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“I want it,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “I want to taste you.”
Yoo Joonghyuk had the habit of saying this often. During Kim Dokja’s heats, drunk off of his scent, Yoo Joonghyuk would say all sorts of things. That he wanted to breed Kim Dokja full of his pups—wanted to rock him on his knot until Kim Dokja was squirting all over him, until Kim Dokja openly drooled against his shoulder. He’d say that he wanted to fuck into Kim Dokja’s womb and that he wanted Kim Dokja on top of him, cockwarming him at all times of the day. That he wanted to taste Kim Dokja’s slick, opening up his pussy with slow licks against his cunt, lapping up all the juices that he released.
But such things were usually said under the influence. Kim Dokja had never thought such words were serious, not when Yoo Joonghyuk rutted into him like a dog that needed to be neutered during his most intense ruts. Those words were never supposed to be something actually acted upon. Or at least, that was how Kim Dokja saw it.
Those words were simply… dirty talk. Nothing else. And Kim Dokja hadn’t expected anything else from them—even if his cunt clenched at such fantasies.
But Yoo Joonghyuk hadn’t been blowing hot air, it seemed. He actually wanted to… do this?
“Ugh…” Kim Dokja palmed at his face. “You won’t like it, Joonghyuk-ah. It’s dirty down there. It won’t taste good. It’s not the same as my scent. You won’t like it, Joonghyuk-ah. Let’s just do it the usual way.” Kim Dokja gestured wildly, an attempt to dissuade him. From the look on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, it didn’t work.
He pursed his lips. “You had no complaints when you offered to suck my dick.”
“That was…” Kim Dokja swallowed. “That was different, alright? This is…”
To be frank, Kim Dokja had been embarrassed of such an act. He would’ve been embarrassed during their first time, too, were he not under the influence of his pre-heat. Having Yoo Joonghyuk’s face so close to his pussy…
There were a myriad of possible things that could go wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk could begin disliking him—would dislike how he tasted or how he looked down there—never mind the fact that Yoo Joonghyuk had, countless times, stared at his cunt while fingering him open, slowly and steadily, as if he had become entranced by Kim Dokja’s pussy. Yoo Joonghyuk might want to sever their mating bite if Kim Dokja didn’t perform well. Yoo Joonghyuk might—
Yoo Joonghyuk interrupted his thoughts, nuzzling his nose right into his nape, where his mating mark sat. His breath fanned across it, his nose inhaling his scent.
Kim Dokja flinched.
“Kim Dokja,” he rumbled into his skin. He mouthed against Kim Dokja’s scent gland, arms holding Kim Dokja steady as he slowly fell back. Kim Dokja’s head lolled to the side.
Kim Dokja felt himself melt.
But… He couldn’t fall to Yoo Joonghyuk’s wiles again. Yoo Joonghyuk would sorely regret this, wouldn’t he?
Kim Dokja tried to extricate himself, prying against the arms that bound him. As usual, he was too weak to do anything, stuck in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hold indefinitely. He cursed, some garble that even he wasn’t sure the meaning of as he tried to push himself out.
Yoo Joonghyuk managed to put a stop to his antics with a well-timed scrape of his teeth to his nape. Like a puppet whose strings were cut, Kim Dokja grew limp.
“Let me taste you,” Yoo Joonghyuk said. “Just… one time. Then I won’t ask for more.”
Kim Dokja inhaled, taking a deep breath. A lungful of Yoo Joonghyuk’s scent entered his lungs, calming him down.
“Okay…” he found himself eking out, before his mind could stop his damn mouth.
He nearly jumped through the roof as Yoo Joonghyuk purred, the rumble vibrating against his scent gland. A slow warmth swirled in his belly.
The one thing Kim Dokja had been sure of was the fact that they’d be in for a long night.
Yoo Joonghyuk had been more of a beast today than during his ruts.
Instead of easing Kim Dokja’s cunt open with his fingers like usual, he’d opted to start with his tongue. Like a dog granted permission to chew on a bone, he’d gone wild as soon as Kim Dokja’s pants were off, hands engulfing Kim Dokja’s thighs as his tongue began its dirty work.
“Ah, haah—!” Kim Dokja cries. His fingers dig into Yoo Joonghyuk’s scalp, grasping onto the roots of his hair and tugging forth. It was an attempt to find purchase, to ease his mind off of the growing tightness in his belly, a sensation harsh enough to drive him mad—but it did little, no.
With Yoo Joonghyuk’s skill, it was hard to believe that it was his first time doing this.
His tongue licks, parting open Kim Dokja’s folds. The obscene noises of his tongue lapping circles around his entrance, dipping low, before slipping in, just enough for Kim Dokja to start begging for more—would be enough to drive Kim Dokja insane. It’s only a miracle that his sanity hangs on by a thread with the heavy weight of Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands pinning his thighs down to the bed, preventing any and all forms of escape.
“Ugh, Joonghyuk-ah—! There, uh, fuck, there—!”
Kim Dokja’s legs nearly kick forward, but with his thighs pinned down, they only tremble a little, fluttering like a leaf in the wind. Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue enters him, enough for him to seize up, his breathing stopping right in his throat.
“Ugh—!” he keens, and he finally comes, squirting all over Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. It’s a wet mess, but he can’t even survey how much of a mess he’s made, his toes curling, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. His entire body erupts with an uncontrollable shiver, his fingers digging impossibly so into Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, pulling with enough strength to possibly render him bald.
Yoo Joonghyuk pulls back as Kim Dokja rides out the rest of the first wave, the taut sensation in his stomach finally releasing.
“You’re pretty,” Yoo Joonghyuk mumbles. He sounds like he’s drunk, his words half-slurred, spoken through with more tongue than teeth and lips. It’s almost like he’s… drunk off of Kim Dokja’s pussy. “Like this… You’re pretty, Kim Dokja. Your taste…”
Kim Dokja’s face flushes. “Don’t, ah bastard—! Don’t say something so cheesy…”
Kim Dokja’s legs shake with the last remnants of his climax, his fingers interlacing with Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, enough to finally pry his head off of his cunt.
Kim Dokja’s eyes flick down, blinking the tears out of his vision. He takes sharp breaths to steady himself, before he finally takes in the sight of Yoo Joonghyuk’s soaked face… and… his soaked pants…? There’s a noticeable wet spot where Yoo Joonghyuk’s once strained cock sat in his dark pants. If Kim Dokja’s eyes aren’t wrong… the swell has somewhat reduced in size.
“Did you… did you come from eating me out?”
Kim Dokja swears that Yoo Joonghyuk’s face turns a twinge more crimson as his words come out. One thing he’s certain of is Yoo Joonghyuk’s averted eyes—incapable of meeting Kim Dokja’s scrutinizing gaze. It’s enough of an admission as one could be from this bastard.
Despite himself, and the aftershocks coursing through his body, Kim Dokja releases a small laugh. In this cramped room, it’s louder than it should be. Yoo Joonghyuk obviously hears it, his head flicking to face Kim Dokja as soon as the sound trickles out.
“You—” Yoo Joonghyuk starts, indignant.
“It’s okay, Joonghyuk-ah. Everyone—okay… maybe not everyone—comes when eating their partner out. You’re just… a little special. A little different. Don’t give me that look, Joonghyuk-ah. It’s okay to be different.”
“Kim Dokja.” Yoo Joonghyuk sounds furious, and Kim Dokja begins regretting teasing Yoo Joonghyuk in the first place.