cock.
Donghae abandoned the cock and started rimming, burying his face between Hyukjae’s ass cheeks, his tongue flicking over his tight, puckered hole. The sensation was electric, Hyukjae’s fingers clawing at the sheets as Donghae’s tongue worked him open, teasing and probing until he was gasping for breath.
“Fuck—fuck—Donghae—” Hyukjae moaned, his voice breaking as Donghae’s tongue dragged over his prostate, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His cock twitched, precome smearing onto Donghae’s lips as he licked and sucked at his hole.
The filthy, wet sounds of his tongue working Hyukjae’s ass filled the room, mingling with Hyukjae’s desperate moans. Donghae’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of Hyukjae’s thighs, spreading him wider, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin just below his ass.
Hyukjae’s breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the sheets as a choked, desperate *"Fuck—fuck, Donghae—"* tore from his throat. The air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of sweat and something sharper—Donghae’s cologne, the musk of his skin, the faint metallic tang of his own arousal. His tongue was everywhere at once, relentless, the thick ridge pressing against Hyukjae’s sensitive flesh before slipping inside with a wet, obscene sound. The stretch was brutal, his body betraying him with a sharp, shuddering gasp as Donghae’s mouth worked him, tongue curling and twisting with deliberate precision. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through him, his hips lifting involuntarily, his fingers digging into the mattress as if he could anchor himself to the bed and resist the way Donghae’s mouth made him feel—*too good, too deep, too much.* Hyukjae’s vision blurred at the edges, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps as Donghae’s tongue hit that perfect spot inside him again and again, each flick of his tongue sending another wave of sensation crashing through him.
Hyukjae had a throbbing orgasm , his cock twitching violently as ropes of thick, white cum spilled over his stomach, smearing onto Donghae’s lips as he continued to eat him out with filthy, hungry noises. The pleasure was overwhelming, his body trembling as he rode out the aftershocks, his fingers still tangled in Donghae’s hair. The older man didn’t stop—he just kept licking, lapping at his hole like he couldn’t get enough, like he was addicted to the taste of him.
“Fuck—fuck—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice raw and broken as he collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving.
His body was still trembling from the force of his orgasm, his cock twitching as the last of his cum dripped onto his stomach. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, lube, and the musky, intoxicating smell of their bodies coming together.
Donghae didn’t stop. He kept licking, his tongue swirling around Hyukjae’s hole, teasing and probing until he was gasping for breath. The sensation was electric, his fingers clawing at the sheets as Donghae’s tongue worked him open, his mouth hot and wet and filthy.
The older man’s tongue pressed against his tight entrance, swirling, teasing, before pushing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust. Hyukjae’s back arched off the bed, a broken moan tearing from his throat as Donghae’s tongue fucked into him, stretching him, preparing him.
“Fuck—Donghae—” Hyukjae gasped, his voice raw and desperate. His fingers tangled in Donghae’s hair, gripping tight as he pulled him closer, his hips lifting off the bed, silently begging for more. Donghae growled against his skin, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through Hyukjae’s body.
His tongue twisted deeper, fucking into that tight, clenching hole with slow, deliberate strokes. The filthy, wet sounds of his mouth working Hyukjae’s ass filled the room, mingling with Hyukjae’s desperate moans.
“Fuck—fuck, Donghae—please—” Hyukjae gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his hips lifting off the bed. His cock, still half-hard and glistening with cum, twitched as Donghae’s tongue dragged over his prostate again and again.
Donghae pulled back just enough to look up at him, his lips glistening with saliva and Hyukjae’s cum.
His eyes were dark with hunger, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stared at the mess he’d made of Hyukjae—his flushed skin, his trembling thighs, the way his cock still twitched weakly against his stomach.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Donghae growled, his voice rough with lust. “Look at you. All fucked out and still begging for more.”
Hyukjae’s chest heaved, his fingers still tangled in Donghae’s hair. His body was a mess—sweat-slicked, cum-streaked, his hole still throbbing from the way Donghae had eaten him out.
The older man’s tongue had been relentless, flicking over his prostate until Hyukjae had come undone, his cock twitching violently as thick ropes of cum spilled over his stomach. But Donghae wasn’t done with him yet.
Donghae’s lips were glistening, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Hyukjae’s inner thigh. “You taste fucking delicious,” he growled, his voice rough with lust. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Hyukjae’s thighs, spreading him wider, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin just below his ass.
Hyukjae had enough, asking Donghae to just hold and kiss him . Donghae's lips crashed down on his, swallowing his moans, his tongue slipping into Hyukjae’s mouth with a filthy, possessive hunger.
The taste was intoxicating, filthy, *theirs*.
Donghae’s hands slid down to grip Hyukjae’s ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together so tightly there wasn’t a breath of space between them. The heat between them was suffocating, the air thick with the scent of sex—sweat, lube, the musky, intoxicating smell of their bodies coming together.
Donghae’s lips were bruising against Hyukjae’s, his tongue fucking into his mouth with the same relentless rhythm he’d used to fuck his ass. Hyukjae moaned into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Donghae’s hair, gripping tight as he pulled him closer.
Donghae’s hands slid down to grip Hyukjae’s ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted him slightly, their bodies pressed together so tightly there wasn’t a breath of space between them. Hyukjae could feel the hard length of Donghae’s cock pressing against his stomach, still slick with lube and Hyukjae’s own cum.