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"You're what?" Renjun's eyes widened in the dim light of their hotel room, the TV casting a soft glow over Jisung's flushed cheeks.
Jisung fidgeted with the edge of the bed sheet, his voice barely audible above the hum of the air conditioner. "A... a virgin," he repeated, his eyes glued to the floor. The revelation hung in the air like a shy confession in a crowded room.
Renjun felt his heart stutter in his chest. He had never considered this possibility, not once in the whirlwind of their relationship. He took a deep breath, trying to compose his thoughts. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the storm of questions raging in his mind.
Jisung shrugged, looking up with a hint of a smile. "It never came up, I guess," he said with a shrug, his cheeks darkening a shade deeper. "And I was a little nervous about how you might react."
Renjun leaned closer, his hand reaching out to cup Jisung's cheek. He brushed a stray strand of hair from Jisung's face with his thumb. "You know I'd never judge you, right?" He searched Jisung's eyes, looking for any trace of doubt or fear.
Jisung nodded, his gaze flicking away. "I know," he murmured. "But it's just... it's different for me."
Renjun studied Jisung's profile, the curve of his jaw and the slope of his nose, familiar and yet somehow new in this moment. "It doesn't change anything," he said, his voice firm. "We'll take it slow, okay?"
Jisung looked at him with a mix of relief and surprise. "Really?" he breathed, his eyes searching for sincerity in Renjun's gaze.
Renjun nodded, his eyes serious. "Of course," he said. "I care about you, Jisung." He leaned in and kissed Jisung softly, the alcohol on his breath mixing with the mint of Jisung's toothpaste. The kiss was gentle, almost chaste, but it held a promise of understanding and patience that made Jisung's heart swell.
The room was quiet except for their mingled breaths, and the distant sound of the city outside their window. Jisung felt a warmth spread through his body, a comforting warmth that chased away his anxieties. Renjun pulled back slightly, his hand still cradling Jisung's face. "I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel pressured," he whispered.
Jisung leaned into the touch, his eyes searching for reassurance. "You haven't," he said, his voice a little wobbly. "It's just... I've never been ready before."
Renjun nodded, his thumb tracing a soothing pattern on Jisung's cheek. "And now?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.
Jisung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Renjun's. "Now, I'm ready," he said, the words leaving him with a sense of liberation. "I want it to be with you."
Renjun's smile grew, his eyes lighting up with a soft glow. "Tomorrow," he said, his voice filled with a gentle resolve. "We'll do it tomorrow." He didn't want to rush things, not when it was this important.
The rest of the evening was filled with gentle touches and whispered reassurances, the air thick with anticipation. They watched a movie, their bodies curled into one another, the tension building between them like a slow crescendo. Renjun was acutely aware of Jisung's every breath, every shift of his body. He knew that this was a big step for him, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect.
The next day dawned with a soft light, the curtains of their hotel room filtering the sun's early rays. They went about their schedule, the knowledge of what was to come later in the day lending a certain sweetness to their interactions. They laughed at each other's jokes, shared knowing glances, and held hands a little tighter than usual. The hours ticked by with agonizing slowness, each moment a delicious torment.
Dinner was a quiet affair at a small Italian restaurant tucked away in a corner of the bustling city. The warm scent of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air, mingling with the low murmur of conversation. They sat across from each other, the candlelight flickering over their faces. Renjun studied Jisung, taking in every detail - the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his favorite dish, the nervous twitch of his smile, the way his fingers traced the rim of his wine glass. He felt a fierce protectiveness and love for the man in front of him, knowing that tonight would be a memory they'd cherish forever.
"What are you thinking about?" Jisung asked, catching Renjun's gaze. His voice was soft, a little shy.
Renjun looked up from his spaghetti, a smile playing on his lips. "Just how lucky I am," he said, his eyes holding Jisung's. "To be here with you."
Jisung's cheeks warmed at the compliment, his hand tightening around his fork. "You don't have to say that," he murmured, his gaze dropping to his plate.
Renjun chuckled, reaching across the table to squeeze Jisung's hand. "But I mean it," he said, his voice earnest. "I've never felt this way before."
Jisung's eyes snapped up, meeting Renjun's with a jolt of electricity. He felt his face heat up and quickly looked away, trying to distract himself by fiddling with his napkin. "We should... we should probably get going soon," he stammered, desperate to change the topic.
Renjun cocked his head, his smile gentle. "Is everything okay?" he asked, noticing Jisung's sudden shift in demeanor.
Jisung took a sip of his water, his throat dry. "Yeah, I just..." He cleared his throat, looking around the restaurant. "It's just that I'm a bit nervous about tonight."
Renjun's expression softened, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Hey," he said, his voice a soothing caress. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Jisung took a deep breath, his eyes meeting Renjun's again. "No, I want to," he said, his voice firmer. "It's just... it's a big deal, you know?"
Renjun nodded, his thumb still stroking the back of Jisung's hand. "I know," he said, his voice a soothing whisper. "But we're in this together, okay?"
Jisung took a deep breath and nodded, trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. "Okay," he murmured, his eyes dropping to their entwined fingers.
They finished their meal in comfortable silence, the tension between them a palpable presence that neither of them tried to ignore. After paying the bill, they made their way back to their house, the anticipation growing with each step. The city lights painted streaks of color across the night sky, a silent backdrop to their quiet conversation.
In the car, the radio played a soft ballad that filled the cabin with a melancholic serenity. Renjun reached over to turn it down, his eyes never leaving the road. "You know, I'm a bit nervous too," he admitted, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel.
Jisung glanced over, surprise flickering in his eyes. "You are?" he said, his voice a little shaky.
Renjun nodded, his gaze flicking to Jisung briefly before returning to the road ahead. "It's a big deal for me too, you know," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want to make sure it's perfect for you."
Jisung leaned back into his seat, the leather cool against his skin. "It will be," he said with a small smile. "As long as you're with me."
Renjun reached over and gave Jisung's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll always be with you," he said, his voice steady. "Always."
They arrived at their home, a quiet oasis amidst the urban sprawl, and as they stepped out of the car, the cool evening air whispered against their skin. Renjun led the way to the front door, his hand never leaving Jisung's. The porch light flickered to life as they approached, casting a warm glow over the two men.
Renjun turned to face Jisung, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. He saw none, only the trust and desire that mirrored his own. He leaned in, their bodies brushing together, and pressed a soft kiss to Jisung's lips. It was a gentle invitation, a silent question, and Jisung responded with a sigh, his eyes closing as he melted into the embrace.
The kiss grew hotter, more urgent. Renjun's hand slid up Jisung's back, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. Jisung's arms wrapped around Renjun's neck, his fingers tangling in his hair. They kissed as if it was the first time, as if every touch was a revelation, every taste a newfound pleasure. Jisung's heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in quick pants as he tried to keep up with the pace set by his more experienced partner.
Without breaking the kiss, Renjun managed to get the door open and guided them inside. His hands never left Jisung's body, exploring and reassuring, until he had him pinned against the cool wood of the door. The suddenness of it made Jisung gasp, his eyes flying open to find Renjun's gaze burning into his own, full of passion and need.
Renjun's mouth trailed down Jisung's neck, peppering him with feather-light kisses that grew increasingly bold. Jisung felt the heat of Renjun's breath against his skin, the gentle scrapes of his teeth as he explored. His heart raced, each touch sending a shiver down his spine. He arched his neck, giving Renjun more access, silently begging for more.
Renjun's hands slid under Jisung's shirt, his fingertips tracing the line of his collarbone before moving lower. He felt the tension in Jisung's body, the way he trembled in anticipation. With a smoldering gaze, Renjun captured Jisung's mouth again, his teeth grazing the tender flesh of his neck. Jisung gasped, his nails digging into the fabric of Renjun's shirt.
As Renjun's kisses grew more insistent, his thumbs brushed over the peaks of Jisung's nipples, teasing and toying with them. Jisung's breath hitched, his body responding instinctively to the sensation. He felt a warmth spread from his chest, pooling in his stomach and lower still. The gentle tug of desire grew stronger with each pass of Renjun's skilled fingers, his touch a silent promise of what was to come.
"Ahh, Renjun," Jisung moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he leaned into the sensation. His body was a canvas of sensation, each touch from Renjun painting new strokes of pleasure across it. He felt his knees weaken, his legs threatening to buckle beneath him.
"Please," Jisung begged, the word slipping from his lips on a ragged breath. He didn't know what he was asking for, just that he needed more of whatever it was that Renjun was giving him. More of the heat, more of the connection, more of everything.
Renjun chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through Jisung's body and sending a fresh wave of desire crashing through him. He kissed Jisung one last time, lingering, before pulling back with a gentle smile. "Come on," he murmured, taking Jisung's hand in his and leading him down the hallway to the bedroom.
Their footsteps were quiet on the plush carpet, the only sound their breaths and the occasional soft laugh. Jisung felt his heart race in his chest, his nerves fluttering like butterflies in his stomach. He had never felt this way before, this mix of excitement and fear and longing. Renjun's hand was a steady presence, guiding him through the uncharted territory of his own home.
When they reached the bedroom, the door was already open, the bedside lamps casting a soft glow over the large king-sized bed. Renjun paused, turning to look at Jisung with a gentle expression. "Lay down," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I'll take care of everything."
Jisung swallowed hard, his heart thundering in his chest. He nodded and allowed himself to be guided to the bed, his legs trembling slightly as he sat down. He kicked off his shoes and lay back, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat of his body. Renjun hovered over him, his eyes full of love and concern. He pulled Jisung's shirt over his head and tossed it aside, his gaze lingering on the bare skin revealed.
He leaned down, his warm breath fanning over Jisung's chest, making the sensitive skin pebble with anticipation. He placed a soft kiss between Jisung's collarbones, then traced a path down to one of his nipples. Jisung's breath hitched as he felt the first tentative lick, the sensation shooting straight to his core. Renjun took his time, teasing the sensitive nub with his tongue, feeling it harden beneath his ministrations.
"Is that okay?" Renjun asked, his voice a seductive murmur. He looked up, his eyes dark with desire, and Jisung nodded, his voice lost in a throat tight with emotion. The gentle touches grew bolder, more insistent, as Renjun explored Jisung's body. He kissed and licked, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as he worked his way down the other side of Jisung's chest, his hands sliding over the fabric of his pants.
Jisung's hips jerked at the contact, his cock hardening even more under the pressure. He could feel the wetness of his arousal, and he bit his lip, trying to keep from moaning too loudly. Renjun's eyes danced with mischief as he undid Jisung's pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the quiet room. He slid them down Jisung's legs, his gaze lingering on the bulge of his boxers.
With a gentle tug, Renjun revealed Jisung's erection, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip. Jisung's back arched off the bed, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. Renjun's mouth was warm and wet, and Jisung felt himself growing even harder at the thought of what was to come.
Renjun took his time, his mouth moving down the length of Jisung's cock, exploring every inch with the same care and attention that he had given to his chest. Jisung's hands fisted in the sheets, his body tensing with every flick of Renjun's tongue, every suck. He was lost in a sea of sensation, his mind a blur of pleasure and need.
The sound of Jisung's moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of desire. Each one was a testament to the connection that existed between them, a declaration of trust and love that went beyond words. Renjun took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the sounds, the way they grew from a soft whine to a deep, throaty moan that vibrated through Jisung's entire body.
"Renjun, I'm... I'm gonna come," Jisung managed to gasp out, his voice strained with need. Renjun felt a thrill of pride at the admission, his own desire ramping up at the knowledge that he was the one causing such a reaction. He increased his pace, his mouth working in tandem with his hand, stroking and sucking in perfect rhythm.
Jisung's hips bucked as he reached the precipice, his body tightening like a bowstring. Renjun could feel the pulse of his orgasm in the throbbing heat of Jisung's cock, and he knew that this was it. He swallowed around Jisung's length, taking him deep into his throat as Jisung's release hit him in a hot, salty wave. Jisung's moan was muffled by the fabric of the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the intensity of the moment.
Renjun pulled back, his mouth still wrapped around Jisung's cock, and watched as the last tremors of pleasure played out across his lover's face. He gave him a moment, allowing the aftershocks to subside before gently releasing him with a pop. He sat back on his heels, his eyes never leaving Jisung's face as he watched the younger man come down from his high. Jisung's chest heaved with his erratic breaths, his body a map of pleasure points that Renjun had just explored.
"Are you okay?" Renjun asked, his voice thick with his own desire. He reached up to wipe a stray bead of cum from Jisung's stomach, his touch tender and caring.
Jisung's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice still a little breathless. "More than okay."
Renjun couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at his own lips. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Jisung's forehead, his hand still resting on the warm skin of his abdomen. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Because we're just getting started."
With a flick of his wrist, Renjun produced the lube from the nightstand, the bottle glinting in the soft light. Jisung's eyes widened slightly, his body tensing in anticipation. Renjun chuckled, the sound a warm rumble in his chest. "Don't worry," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of Jisung's boxers. "We're going to take this slow."
He hooked his thumbs under the fabric and began to slide the boxers down, his eyes never leaving Jisung's face. Jisung's cock bobbed free, still half-hard and glistening with the remnants of his release. Renjun leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip, his eyes never leaving Jisung's. "You're so perfect," he whispered, his breath warm against the sensitive skin.
Jisung's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as Renjun's eyes traveled over his exposed body. He watched as Renjun flipped the cap of the lube open, the sound of the viscous liquid squelching as he coated his fingers. His heart raced, his eyes locked on the sight of those long, deft digits as they moved closer to him.
With a gentle touch, Renjun's hand slid between Jisung's legs, his index finger grazing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Jisung's body quivered, his muscles tightening in anticipation. Renjun's eyes held his, a silent question, and Jisung nodded, his breath hitching.
The first touch of Renjun's lubed-up finger against his hole was a shock of cold that made Jisung jolt. Renjun waited, his hand still, giving Jisung's body time to adjust. The digit circled the tight ring of muscle, applying the slightest pressure, teasing and testing. Jisung felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum.
"Breathe," Renjun whispered, his voice a comforting rumble in the quiet room. Jisung took a deep breath, trying to relax, to let go of the tension that coiled in his stomach. He felt Renjun's finger press again, harder this time, and he bit his bottom lip to stifle a gasp as it slid inside him, inch by slow inch. It burned at first, a strange and unfamiliar sensation that made him want to squirm away, but he held still, his eyes locked on Renjun's.
"Jisung," Renjun murmured, his voice thick with need, "tell me if you want me to stop."
Jisung took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes searching Renjun's for any sign of doubt. He found none, only love and patience. "No," he whispered, "keep going."
Renjun's eyes searched Jisung's, ensuring he was truly ready before he began to move his finger, a slow and deliberate motion that had Jisung's toes curling into the sheets. It burned, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by a sensation of fullness that was almost overwhelming. Renjun's movements grew bolder, his finger moving in and out with a gentle rhythm that had Jisung's eyes rolling back in his head.
And then, as if sensing that Jisung could take more, Renjun leaned in, capturing his lover's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The kiss was everything Jisung had ever wanted, a promise of passion and belonging that made him feel like he was falling into an endless abyss of pleasure. Renjun's other hand found its way into Jisung's hair, his grip firm but gentle as he held him in place, his tongue sliding against Jisung's, tasting and exploring.
As their kiss deepened, Renjun's finger inside Jisung grew more adventurous, stretching and probing, preparing him for what was to come. And without warning, a second digit joined the first, pushing past the tight ring of muscle with a slow, deliberate pressure that had Jisung's body arching off the bed. He moaned into the kiss, the sound muffled by Renjun's lips. The burn grew, but so did the pleasure, a slow crescendo that had him writhing and clutching at the sheets.
"Do you like that?" Renjun murmured against his mouth, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through Jisung's very soul.
Jisung couldn't form words, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The sensation of being filled by Renjun's fingers was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him teetering on the edge of a cliff. He nodded, his eyes wide with wonder as he felt the second digit slide in alongside the first, stretching him further.
"Please," he managed to whimper, the word barely audible. Renjun stilled, his eyes searching Jisung's face for any sign of distress. Seeing none, he took it as the permission he needed and began to move his fingers in earnest, twisting and scissoring gently, opening him up.
Jisung's breath hitched as the pleasure grew, his hips moving of their own accord to meet the slow, steady rhythm of Renjun's hand. The burn had morphed into a deep ache that grew with every thrust, and he found himself begging for more. "Faster," he panted, his eyes squeezed shut.
Renjun chuckled, the sound a low rumble that vibrated through Jisung's body. "Patience, baby," he murmured, his voice a sweet caress against Jisung's skin. He kissed along Jisung's jaw, his free hand carding through his hair as his fingers continued to work their magic.
But Jisung was beyond patience, the ache inside him growing with every second that passed. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes wild with need. "Another," he gasped out, his voice desperate. "I need... I want... another."
Renjun's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips as he added a third finger to the mix. Jisung's eyes rolled back in his head, a strangled moan tearing from his throat as he felt himself stretched wider, the sensation bordering on too much but never quite crossing the line. He was so wet, his body eagerly taking in everything Renjun had to give.
The room was filled with the sound of their muffled gasps and the wet squelch of lubricant as Renjun worked his fingers in and out of Jisung's tight channel. Jisung's body was a symphony of sensations, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over him. He could feel the tension building again, his cock growing hard once more, slapping against his stomach with every movement of Renjun's hand.
And then it happened—Renjun hit that magical spot, the one that made Jisung's eyes roll back and his body convulse. He moaned, the sound slipping from his lips without thought, a little too loud for the quiet room. Renjun's eyes darkened with satisfaction as he felt the walls of Jisung's body tighten around his fingers, the beginnings of his lover's orgasm already starting to build.
"Renjun," Jisung breathed, his voice shaky and needy. "I... I can't... I'm gonna... oh God..."
Renjun leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving Jisung's face as he felt the younger man's body tighten around his fingers. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice a gentle encouragement. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"
Jisung's eyes flew open, the intensity of the pleasure making him dizzy. He nodded, his breath coming in ragged pants. "Yes," he managed to say, his voice a strangled whisper. "I'm... I'm close."
But just as he reached that peak, Renjun stilled, his fingers buried deep inside Jisung. Jisung whimpered, his body begging for release, his muscles quivering around Renjun's digits. Renjun leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Not yet," his breath hot and tickling against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Jisung's eyes snapped open, a mix of frustration and confusion clouding his gaze. Renjun's smile was gentle, though, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We're not done," he murmured, his voice a dark promising that sent shivers down Jisung's spine. He slowly withdrew his fingers, the loss of the pressure making Jisung's body ache.
The bedside drawer opened with a soft click, and Renjun pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. Jisung watched with rapt attention as he rolled the condom over his hard cock, his own body already preparing for what was to come. Renjun's gaze never left Jisung's face as he coated himself in the slick substance, his movements sure and deliberate.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a low purr that sent a thrill through Jisung's body.
Jisung nodded, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of trepidation and excitement. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Renjun's smile grew, his eyes dark with desire as he positioned himself between Jisung's legs. He leaned in, his cock nudging against Jisung's entrance, and Jisung felt a fresh wave of nerves wash over him. Renjun took a moment to kiss him deeply, his hands stroking over his body, reassuring and calming. "You're going to feel so good," he murmured, his voice a gentle promise.
And with that, he pushed in, the head of his cock breaching Jisung's tight ring of muscle. Jisung's body tensed, a sharp gasp escaping his lips, but the pain was brief, giving way to a deep, stretching sensation that was almost unbearable. Renjun's eyes searched Jisung's, checking for any signs of discomfort, and when he saw none but a deep need, he pushed in further, inch by agonizingly slow inch.
"R-renjun," Jisung managed to stutter, his voice trembling with the effort to remain still.
"Tell me if it hurts, Jisung," Renjun said, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Jisung nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. "It's okay," he murmured, his body tightening around Renjun's cock. "It just... feels weird."
Renjun took a deep breath, his own control fraying at the edges. "Keep breathing, baby," he said, his voice low and soothing. "Relax for me."
Jisung nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he focused on the sound of his own breathing. He felt the head of Renjun's cock push past the final barrier, and he couldn't hold back the gasp of pain that escaped his lips. "Oh God," he whispered, his nails digging into the sheets.
Renjun paused, his body taut with restraint. "Look at me," he murmured, his eyes full of concern. Jisung's eyes snapped open, and he met Renjun's gaze. The older man leaned down, his mouth capturing Jisung's in a soft, gentle kiss. He peppered his lover's face with kisses, moving from his lips to his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his forehead. Each tender touch was a balm to Jisung's nerves, calming him like a soothing lullaby.
"I'm okay," Jisung whispered, his voice a little shaky. "I just need you to move."
The words were like a key turning in a lock, unleashing the tension that had built in the room. Renjun's eyes searched Jisung's, looking for any hint of doubt, but all he saw was need—deep, unbridled need that mirrored his own. He leaned in to kiss him again, his movements slow and deliberate as he pushed in further, feeling Jisung's body give way to him. The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as they moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt like it had been written in the stars.
With every inch that Renjun claimed, Jisung felt himself opening more, his muscles learning to accommodate the thickness and length of his lover's cock. It was a dance of pain and pleasure, of give and take, that had them both panting and moaning into each other's mouths. Renjun's hand found Jisung's cock again, stroking him in time with his slow, shallow thrusts.
"Does it feel good love?" Renjun murmured against his ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"Y-yes," Jisung managed to whisper, his voice a little hoarse. He couldn't believe the sensations that were coursing through him, the way Renjun's cock filled him so completely, the way his hand stroked him in perfect harmony with every thrust. It was as if Renjun had known exactly what he needed without having to ask, as if they had been doing this for years.
Renjun's eyes searched his, a soft smile playing on his lips as he felt Jisung's body begin to relax. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Jisung's ear. "Tell me," he urged, his voice a gentle rumble. "Tell me what you're feeling."
Jisung's mouth opened, his breath hitching as Renjun's cock slid deeper. "It's... it's..." His words dissolved into a moan, his body tightening around the intrusion.
Renjun leaned in, his teeth grazing Jisung's earlobe. "Tell me, Jisung," he urged, his voice a low whisper that sent shivers down the younger man's spine. "What does it feel like?"
Jisung's eyes fluttered closed, his body a symphony of sensations as Renjun began to move inside him. He tried to form words, to describe the way his body was being claimed and filled, but all that came out was a strangled moan. "It's... it's..." His voice trailed off, his hips involuntarily rising to meet each shallow thrust.
Renjun's hand tightened around Jisung's cock, his strokes growing bolder as he felt the younger man's body begin to relax around him. "Come on, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Tell me."
Jisung's eyes snapped open, and he took a deep, shaky breath. "It feels... amazing," he finally managed to get out, his voice a hoarse whisper. "It's like... it's like nothing I've ever felt before."
Renjun's smile grew, his eyes darkening with a fierce love and lust. He pulled back slightly before sliding in deeper, the new angle making Jisung's body arch off the bed. "Good," he murmured, his hips beginning to move with more purpose, his thrusts growing stronger, more demanding.
The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo off the walls. Jisung's moans grew louder, his nails digging into the sheets as he struggled to hold on to the last vestiges of control. Renjun's hand on his cock was a relentless force, matching the pace of his hips, driving him closer to the edge with every stroke.
"More," Jisung begged, his voice a desperate whine. "Harder, please, Renjun."
Renjun's eyes flashed with a predatory smile, his strokes becoming more urgent as he watched Jisung's face contort with each thrust. "So greedy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. He gave into the plea, his hips snapping forward with more force, filling Jisung completely.
Jisung's cries grew louder, his body thrumming with need. He begged for more, his voice raw with passion. "Please, Renjun," he chanted, his hips moving in time with the relentless rhythm. "More, I need more."
Renjun's eyes darkened with satisfaction at Jisung's words, his strokes growing more powerful. He could feel Jisung's body clenching around him, could see the way his eyes rolled back in his head, and he knew his lover was close. He leaned down, capturing Jisung's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss as his hand moved faster, stroking the younger man's cock in time with his own thrusts.
Their bodies moved as one, their breaths mingling in the air, the scent of their desire growing stronger. Renjun felt the tightness in Jisung's body increase, the way he held onto him as if he was a lifeline in a stormy sea. And then, with a muffled cry, Jisung's body went rigid, his muscles locking as he came, his hot release spilling over Renjun's hand. The sensation of Jisung's inner walls pulsing around him sent Renjun over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him like a wave.
With a groan, Renjun pushed deep one final time, his cock buried to the hilt inside Jisung's tight heat. He felt his release fill the condom, his hips jerking with the intensity of his climax. For a moment, they remained like that, their breaths ragged and uneven, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.
Jisung lay there, reeling from the experience, his eyes wide and unseeing. He could feel the weight of Renjun's body pressing him into the mattress, but it was the warmth that surrounded him, the love that emanated from every touch and kiss, that grounded him. His body felt boneless, his mind racing with the emotions and sensations that had just washed over him.
Renjun slowly pulled out, the motion deliberate and gentle, his eyes never leaving Jisung's face. He removed the condom, discarding it discreetly in the wastebasket before climbing back into the bed. He pulled Jisung into his arms, his body curving around the younger man's as if they were two halves of a whole. Jisung's head found a natural resting place on his shoulder, and he nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of their mingled arousal and satisfaction.
"How was that?" Renjun asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through Jisung's very bones. His hand was tender as it carded through Jisung's hair, soothing him as if he were a skittish creature.
"It was..." Jisung paused, searching for the right words. "Incredible," he finally murmured, his voice still a little shaky. "I can't believe..."
"Can't believe what?" Renjun prompted, his voice gentle, his hand never stopping its soothing strokes.
"That you're here," Jisung whispered, his heart still racing. "That we did that."
Renjun chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "You're mine now," he murmured, kissing the top of Jisung's head. "In every way that counts."
Jisung's breath hitched, a fresh wave of emotion swelling in his chest. "Yours," he agreed, his voice a quiet echo of the word. He felt Renjun's arms tighten around him, a silent promise that he'd never let him go.