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“Let’s have sex.”
Dokja froze. For a long moment neither of them said anything and Dokja thought that he was dreaming.
“I said let’s have sex, Kim Dokja.”
No, he did not dream that up and that was definitely Joonghyuk’s voice that spoke those words.
Dokja blanched. “What?”
There were a lot of things Dokja would do for Joonghyuk- a crazy lot. He’d die again just to see Joonghyuk achieve the end he wanted and that said a lot about Dokja’s lack of self preservation as well as his voracious desire to give Joonghyuk everything he wanted however meaningless it was.
But sex? That was something Dokja had never prepared himself for mentally because he didn’t think he’d have to. In what mad universe would Yoo Joonghyuk be attracted to him?
“Do you not want to?” Joonghyuk asked impatiently.
Apparently this one.
Dokja stared at Joonghyuk. He hadn’t ever really thought about it. Sex with Yoo Joonghyuk- or sex in general.
“Are you attracted to me?” Dokja asked. He didn’t really mean to sound so unsure- but his voice reflected it nonetheless and he bit his tongue. It didn’t really matter anyways. He had already made a decision. He’d give Joonghyuk everything he desired.
“Yes,” Joonghyuk proclaimed. Something about his boldness made Dokja feel something he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge. “You?”
Dokja blinked. “What?”
“Are you attracted to me?”
Dokja inhaled sharply. Was he attracted to Joonghyuk? Well yeah, who wasn’t? Joonghyuk was- he was him. He was the center of his- this universe. It probably wouldn’t have mattered what Joonghyuk looked like in the end, but it really didn’t help that he was so handsome. It was hard not to notice how beautiful he was every time Dokja looked at him.
“Yeah,” Dokja said, sounding a little breathless. He blinked, clearing his throat. Oh god, that was a little too much, wasn’t it?
But if anything, Joonghyuk looked a little too pleased at his response. “Good.”
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It was nothing like what Dokja had imagined in his head. Nothing he imagined could have prepared him for it anyways. How hovering over a debauched Joonghyuk felt as Joonghyuk fingered himself. How glorious Joonghyuk looked as he stretched himself open underneath Dokja, the hand he used to grip Dokja’s shoulder trembling as he bit his bottom lip harshly to refrain from making any noise. Dokja wanted to hear him so bad. He decided to be selfish this once and moved to dig his thumb at Joonghyuk’s lip until Joonghyuk was forced to let go of it, lips parting as he groaned. Joonghyuk was warm all over but especially at the parts where his bare skin met Dokja’s, and yet Dokja shivered when he saw Joonghyuk throw his head back to expose the stretch of his neck and Adam’s apple to Dokja’s unwavering gaze.
Dokja couldn’t look away. It wasn’t really a choice that was up to him. There was a magnificent sight unfolding in front of him and looking away felt like sin. Joonghyuk was beautiful all over. Toned muscle and stubborn defiance that yielded softly under Dokja’s hands. Dokja hands explored like they had a mind of their own, grazing over every part of Joonghyuk that they could reach. His heavy, fat thighs that felt absolutely divine crushing Dokja’s small waist. His lovely feet wrapped around his back, his filled-out chest that Dokja couldn’t get enough of, his muscular back and curly locks that begged to be made a mess out of-
Dokja couldn’t get enough of Joonghyuk. He loved every inch of him. He loved the way Joonghyuk scowled when Dokja didn’t look away after too long, ears turning red. He loved it when Joonghyuk kissed him immediately after, dragging Dokja by his neck to beckon him closer in an attempt to distract him. Dokja went down without a fight, moaning against Joonghyuk’s mouth. Dokja wanted to know every single thing about him that wasn’t revealed in TWSA. He wanted to memorise every word that made Joonghyuk’s essence like a holy book and then etch it onto his soul.
Maybe he shouldn’t have done this, Dokja thought as he pried into Joonghyuk’s mouth, fingers digging into his jaw. A single taste and the greed that he hadn’t known existed within him had woken up with a hunger that threatened to consume him whole. Dokja’s fingernails made crescents into Joonghyuk’s thigh when Joonghyuk guided his cock to his hole.
Joonghyuk gasped against Dokja’s lips when he managed to accomplish his task, arms wound tight around Dokja’s neck as he breathed heavily. Dokja moved to graze his nose down Joonghyuk’s neck, kissing his skin gently. There was so much that was left unsaid but Dokja could read him like a book. Joonghyuk didn’t often do things that didn’t serve his purpose unless they brought him satisfaction. Seeing as he had little to gain from sleeping with Dokja, the only other reason he was doing this was for his enjoyment and something about that made Dokja feel warm all over.
Joonghyuk wanted this.
Dokja was merciless as he plundered Joonghyuk’s mouth with his tongue, the latter’s weak noises muffled as he practically devoured him. Dokja wanted this too. He didn’t realise how badly he had wanted this until he had it in his hands. He wanted Joonghyuk’s trust, he wanted his companionship, he wanted everything that Joonghyuk was willing to offer him. Joonghyuk surprised Dokja when he grabbed him by his hips, yanking Dokja against himself until Dokja could feel the outline of Joonghyuk’s cock twitch against his stomach. Dokja shivered again, gripping Joonghyuk’s waist tightly.
Joonghyuk weaved a hand through Dokja’s hair, looking at him through his lashes.
“Move.”