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It wasn’t a sudden revelation, but somehow — Thomas wasn’t quite prepared for it.
“I want to have you.” Jinwoo kissed the corner of his mouth, still pinning his wrists to the crater-covered ground, eyes locked on his with a sobriety that never vanished because Jinwoo was always more careful than he appeared. “Like this, on your back.”
A ripple of want, hope, and anticipation curled in Thomas’ chest from the suggestive undercurrent beneath the long-waited admission. “…You don’t mean riding me, do you?”
“No.” Jinwoo shook his raven head, strands falling over his beautiful face majestically, like crow feathers. “Have you.”
Thomas shuddered, his heart rate tripping over itself.
“How’d you know?” He spread his legs subconsciously, and Jinwoo seemed happy to get between them. In reward, he released Thomas’ wrists and slipped his fingers into his palms. Thomas folded his fingers around the tips of Jinwoo’s with a big breath. “Usually, people assume I'm uninterested because I’m always the bigger guy.”
“Because I know you.” Jinwoo whispered, and a sharp pang cut through him, “I waited for you to ask, but you never did.”
Thomas tried to derail a little because that was almost too much for him to take. “What ended your iron patience?”
“Seeing you fall apart beneath me.” The strongest man in the world breathed, his gaze sparking. One corner of his lips quirked up the barest hint: “I want to see it again.”
Abrupt, searing anger burned a frightening path through his extremities because Jinwoo could've been referring to the spar he had just lost or defeating him brutally the first time.
“Greedy to turn me into a mess more than you already have, huh?” He grinned wolfishly to hide his hurt, “You a sadist? That it?”
“Not like that.” Reassuring him before Thomas could misunderstand further, Jinwoo withdrew his hands from his, only to return and trail a warm fingertip along Thomas’ jawline in one tingling stroke, smoothing to his racing pulse point so gently, with the softest gaze, his chest trembled.
Thomas tried to swallow around the lump in his throat and failed, “Jinwoo—“
Jinwoo stroked his cheekbone with his knuckles, and Thomas’ eyes opened wide, “…This is what you want because you’re not used to people taking care of you the way I will. It’s why you always start so gentle with me.”
Thomas’ red eyes narrowed into a guarded glare, “Get off.”
Jinwoo considered him but only for a second before he lifted himself respectfully, “Is that what you really want?”
Thomas’ mind spun, and his features darkened with his deep, rumbling voice like thunder. “What do you think? Since you know me so well.”
“You’re afraid to be totally vulnerable, but you’re safe with me. That’s all I know.”
It wasn’t just that — this wouldn’t be only a sexual encounter for him. It would mean giving one of his firsts to Jinwoo and allowing him to control his pace and take no mercies on his emotions. Jinwoo already influenced him to a dangerously extraordinary degree. He wanted to withdraw out of survival instinct. More than anything, to be closer to him. That was undeniable; he couldn’t be cured or resist that desire.
“I swear you’re the only man in the world who would claim I’m afraid of anything,” Thomas barked a harsh, quiet laugh.
“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be human, and I wouldn’t be unable to stay away from you.”
Thomas went perfectly still and blinked rapidly, and those sweet words that reached his core settled it like nothing else could. Thomas leaned up and caught his hand before he could back away, slowly guiding Jinwoo to return to the ground between his thick thighs.
“You gonna fuck me or what?”
Jinwoo pressed his hard, clothed cock against Thomas’ ass, grinding his hips slightly, a lustful but solemn, affectionate promise in his lyrical voice.
“No, I’m going to treat you like the king you are.”
Thomas groaned. His defenses crashed through like a thin glass wall. If this was what Jinwoo used to seduce his man to let him inside him, he knew what he was fucking doing.
“I’m ready.”
In a split second, black eclipsed Thomas’ vision, and dim light greeted him in his Seoul hotel room.
Jinwoo linked his fingers with Thomas’, guided him gently but firmly to the shower, and turned it on to warm the water. Thomas observed him like he’d never seen him before. Jinwoo peeled Thomas’ clothes from his massive figure more gracefully than most could with such a significant height difference.
His lover palmed every inch of tan skin revealed on his muscular chest and tattooed shoulders and kissed whenever he touched with unhurried, open-mouthed kisses. Blood rushed to Thomas’ cock, the semi-erection he’d been sporting since the moment Jinwoo offered to take him, thickening to full hardness. Stopping just short of Thomas’ workout pants, Jinwoo considerately placed his hand in the shower to test the water and pointedly raised a sleek black brow at him.
“I want to see you,” Jinwoo whispered, languishing a bead of sweat from his throat. Thomas bared his throat to give him more access, but Jinwoo stepped back out of his reach with a cluck of his tongue, “Be a good boy for me and get in the water.”
“I didn’t know you could talk like that.” Thomas chuckled huskily, “Are you doing that for me?”
“If you let me in, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind,” Jinwoo murmured impassively, but that promise he’d made earlier was clear as day in this one.
Thomas had coveted being more privy to Jinwoo’s private thoughts for so long that it was indescribable to know that Jinwoo wasn’t only asking him to give in to opening up, but he would open himself up with Thomas. The Goliath almost tripped clumsily, tearing off the rest of his clothing and heading under the spray. Jinwoo gave him the faintest Mona Lisa smile, but his ash-brown eyes darkened as he watched the water flow over Thomas’ nude body, taking him in like he was one of those damn Michelangelo sculptures.
He pleased Thomas by joining him, fully clothed, and drawing Thomas down into a heady, feverish kiss. Thomas tried to push Jinwoo against the wall — to slam his back against it, but Jinwoo grabbed his wrists and backed Thomas up with extraordinary strength. His gut flipped over, and adrenaline spiked in his veins when he pinned Thomas’ hands on each side of his face. Thomas peered at him, pupils dilating with attraction, and pressed his spine firmer to the wall in perfect obedience.
There wasn’t another soul on this Earth that could bring him here, but Jinwoo would always be able to manage it. Thomas let him because choosing otherwise had become unimaginable.
“Keep those there.”
Thomas’ chest heaved with quick breaths, getting more excited by the second, as Jinwoo elegantly sunk to his knees, his black T-shirt plastered to his gorgeous masculine back muscles. Thomas groaned when he took his thick girth into his calloused hand and gave his long length three slow pumps before bringing his cock head to his silky, brownish-pink lips and circling the crown with the tip of his tongue. White flashed across Thomas’ vision, and he dropped his head forward weakly.
“You’re a god on your knees.”
“You taste good.” Jinwoo informed him in a clinical tone, but when he lifted those eyes to Thomas’, his irises were darker than black hellfire. Jinwoo lapped at the underside of his length along a pulsing vein, lavishing him with skilled attention. Sparks of pleasure flared with every increasingly hungry glide of contact.
“Fuckkk—“
“Here’s what you’re going to do, Thomas.” Jinwoo breathed against his wet skin, setting it further aflame, aching for more, “You’re going to keep your back against that wall and will fuck my throat slow. Right before you’re about to orgasm, you’re going to stop.”
Desire blazed through Thomas in smoldering waves, and his cock twitched. “What are you gonna do?”
“Depending on if you’re a good or bad boy, I’m going to take you slow even if you ask me to go harder and edge you until you’re begging.”
Thomas groaned, “If I’m a good boy?”
“Be good, and you’ll find out.”
Jinwoo didn’t waste another second, opening his mouth as wide as he could. Thomas kept himself still but for his hips, and Jinwoo didn’t grab them to control the pace, trusting Thomas to do as he commanded. He slipped his cock over Jinwoo’s tongue into slick, velvety heat.
Thomas shivered, just giving him half of his length because if he pushed anymore, he’d choke him. Jinwoo’s throat constricted around him, and Thomas pulled back until Jinwoo nodded for him to go ahead. Jinwoo relaxed his jaw, and Thomas reveled in the mutual trust they had built. He never used to agree to this because few could take him this well with minimal discomfort. They’d built up to it, but to make it this far was still the best.
Thomas rocked his hips, loving how that pretty mouth looked stretched around him, how every time he withdrew, Jinwoo sucked on the head, pale cheeks hollowed, before he relaxed again and moaned whenever Thomas bumped his throat. Thomas wished he could stroke his face. Be tender with him and show him his appreciation, but the rules were laid out, and no touching was allowed.
“You’re tellin’ me to be a good boy, but you’re perfect.” Thomas praised, voice riddled with lust, strained with the effort not to pump his hips, half-delirious with pleasure.
Jinwoo moaned around him and reached up to stroke Thomas’ sack, and his cock twitched in his mouth. He slid in millimeters deeper. Jinwoo gagged slightly, but he didn’t pull out because if Jinwoo were uncomfortable and needed him to be slower or less deep, he would let him know one way or another. Even slam him against the wall if he didn’t like what he was doing if he felt like it.
“Christ.” Thomas groaned breathlessly, his cock hardening to a steel pole in that incredible heat.
Jinwoo’s eyes slipped shut to focus, lashes fanning his cheeks, and ecstasy poured into his length, coiling in his abdomen when Jinwoo increased the suction harder, hungrier, moaning around him as he alternated between playing with his groin and sack. Thomas’ mind spun in circles, a heat haze taking over, but he forced himself to hold back his baser instincts to increase the pace. The urge to fuck harder nearly killed him, but knowing Jinwoo was in control turned him on more.
Moving slowly wasn’t the agonizing part; it was the build-up of pleasure and knowing he couldn’t seek release.
Jinwoo was torturing him in the sweetest, cruelest way, and he was beginning to want the agony more than the climax.
“One of these days, I wanna fuck your throat until you lose your voice the next day.”
Jinwoo groaned deep around him, so loud over the spray with his enhanced senses it was deafening. Thomas shuddered violently, watching Jinwoo’s brows furrow, his handsome face taking on a blissful expression as it took him his effort not to ask for it. Intense reverberations traveled up his length.
Thomas nearly bucked his hips, his heart pounding, as the pleasure mounted and words he couldn’t take back spilled out because, during intimacy, he couldn’t keep his dirty mouth shut, but he’d never spoken these before.
“You want to fuck me like this? Slow?”
Jinwoo sucked him in deeper, pushing his head forward until the air rushed from Thomas’ lungs. Knowing he wanted him badly was enough to send him over the moon.
“I guess that’s a yes.” Thomas chuckled, imagining Jinwoo’s big cock filling him up at this pace, and his arousal heightened so much it was painful, “You want to fuck me until I’m goin’ crazy and demanding you take me harder.”
Jinwoo picked up the pace himself then, bobbing his head and sucking simultaneously. Thomas panted raggedly and stopped moving so he wouldn’t thrust, his control hanging by a thread. Sensitivity increased on every inch of thick flesh in Jinwoo’s hot mouth, and Thomas had just enough restraint left not to thread his fingers in his wet hair to guide him exactly how he wished.
“You wanna feel me from the inside and get as deep as possible until you’re the only fuckin’ thing on my mind.”
Jinwoo reached down to stroke himself, palming his erection. He liked that. Fuckkkk.
Thomas gasped, seeing black dots spot his vision at just the thought, pleasure filling him up like an overflowing well as he watched his cock disappear and reappear in Jinwoo’s lips, all his reservations falling off his loosening tongue. “Then you want to cum so deep inside me I’ll feel you for days. Yeah, you wanna make me yours.”
Those were dangerous words, but Jinwoo liked the idea so much he made the most tantalizing keening noise that nearly sent Thomas over the edge. Just as Jinwoo’s tongue thumped hard against the sweet spot on the underside of his cock close to the head, Thomas groaned so loud it echoed off the walls.
“Please—“ Thomas’ voice shook, so close to his climax, careening toward losing his senses abruptly. “I can’t last any—“
Jinwoo grabbed the base of his cock tightly to stave off Thomas’ climax and wrenched his mouth away.
“Bed,” Jinwoo rasped like a chain smoker, throat wrecked, “I need to have you.”
He couldn’t stand it anymore. Thomas took him by the shirt and hauled Jinwoo into a bruising kiss. Jinwoo let him, nails scraping harmlessly down his tattooed chest as he practically climbed him, the wet fabric clinging to his clothed cock, adding incredible friction to Thomas’. He increased the pressure, keeping Jinwoo right where he wanted him so he could feel Jinwoo’s erection in full, and his excitement boiled over.
“I’m sure now,” Thomas groaned, thrusting his hips against Jinwoo’s to get a feel of that sexy length, overwhelmed by anticipation. “I want that big dick in me.”
Jinwoo grabbed Thomas around the middle and moved at superhuman speed. Thomas was thrown on the bed, completely soaked, the mattress creaking, dazzled and confused, only to find Jinwoo peeling his wet clothes off, unable to downplay his desire. A cold air draft washed over Thomas’ damp skin, but he couldn’t have cared less. Jinwoo would be heating him up in a few moments.
“You pick the position, but I want to see your face.”
“Fuck, Beautiful.” Thomas grinned and devoured Jinwoo’s perfectly sculpted body with his eyes as Jinwoo reached into a drawer and retrieved the lube.
Thomas wished Jinwoo hadn’t told him to pick because now he had to show him how he wanted it, but there was no shame in this, and if he was honest — he felt freer than he had in a long time.
So Thomas got on his back, propped his head on a pillow, bent his knees, and spread his thick, long legs for him. “You ever done this before?”
Jinwoo paused, turned the bottle over in his hand, and murmured as if he was afraid Thomas would change his mind because of his lack of experience: “I’ve been with you enough to know how it works, and you’re the only one that matters.”
Thomas’ throat seized up, closing until he couldn’t breathe. He’d tell Jinwoo to be careful, playing with Thomas’ heart like this, but if this was what was on Jinwoo’s mind…
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’ just thinkin’ we should do this mind reader stuff more often.”
Jinwoo’s lips twitched, “It’s easier than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. With you, it is.” Jinwoo gathered himself on his hands and knees on the bed and settled between Thomas’ legs on his stomach, coating his fingers but not touching his entrance yet. “Okay?”
“Never been readier.”
He couldn’t believe he was doing this, just like fantasizing about Jinwoo. Jinwoo nodded, his pale features slightly flushed, as Thomas spread his legs wider, forcing himself to relax and not tense when Jinwoo circled the tight ring of muscle and slipped the first finger inside. It was an odd sensation being penetrated, burned a little, but he didn’t dislike it. It only increased his excitement and curiosity to epic proportions.
Jinwoo fucked him with his index finger, sliding in and out experimentally until Thomas pushed his hips until Jinwoo was down to the knuckle, and he took the hint to use a second finger. The burning was a little more intense, but he was used to the sensation now. He couldn’t get used to the way Jinwoo was calculating Thomas’ every expression. Then, his lover crooked his fingers, and Thomas’ neck chorded, his back arching slightly, and a jolt of ecstasy flooded his cock and a special place deep inside him.
He gritted his teeth, but his breath hitched. So that’s how it felt when he prepared Jinwoo and found it. How had he lived without knowing this sensation?
“Let me hear you,” Jinwoo whispered and stroked with more pressure against his prostate, and Thomas didn’t hold back his deep moan.
“Fuck that feels good.” He spread his legs wider, feeling exposed, but the trust overpowered any discomfort.
Jinwoo leaned up and sucked at the underside of Thomas’ erection as he slipped the third finger in and worked him open Thomas fully relaxed when he wasn’t clenching slightly and rocking his hips for more of that feeling and blinded by rapture from the combined sensation of mouth and fingers.
He was being slow and thorough, and Thomas was already imagining—
“You want to be stuffed with something bigger?” Jinwoo asked, his voice slightly hoarse, carrying the smallest shaky edge of need.
Thomas didn’t even have it in him to tease Jinwoo nor hesitate, “Rock my world.”
Jinwoo gathered to his knees, hooked his hands on the underside of Thomas’ calves, and practically bent him in half with pure strength like Thomas’ legs weighed nothing, and he jerked him toward him, stealing the breath from his lungs.
Thomas cursed half a prayer and laughed a little to ease his excited tension. Jinwoo rubbing the front of his thighs helped.
“You mean a lot to me, Thomas,” Jinwoo told him in no uncertain terms, and Thomas’ heart stopped right before the man pressed the head of his cock to his hole, and Thomas relaxed fully, so shell-shocked that it was easy to nod dumbly to permit Jinwoo to enter. The tight ring of muscle stretched around Jinwoo’s cock, and Thomas groaned at the feeling of fullness, the slight burning, and the impossible stretch as his length inched into him gradually. When his crown dragged along Thomas’ prostate on his way in, Thomas whispered his name.
Jinwoo stopped, only briefly, and smiled beautifully. Thomas almost came. The truth was — and he knew it — that he’d known he wanted to be treated with such consideration for a long, long time. Jinwoo was always considerate in bed, thoughtful, sexy, wonderful, but he liked it rough and passionate. He enjoyed being swallowed by the inferno, allowing Thomas to burn him up until they actually worked up a sweat. He’d fucked Jinwoo repeatedly for hours before in between breaks. Thomas? Thomas just wanted him — more than he should, more than he wanted to, and wouldn’t change that.
For several moments, Thomas watched his face as fiercely as Jinwoo drank in his contorting expressions, and their eyes remained bound until Jinwoo was fully seated and released a shuddering breath. “This is—“
“Everything.” Thomas groaned, not sure why they’d never done this before. When connected, this way felt perfect in every manner without reason or sense. Having this man feel him from inside was better than he ever imagined.
“Move?” Jinwoo gritted out with impressive restraint, sweat beading on his temple.
Thomas, fully adjusted, grinned, “Show me what you got.”
Eyes smoldering and narrowing faintly in a playful challenge, Jinwoo smirked, reared his hips, and glided in with one smooth, heady stroke. Pleasure burst behind his eyelids. The bastard had memorized where his prostate was because he got in the first try; how he envied that precision and appreciated it right now. Jinwoo rocked his hips back and forth, bumping his prostate on almost every intensifying stroke, and his eyes rolled back slightly, groaning in a near-constant stream of encouragement. For the first time during intimacy, Thomas couldn’t utter a fucking sentence.
Moaning all the while, like he couldn’t help himself, Jinwoo was consistent and rhythmic, peering at his face as he took him with glassy eyes and a parted mouth, and Thomas got off on the sight of his bliss even more than being fucked. But this didn’t quite feel like fucking. There is nothing impersonal about it. He was getting off on it but getting more emotional when the edges of Jinwoo’s features remained softly affectionate.
“You’re killing me.” Thomas thought he muttered, “Harder—“
“You were a good boy for me,” Jinwoo murmured, “So we’re taking this slow, so it’ll last as long as possible.”
“Harder,” Thomas growled, repeating the words. However, Jinwoo only increased pressure against his prostate, still agonizingly slow. Still, with each inward glide, he’d linger and rub himself harder against that special place, and Thomas gripped the sheets for purchase, searching for anything to hold onto. Fire licked at his veins, and heat overtook his mind, every inch of skin burning up, nerve endings going haywire inside and out.
“Tell me what you need, Thomas.” Jinwoo panted, “I want to be the only one you want to give it to you.”
Precum dribbled down his cock, and his heart pounded like a runaway train, crashing against his ribs. He sought what he needed and decided on the one thing he wanted: for Jinwoo to let go, just as Thomas could no longer hold onto himself.
“I want you to lose control.” Thomas gasped with another hit against that sensitive bundle of nerves, pleasure mounting, “No more holding back bullshit. I let you in, so make sure you leave a part of you with me.”
Jinwoo slipped in impossibly deep until his sack brushed his ass, and he pulled out just as quickly.
Concern gripped Thomas for only a moment.
“Hands and knees, Thomas.” From the ache in Jinwoo’s voice, he knew his lover had reached the end of his rope and would give him exactly what he needed.
When Thomas wasn’t fast enough, Jinwoo dropped his legs, gripped him by his waist, flipped him over, gripped his hips, and pulled him up with such strength a jet of precum spurted from his cock, ruining the covers, and his breathing turned ragged. That was almost too much. Jinwoo’s power surrounded him, and he gathered Thomas’ hair in a fist, like fucking reins, and another jet of cum leaked out. His pulse skyrocketed with anticipation.
“This alright?”
“Back—back in—now—“
Pulling him back by his hair to angle Thomas just right, Jinwoo reentered in a hard slam that had Thomas shouting a curse, thrust inside him mercilessly hard-fucking him like he was truly letting go, even more than when Thomas was inside him. The headboard slammed against the wall, leaving dents and eventual fractures. He loved that he could handle him this way. Few people in the world could survive getting fucked by Jinwoo when he was in this state, not holding back. The strength behind each thrust was unbelievable, the mental collision as powerful as the pounding he was being given as Jinwoo breathed his name in hot, feverish pants.
He never tired, as if he could go on for days, and the pleasure was so immense, Thomas couldn’t handle the onslaught of ecstasy anymore and came so hard he nearly blacked out. He clenched around Jinwoo, and his lover moaned helplessly but slowed.
“I love you— I fucking—love—“ Thomas told him, hearing it vaguely as if echoing down from a long tunnel as cum streamed from his cock in a fountain, one of those cliche moments he never thought he’d have in the heat of an orgasm, to confess like this — but he did.
Jinwoo went perfectly still, pulled out again, and lay behind Thomas, pulling his hair out of the way as actual vulnerability clutched and gripped him in an icy vice when he realized what he confessed and froze up.
“Don’t,” Jinwoo whispered, gathering him into his arms from behind, his lips on his lower spine, his still-hard erection brushing the back of Thomas’ ass but not entering. He leaned over Thomas, slipped his palm under his jaw, and coaxed him into turning his head so Jinwoo could kiss his mouth from corner to corner, glaring into his eyes. “Now that you finally told me, you’re staying until I say you can go.”
A slow grin worked its way onto Thomas’ mouth. “Show me what you mean by that.”
Because, for the two strongest men in the world, actions always spoke louder than words. Jinwoo kissed between his tattooed shoulder blades and his lower spine and wrapped his arm around his middle, blunt nails digging into his abdomen, and he slipped back inside him gently. This time, Thomas didn’t tell him to hurry as Jinwoo whispered something into his skin, flesh, sinew, and bone that had his mind going blank.
He stopped thinking entirely and just felt. Anger was always easy to succumb to, but this was far easier.
He fell into the depths of it, like he was drowning, and didn’t try to breathe.
Thomas came before Jinwoo again, the second time, and Jinwoo plunged inside him five more times before he pushed himself as deep as he could in that position, and warmth filled Thomas’ inner walls.
Jinwoo wracked with violent shudders and didn’t pull out for the longest time as they caught their breath. Thomas was the one who withdrew, sitting up. When he did, he looked over at Jinwoo, and instead of Thomas being the vulnerable one — Jinwoo’s face was completely open with it, like the mask had completely fallen away, and in its place was the guy he’d been with this entire time.
Hidden behind that secretive nature of his, his impassiveness, his reserved outward exterior.
Thomas grinned, satisfied, and lay on his side, facing him. He smoothed his thumb pad over Jinwoo’s cheekbone, and for a while, they watched, waited, and lived and breathed that moment like a new life. But that was how it always was, wasn’t it?
Jinwoo brought him to the brink of death only for Thomas to heal and come back for more, but for the first time, he was absolutely sure he wasn’t the only one.
“You said you wanted to have me, but you had me ages ago.”
Jinwoo smiled, really smiled, and Thomas didn't need help reading his mind this time.
They found joy in having each other.