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#seungsung

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“I c-can’t cum anymore,” Jisung whines, sweat dripping off his brow. His hair is stuck to his forehead, legs open and body loose against the sheets.

“Sure you can,” Seungmin grins, fingers deep in Jisung, grazing right over his prostate. “You can give me a few more.”

“N-No, S-Seung, I can’t</>.” Jisung sniffles. “It’s too much.”

“Not for someone like you,” he adds another finger, bringing it up to three. Jisung feels like his body is melting from the inside, the pleasure turning to painful as Seungmin continues to finger him, nowhere close to stopping.

“I’m open,” Jisung whines, “I’m loose. Please just f-fuck me. Please.”

“I think I like this more,” Seungmin wraps a hand around Jisung’s soft cock, pinching it in his hands.

Jisung lets out a shrill cry, body arching off the bed. His hands are firmly at his sides, because he isn’t allowed to touch himself—or touch Seungmin.

“What are we at now? Three? Four?”

“T-Too many,” Jisung starts crying now, Seungmin’s touch painful, his fingers uncomfortable.

“Let’s make that five, hmm?”

“N-No!” Jisung cries, yet his body rocks into the movements of Seungmin’s hands, never letting up. He blinks the tears out of his eyes, focuses on the nakedness of his body, on the way Seungmin is still in his clothes from work. “P-Please, please—“

“Six.” Seungmin digs his nail into the slit of Jisung’s cock and stars burst behind his eyes.

Jisung rocks down onto Seungmin’s hand, chasing the feeling, the dry orgasm taking hold in his brain, filter fuzzy around the edges.

“Quiet,” Seungmin grins. Jisung can barely pay attention. His breathing comes harshly. His body feels like lead. “Just the way I like you.”

Seungmin keeps fingering him, pushing Jisung to another painful orgasm. <Number five. The movement of his hand burns. Jisung’s back arches off the bed when he cums, but it doesn’t even feel good. It’s like Seungmin’s put him through a wringer, twisting and squeezing out every bit of himself Jisung has to offer.

It’s not his orgasm anymore. It’s not his body anymore. It’s all Seungmin’s—his pleasure, his pain, his desire.

It’s all Seungmin.

Jisung settles back aginst the sheets mind untethered, floating above the bed. The sound of a zipper, the weight of Seungmin between his legs, the press of a warm, hard cock against his already tender hole.

Seungmin wipes the tears from Jisung’s eyes with his hands. Jisung leans into the touch.

He thrusts himself fully into Jisung, and he whines around the intrusion, dick twitching in Seungmin’s grip, nothing more than flecks dripping from his tip.

“Six,” Seungmin smiles, bending down to kiss Jisung on the lips. He pushes his tongue into Jisung’s mouth. He takes anything he wants. “See, baby?” he says, caressing Jisung’s cheek, “I knew you could do it.” He smiles at Jisung. “You make me so proud.”

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