Page 56 of Hamartia
He shifts slightly in his sleep, pulling his knee up towards his chest which only opens the leg of the shorts more. Which only exposes that perfect fucking hole more.
He’s fast asleep as far as I can tell. On his stomach, face–planting the pillow in that same diagonal shape he was in yesterday when I woke up. It’s not how he’d gone to sleep. We’d both been on our backs staring up at the ceiling, as we’d talked about everything and anything: films to TV shows to sports and music and back to food and countries we wanted to visit again. I told him I still hadn’t been to Japan, though it had been top of my list of places I wanted to visit since I was twelve and read my first manga. It had become obvious to me then that I wanted to travel with him, wanted to see things with him.
He’d been pretty much everywhere except Africa, it sounded like, and wanted to do a safari so he could see lions and tigers and elephants up close. He preferred Korea to anywhere on earth and though they were huge there, he said he was still able to live a pretty normal life. Their private lives were carefully protected by their label apparently, romantic entanglements, sexuality, families.
He’d looked round at me at one point during this, as if to say thatno one can ever find out about this, or,do you know how much I’m risking for this?I’m not sure which. While his label, his band and his family knew about his sexuality, he still had to hide it from the world. From his fans. I’m pretty sure most of his fans would still love him regardless of who he was attracted to, but I didn’t say this. Instead, I’d said that maybe the people who knew were the only ones who needed to know. That the world wasn’t entitled to know about it. He’d gone quiet for a bit before saying, softly, “yes, maybe.”
I edge toward him now, desperate to be closer to him, and press myself against his back. My morning arousal pushed against his ass as I bury my face into his neck and inhale, sleep and Jae flooding my nose like a balm. I settle my hand on his hip before walking my fingers towards the hem of those ridiculous shorts, tugging it up slightly to reveal the smooth skin of his taint and the hint of the tiny pink opening I want to bury myself inside again. My cock jerks at the sight of it, stomach flipping with want.
I remember how he fell apart on my tongue last night, the breathy whimpers and soft cries, and I almost groan out loud from how much I want to make him repeat them. I graze the pad of my index finger over it watching as a tremble moves through his entire body.
Not as asleep as I’d thought, then.
When I begin to circle it, I hear a quiet gasp and then he’s pulling his leg up a little higher and pushing his ass out toward me. I lower my mouth to the nape of his neck and breathe him in again. He lifts his head and arches back, turning to grant me better access. When I push my finger against his rim, he lets out a small whimper that wraps around my dick and squeezes.
I’d slept naked so it doesn’t take much to have the head of my cock sliding between his legs.
My brain is hot and loud and buzzing between my ears. Arousal pumping through my body, a need so fucking strong I can’t think past it. I slide my hand under his head and tilt it towards me so I can kiss him, hard and dry. My fingertips trace the high cheekbones and sharp jaw, threading through his hair as he opens his mouth and feeds me his tongue. I can feel him pulling open the leg of the shorts to offer me more of his ass, then he’s reaching behind him for my dick and jerking it sleepily, lazy strokes which match the movement of his tongue in my mouth. My finger slips in dry and he pulls away from my mouth to gasp.
“Fuck, sorry,” I say, pulling it back out. “I’ll get something…”
“I don’t mind it…” he says, eyes dreamy as they blink open at me. But then he reaches for my hand and pulls it to his mouth, sucking on my index finger. He keeps his eyes on me as he sucks on the middle one, then the index again, then both together. “But this cannot do any harm.”
He smiles and pushes my hand back down. He’s still half on his side with his head twisted back to look at me. When my finger finds his hole again, it slides in with a soft wet noise and he arches his back. Dropping his head back down onto the pillow, he starts jerking my cock again, making a little purring sound when he swipes the tip to find it wet.
“You’re so warm inside…” I groan, as my mouth finds his nape, kissing and scraping my way to his shoulder. I get that same desire to mark him, wanting to see him bruised and red from my mouth and it takes a degree of strength to pull back and not give into it. “So tight too…fuck, baby…” I groan.
His hand falters on my dick and so I just start rutting against it as I finger him. As I kiss and suck across the skin at the top of his spine. I want to consume him. His breathing is a little frantic now, his movements sensual as he fucks himself on my finger. I pull it out all the way and slide two back in and he mewls a breathy noise that is like music to my ears. I wanna record it and listen to it repeatedly.
“Fuck me,” he says, turning his head to fix me with a half-lidded look. “I want you to fuck me again.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I slide my fingers out and turn away towards the nightstand drawer where I suit up quicker than I ever have in my life. When I come back, he’s still in the same position, but his shorts are gone and he’s running his hand up over his chest as he jerks himself off slowly. His cock is hard and the tip is a delicious creamy pink that has me reaching for it with my mouth. I lean over to suck the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it a few times before sliding off and moving back behind him.
He coats his fingers in saliva and spreads them over his hole before giving me a look that almost sends me over the fucking edge. He’s going to be the fucking death of me. As I thread my fingers through his hair again, I line myself up at that perfect tight ring and push inside. It’s a struggle, even with Jae spreading himself open for me, long shapely fingers digging into one perfect ass cheek as he holds it apart. It feels resistant. Tight. Too fucking tight. I don’t want to hurt him.
“Let me in, baby,” I whisper against his ear.
Jaehyun lets out a low sound and then something gives and I’m in. Pushing past hot tight muscle to that fucking paradise of sensation.
“Holy fuck, how can you feel this good?” I hear myself wonder aloud and then he’s pushing back on me so his ass is pressed snugly at my balls. Then I feel it. A tightening from the inside, like there’s a fist wrapped around my cock that’s clenching and releasing. It makes my eyes roll back in my head. “What the fuck wasthat?”
And the fucker giggles. Actually fucking giggles. He props his head up on his hand and looks over his shoulder at me. Big eyes all innocent and glittering.
“You mean this?”
He does it again and something spurts out the end of my cock. I’m certain it’s all over but some high power takes mercy on me and keeps the rest of my load in.
“You need to quit that or I won’t be able to do that fucking thing you asked for.”
He frowns. “But you are not doing the fucking thing anyway?”
He gives me a sort of pissy look that only makes me smile.
Without another word, I slide almost all the way out and then ram myself back in. Jae cries out, mouth falling open and eyes falling closed. I do it again, watching his face for pain or discomfort. He turns his upper body so that it’s flat on the bed, his lower half still turned sideways. Sort of reverse cowgirl—boy—but not quite, and I go again.
On the third thrust I change my angle and the noise that leaves him is a high-pitched thing that tells me I’ve hit my jackpot. His eyes go very serious all of a sudden and he gives me a fervent nod. He pulls his legs up and this changes the angle again and this time I don’t need to thrust to hit it, it just grazes it on each pass and then Jae is gasping and jerking and thrashing in my arms. My head drops to find a nipple which I suck into my mouth. This makes his noises change again, growing more unabashed, less contained, like he’s lost all control now.