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Bored.
Jun was bored.
He was currently sprawled over their shared bed, one arm draped over his head, his other hand mindlessly scrolling through his phone.
His boyfriend was lost in some tracks he really couldn’t care about at the moment.
Don’t get him wrong, in a normal setting he would be enthusiastic to hear him bubble about it for hours — going as far as giving him advice.
But this time it was really hard to focus on anything else, because his very hot, very bothered, very focused boyfriend was within reach and wasn’t paying attention to him.
Dylan’s silver locks were falling all over his eyes, headphones in as his gaze kept battling between the computer in front of him and his worn-out notebook.
He could see the deep frown forming between his brows from there, probably because he couldn’t find the right thread and that was driving him insane.
The brunet couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip at the sight, flashbacks filling up his mind — it wouldn’t be the first time that the younger takes it out on him, fucking him dumb, fucking him until all he can think about is the imprint of his cock bulging up his stomach.
He needed to do something about it.
Now.
So he got up, Dylan’s shirt swallowing his frame completely as a pair of sweats fell low on his hips.
Simple. Lethal.
Too absorbed in his own thoughts the silver barely noticed him, at least until Jun slid effortlessly on his lap, like he belonged there — which he did.
He occupied his entire view, keeping him from seeing the tracks filling up the desktop.
Dylan clicked his tongue, eyes so sharp they could cut through you if you weren’t careful enough.
His tapered hands moved to his thighs automatically, the muscles’ memory of what they did daily imprinted past erasure.
“Babe.”
His voice was low, a gentle warning with a secret undertone that sent a shiver right down the brunet’s spine.
And it took him all the self-control he had not to arch and start grinding on his lap that exact moment.
If there was something Dylan hated was getting disturbed during his writing hours, and that meant one thing only : He was going to get mad, and God have mercy on him for what was gonna come after.
Dylan often let him cock warm him while he was working, or playing, poorly trying to hide how much he enjoyed it himself.
Calling him clingy, almost like a bother, and Jun would’ve believed him if it wasn’t for the twitch in the silver’s thighs whenever he moved just slightly — or the effort not to thrust up when his mic was turned on, game over.
Today Jun wasn’t feeling like doing that, tho, he wanted to feel him.
He wanted to be fucked properly, and maybe even punished a little if he could get him worked up enough.
“It’s been three hours.”
The older wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, fingers instantly tangling in his long locks, nails gently scratching his scalp.
He could clearly see the soft spark flattering in Dylan’s eyes, hands moving up and down, from his thighs to his waist, gently grazing at the juncture of his hips, slow rhythm, almost soothing.
“Just one more hour, Doll. I’m so close to what I have in mind for our next comeback.”
That single word almost made his brain short-circuiting, taking him an extra effort to remember why he was there in the first place, what the original plan was.
And Dylan knew, he always did.
So good with words, and not only when it was in the confines of writing songs or finding endearing names for possible albums — If he was already a pro in that, he was worse in the bedroom, or whenever they were alone or out of camera reach.
Having him as a boyfriend had a lot of perks, but you could never know when he was gonna hit.
Taking you apart slowly, almost tenderly, always making sure to take his time with it.
“You can stay here, just sit and look pretty for me. Can you do that?”
Fuck.
Blush crept from his neck to the tips of his ears, thighs tightening against his, words stuck in his throat as all he could do was nod.
Hiding in the crook of his neck, breath gently tickling the younger’s skin as the latter went back to lining up some undertones. Keyboards clicking and shuffles of paper echoing in the small room, pen scribbling, inking.
He really wanted to be good for him, to sit there and let him finish up his work. Knowing he’d get praised and rewarded the way only Dylan could give him.
At the same time, something inside urged him to disobey, to demand his attention instantly.
Some papers couldn’t be more important than him, could they?
So he started slowly with open-mouthed kisses on the fairy skin of his neck. Beginning his trail right under the sensitive spot under his ear right to the base of his throat where he nibbled at a portion of skin.
Not enough to mark, but enough to be felt.
One of Dylan’s hands moved from the mousepad to his waist in a silent warning, eyes still fixed on the screen.
Obviously, Jun took it as a gesture to move on with his plan.
This time accompanying his kisses with wandering hands, fingers snuggling under the thick fabric of the younger’s t-shirt, rewarded with an expanse of soft skin.
He started by tracing the deep lines of his abdominals, slow and precise like he had done with his tongue a hundred times. Knowing every dip and curve as if they were irremediably imprinted in the back of his mind.
The simple thought made a low hum rise from his throat, impossible to contain. Hips shifting down against Dylan’s thighs, searching for some friction.
“Jun.”
Second warning.
His tone deepened and the boy could feel the focus slowly shifting to his actions instead of the lining.
Bingo.
Jun grew bolder, licking a strip over the line of his throat, his free hand cupping the side of his neck to pull him closer to his mouth.
“What? I can’t even kiss you now? You’re being unfair here, Dyl.”
He mouthed at his earlobe right after that, nibbling at it as a soft teasing laugh escaped his lips.
Dylan was so easy to work up, he could already feel his length thickening right under the curve of his ass.
And who was he not to grind down on it, moving his hips just right to feel the warm press of it growing against him?
It earned him a groan, the silver’s hands quickly moved to grip his waist, stopping him right before he could roll his hips again.
“Behave.”
His self-control was starting to shatter, and Jun could clearly see the cracks in his facade crumbling back in the palm of his hands.
Even when he tried to get back to work, the brunet could feel his body tense under him.
He was doing his best to resist yet his own physique was betraying him, showing off just how weak he was when it came to his boyfriend.
Jun waited a couple of minutes, giving the other a sense of false security before going back to his work.
This time he bit down on his neck, sucking hard on a specific bundle of skin until it took on some purplish undertones. His tongue flattened right over it before giving it a blow, watching the shivers arise and disappear down the collar of his shirt.
“You look so hot like this, I can’t help it.”
His fingertips started tracing the line of his waistband, sometimes going under it just to tease and feel him holding his breath before going back to his abdominals up to his pecs.
The gym was doing wonders for his already God-Carved body.
“All I can think about is you fucking my throat or bending me over there to record some new noises for our next track. Would you think the boys would realize that it is me moaning in the background?”
And just like that, he got him.
Because after all Dylan was a weak man, a very weak man when it came to the gorgeous creature in front of him. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t help but get sucked right into it, zero chance of return, zero desire to.
Before Jun could even realize it, a hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips smashed together, a small whine escaping from the older at the force of it.
Dylan bit on his bottom lip, demanding, licking into his mouth as soon as the other opened up.
There was nothing sweet about it, nothing gentle.
His grip on his throat tightened, pushing his tongue further like he wanted him to choke on it, to watch him drip in spit. He swallowed down every single sound that Jun was making, feeling his fingers tugging at his hair, desperately trying to pull him closer.
Fucking freak, he was enjoying that.
The silver smirked against him, wrapping his lips around his tongue, languidly sucking on it before pulling him back in. He could feel the other’s body trembling on top of him, already pleading, trying to get as much as he could.
Both of his hands moved to his ass, squeezing it so hard it tore another moan from the older’s mouth. He made him grind on his cock, making him feel every inch and keeping him there until his thighs were twitching against him.
“Dylan.”
So soft, so desperate.
He barely made it before Dylan’s mouth caught him again, another bruising kiss, another drag of his cock where he needed him the most.
Jun was starting to feel dizzy, his needy erection aching for more, squirming in his hold.
They separated with a wet sound, spit still connecting their lips before the silver disappeared in the curve of his neck.
No ceremonies, no softness.
He started a long trail of marks, biting and sucking on the tender skin of his until it was a constellation of purple bites. The clear imprint of his teeth before dragging his tongue along it.
Another whine filled the dense air, and Jun didn’t even realize his hips were moving, desperately grinding over the silver’s length until the latter groaned.
The sound went straight to his cock, making him move faster, the drag of his hips stuttering under the weight of his own arousal.
“Please, fuck, please baby.”
Dylan laughed at that, guttural and mocking, over the shell of his ear.
One of his hands moved under the hem of the brunet’s shirt, caressing the dip of his waist before reaching the center of his interest.
Jun’s nipples were already hard under his touch, flicking and pinching one of them with the tip of his fingertips. Making the other flinch and moan louder.
“You think you deserved it? You think you behaved well enough to make requests?”
His voice was deceivingly sweet, sharp on the edges as he moved to his other nipple, turning it between his fingers before pinching it.
A sob erupted from the brunet’s throat before he could take a hold of it, arms tightening around his neck in a vain attempt to pull him closer, to end that already thin distance between them.
It was never enough when it came to Dylan, close was never close enough.
He was greedy, he always wanted more and more. And this time was no different.
“Please, ‘ need you, please I’ll do anything.”
Jun had just walked himself into the mouth of the wolf.
A low hum came from the other’s throat, almost as if he was contemplating the offer while a devilish smirk was already tugging at his lips.
Dylan took the older’s chin between his fingers, forcing him to make eye contact.
He wetted his lips at the view, already tasting the sweetness of Jun’s tears on his tongue. His gaze was hungry, something primal taking over his features that made him look impossible.
“You are gonna take everything I give you, and thank me for it. Got it, Doll?”
A shiver went down the older’s spine, mouth watering in anticipation as he nodded multiple times.
His stomach flipped as the other’s grip tightened, making him tilt his head to the side. A harsh slap landed on his ass, causing him to jolt forward and grind harder, legs trembling in response.
“I’m gonna need words, sweetheart. You don’t want to make me mad, do you?”
Fuck.
He wasn’t going to make it out alive.
“Yes, yes I’ll take everything.”
His voice was small, compliant, like the other had put a spell on him and all the previous resistance had crumbled to pieces. It left nothing behind, just pure devotion and willingness to do anything it took to please the man underneath him.
Apparently, Dylan was satisfied enough with his answer, hands under his thighs to lift him up.
Their mouths found each other again, even when the younger laid him down on the bed and took off his shirt, mumbling a disconnected « Up » against his lips.
The silver’s hands were everywhere, touching his arms, tracing his pecs, then going down his abs just to tug down the waistband and leave him only in his underwear.
It was already soaked, the dark fabric leaking of pre-cum, leaving nothing to the imagination.
A chuckle left Dylan as he leaned down, continuing his trail of marks he had initiated on his neck to his collarbones, feeling Jun’s shivering when he bit one of them.
Then going to tease his already oversensitive nipples, sucking one into his mouth, eyes never leaving the flushed face of his boyfriend. Ready to catch every single one of his reactions, especially when he started grazing at it with his teeth.
The pattern never stopped, not when he reached his abdominals nor under his belly button. Mouthing over the line of his boxers, hands gripping his thighs, forcing them open for him.
“You are always so pliant, always so sensitive. Makes me wonder if you’d really let me do everything I want to you.”
Dylan had his answer when he felt Jun’s legs tremble in the palms of his hands, cheeks so red he thought the other was about to combust.
Pretty, so fucking pretty he was seriously considering the thought of eating him alive.
For now he had to contain himself, limiting himself to kissing his cock, sucking on the tip right through the stretched fabric before going down to his balls.
“Dylan.”
Jun cried, hand reaching over to grab his silver locks, hips pushing up in a desperate attempt to get more just to be met with resistance. The younger pulled away enough to tease him, lips still grazing over his length.
“Already so eager, baby? We just got started.”
It was clear that Dylan wanted to have his time with it, especially after he interrupted his work, especially after he disobeyed so clearly to his orders.
That’s why he pulled back, taking Jun’s hand from his hair and kissing his wrist before sitting back on his feet.
The silver’s duality never failed to make Jun shaky, especially when it was in moments like this. He could go from the sweetest gesture to pulling the craziest stunt, you would never know before it happened.
Dylan admired him a little longer before his fingers hocked on the last piece of clothing he was wearing, stripping him completely until he was left with nothing but the goosebumps arising on his skin.
And nothing could’ve prepared the younger for the view in front of him, his heart almost threatening to exit his ribcage, blood going straight to his dick to the point it was aching in the confinement of his pants.
“Fuck doll.”
He murmured under his breath, gaze fixed between Jun’s legs, hands pushing on the back of his thighs to expose him more.
Jun was wearing a fucking plug.
It was pushed so deep he could barely see the base of it, fingers already reaching for it before he could even register it.
He slowly pulled it out, leaving just the tip inside as he watched his hole desperately fluttering around it. Jun whined, fingers curling in the sheets at the sudden loss, eyes full of tears desperately searching for him.
Dylan looked right at him when he pushed it back inside in one single thrust, hitting exactly where he needed him the most, causing the other to arch off the bed.
“Such a slut, for how long have you had this in?”
He marked right on the pet name, pulling the toy out just to push it back in even deeper in a single movement of his wrist.
Jun was already so close, he could already tell. Especially when tears started streaming down his cheeks, thighs fighting to stay open as they trembled.
He could read him like the back of his hand, even blindfolded he could’ve done this.
This was definitely an idea for another time.
When no answer came in he pushed it out all the way, gaining a desperate whine from the other that could barely keep his eyes open.
A harsh slap landed on his ass, watching him scream as his pretty cock was leaking even more against his stomach.
“I asked you a question.”
Jun gulped down, mind hazy, struggling to find the words that set right on the back of his throat.
When he had Dylan like this it was really hard to think, no matter how much he tried. Difficult to the point he turned into a bubbling mess most of the time, barely making it past one coherent sentence.
“Since.. Since this morning, needed you, need you so bad.”
He almost yelped at the end when Dylan pushed the plug back in a single thrust, head falling back as his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the sheets.
The younger one seemed satisfied enough because he started to thrust it in and out with a quick pace, deep enough to hit his prostate every time, like he knew exactly what his body was crying for without having to say a word.
He could tell from the way his toes were curling, his voice turning into a high-pitched note before softening again, hips trembling as they tried to meet his movements.
It didn’t take him much to approach his high, and right before he was about to cum, the friction stopped and Dylan took it out all the way again.
Jun’s eyes rolled back, a sob breaking through as he forced them open and watched him under teary lashes. He could feel his lower body aching, desperately crying for some sort of relief, but all he was met with was a sadistic smirk.
“What? You didn’t think I was going to let you come that fast, did you?”
Dylan clicked his tongue before placing the toy on the nightstand.
He started to undress himself under the lustful gaze of the older, so slowly that another sob was threatening to leave his throat. And when his dick was freed, hard and thick, slapped over his abdominals, Jun couldn’t hold a moan, legs spreading as if it was the only acceptable response.
Of course the silver didn’t miss it, a chuckle breaking through.
He leaned down to press a small peek on his lips, tapping right under his chin as he motioned towards his legs.
“Turn around princess, ass up, chest down.”
The simple tone he was using made Jun’s legs wiggle, doing his best to follow his commands and turn around.
His chest was pressed against the warm mattress, on his knees as he spread his legs wider to give him perfect access. Cheek pressed against the soft fabric as his arms grabbed desperately at the pillows.
He felt a weight dipping behind him where Dylan was probably settling, his cock already dripping in anticipation.
The younger took his time, hands squeezing the plush skin of his ass before assessing another strong slap, watching it giggle under the pressure of it.
The lube that had been held back by the plug was now dripping over his inner thighs, wetting the bedsheets. Embarrassment flowed to the older’s cheeks, so exposed he almost felt shy.
Dylan was pretty sure that the view alone could’ve made him come undone.
He moved one hand to spread him open as the other was teasing around his wet rim, fingers brushing against it before two of them directly sank into it.
Jun was so wet and stretched that the fingers were basically sucked in, his warm walls welcoming him to the point his own dick twitched against his abs.
“Fuck baby, you look so pretty. Wanna keep you like this forever.”
An obscene sound escaped the older’s mouth, especially after the man had added a third finger. Scissoring him open, fingertips almost brushing against his prostate before pulling away completely.
Dylan was doing it on purpose, he wanted to see him falling apart under his touch, over and over again until the only language he knew was his name.
“Please, please Dyl ‘need you, need you so bad.”
He was basically moving his hips towards the silver’s fingers, fucking himself on them and ending up even more frustrated because he never managed to hit that spot.
Even more tears were running down his cheeks, wetting the bedsheets to the point that the white covers turned into a wet mess.
And Dylan gave him the exact opposite, pulling out his fingers completely and using the lube that coated them to stroke himself. Not bothering to keep quiet the moans that escaped his mouth whenever he turned his wrist just right.
Watching as Jun’s hole fluttered closed around nothing, legs shaking, knees threatening to give out.
“Please what, angel?”
Before he could even respond, the silver was rubbing himself right between his asscheeks, tip casually catching against his rim without ever giving him the satisfaction.
It made him cry in the pillow, cum leaking on his stomach as he couldn’t even bear to keep his eyes open.
All he could feel were Dylan’s hands on his waist, his voice echoing through his empty head, his skin aching for even the slightest attention.
“Fuck me, please-please, ‘need you to fill me up.”
Everything stayed still for a few seconds, his mouth opening again, ready to beg just to feel the younger sliding in a single thrust instants later.
Jun screamed his name, coming untouched simply by being filled up to the brim. Sobbing out his name as he could feel him pulling out, leaving just the tip inside before pushing back in.
“So tight, no matter how many times we fuck, you always take me so good baby.”
Dylan didn’t leave him the time to adjust or to ride out his orgasm, he didn’t care, he kept fucking him slow and good until all he could do was cry.
One of his hands pushed in between his shoulder blades to make him arch even more, angling his hips enough to hit his sweet spot every single time.
Abusing it, over and over.
“God doll, this ass was made for him.”
And Dylan squeezed both his asscheeks in his palms, exposing him even more under his gaze, watching the way his hole was basically swallowing him whole. Pulling out again and pushing back in just to see how deep he was taking him, a guttural sound burning his throat.
He bent over, chest against his back as he picked up the pace, fucking into him at an animalistic pace.
The bed’s headboard was slamming against the wall, and a noise complaint was definitely on the way.
Neither of them could give any less, especially if what Dylan got out of it was this pretty thing spread out under him.
“You are gonna give me another one, right baby?”
His voice was deep in Jun’s ear, pounded into the mattress to the point of no return.
When he felt the younger’s hand wrapping around his erection he couldn’t hold it any longer, coming for the second time all over himself, head spinning and mouth open.
Dylan wasn’t lasting much himself, especially with the way the older was squeezing him so heavenly.
Coming deep inside him with a guttural moan, nails digging in the soft skin of his waist, sure that bruises were gonna form there. Riding out his orgasm until every single drop was filling the brunet.
He rested his forehead against the back of his shoulder for a couple of seconds, breathing in and out before placing a sweet kiss on the skin of it.
Dylan pulled out slowly, watching the cum dripping out of his abused hole and right onto the older’s skin.
The simple view was making him hard again, especially when his ass was holding the imprint of his hands over it. His legs were still spasming from how good everything felt.
The silver had to use all his self-control not to flip him over and fuck him all over again, maybe into a mating press this time, so he could force him to watch him right in the eyes as he ruined him.
He closed his eyes and breathed in, out, in, out.
Maybe later.
Jun had his eyes closed, probably catching his breath, throat sore from all that screaming as he was silently trying to collect himself.
He gripped his jaw, pressing hard enough to make him open his mouth, and spat in it.
Dylan spat in his mouth before making him swallow it, his gaze scrutinizing the way his Adam’s apple gulped it down.
“Mine.”
His voice was feral, possessive of the vision in front of him, so sweet he could be the only one witnessing it.
The silver’s knuckles then caressed his cheek, his thumb gently grazing his bottom lip as the other hardly tried to open his eyes, now clung with tears and dizziness.
“You did so well, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Dylan gently brushed a strand of sticky hair from his forehead. He caressed his back, pressing soft kisses on the spine of it as he mumbled small praises.
He eased him up into a more comfortable position before scooping him up and heading towards the bathroom.
Now it was time to take proper care of his baby.