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Junhui prided himself on his posture. Able to keep completely still for hours if he needed to. That willingness and ability to stay still bled over into his sexual life. Junhui liked to feel useful and in no place did he feel more useful than when Wonwoo used him as furniture.
Depending on what Wonwoo needed at that given moment is what he would 'transform' into. Wonwoo needed a place to hang his coat? Junhui became a hat stand. Wonwoo needed something to carry his shopping bags? Junhui's fingers made the perfect hooks. But his most used position was as a table.
Wonwoo could rest anything he wanted on Junhui and be sure it wouldn't fall. Any weight, shape or size, Junhui would keep it exactly where it was place. Today was Wonwoo's laptop, he had several emails to send and he also wanted to play some games. So Junhui stayed in the position. On his knees and elbows at the perfect height for Wonwoo to slide his legs under the space left from his planking position, like an actual table.
Knowing he'd be there for a long time, Junhui let himself slip, into that comfortable headspace where all he thought about was Wonwoo and pleasing him. It got fuzzy in there, the time flew by easily and it helped him relax.
Wonwoo was always careful about how long he kept Junhui in a certain position, not wanting to cause a strain on the poor boys joints. So at most he let him be his furniture for 2 hours. Once he got the 2 hour mark the alarm he set on his phone went off and he carefully took the laptop off of Junhui's back.
"Junhui, babe come back now, you did so well!"
And as he came back Wonwoo rubbed the feeling into his limbs.
"You ok to keep going?"
Quickly nodding Junhui got into the next position. On his back with his legs bent at the knee and held to his chest. He never really spoke in these situations. Only to call out his safeword if it was needed (it never was). He had already prepped himself earlier, knowing that this would be coming and it was always his favourite part. This way he knew he was definitely helping Wonwoo.
"Alright fleshlight, I hope you know I'm not going to go easy on you?"
Junhui didn't want it any other way. He loved it when Wonwoo would pound into him with no regard for his pleasure, after all he was just a fleshlight and had no reason to need pleasure kind the first place.
Wonwoo didn't wait for a response before he pushed into him. Hissing at the heat, he began to slowly saw in and out out of Junhui, his only care at that moment was to fill him up. Grabbing his thighs, Wonwoo used the leverage to fuck into Junhui's prostate. It was torture for the boy, because he knew if he came it would mean he was failing as an inanimate object and would get punished, but that's usually what Wonwoo wanted.
With every thrust, it took almost his entire body not to cum. He was there for Wonwoo's pleasure and he couldn't mess it up. Unconciously tightening up Junhui was makinging it harder for Wonwoo to not cum. He wanted it to last longer than he was but he wasn't sure he could. The combination of the tightness, heat and the submissiveness of the boy in front of him never failed to get him close. This entire time Junhui had not moved. Face slack and body staying in that same position.
The fact that he let Wonwoo do this to him is what pushed him over the edge, less than ten minutes from when he started fucking him. Pushing as far into Junhui as he could, he came. Filling up the boy completely. The feeling of cum filling him up sent Junhui over the edge as well, much to his chagrin.
Pulling out, Wonwoo knew he had to go on damage control. Lest the boy go into a bad subdrop.
"Good job baby you did so well, took me so well. You made me feel so good. The perfect fleshlight."
Comforted, Junhui didn't answer back, didn't move or even look like he heard a word said to him. But he was just a fleshlight after all.