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Beomgyu had never expected to end up in a situation like this.
No, not with the clear mouth opening gag stretching his lips to their limit and making them feel so horribly dry it was physically painful to fight the urge to lick them. Not as if it was possible, but still.
Beomgyu had been in this exact situation many times before, actually. Maybe too many, to the extent when it didn’t bother him anymore, the fact that Soobin was breathing erratically while running the head of his dick across the surface of Beomgyu’s teeth. Beomgyu knew exactly how it usually went and how it would definitely go again - Soobin will be leaking like a fucking broken faucet, the salty taste of precum seeping through the boy’s clenched teeth somehow, dripping down his dry throat. It would definitely make him want to scream at Soobin, to make him do whatever - fuck his mouth, spit in it million times, damn, even take a piss in it - just to make it stop feeling like a fucking Sahara in the midst of July. It was the part of their sex Beomgyu tolerated rather than enjoyed, not because of the money, but because the rest of it was just that good. Worth ten extremely uncomfortably minutes and two whole cups of icy water he would take afterwards.
He has been through much spicier situations too. They were flying first class and Soobin didn’t only make Beomgyu give him a handjob right in the middle of the flight but also insisted on coming into his mouth. And Beomgyu let him, because of course he did. And of course, Soobin was in a mood to be a tiny bit mean and make it very clear that Beomgyu could not swallow it till the man would tell him otherwise. Beomgyu obliged and regretted it almost immediately when a beautiful stewardess approached their seat asking what they would like for a drink. He faintly hoped for Soobin to make their order but maybe he had too much hope for the man’s consciousness. His beloved daddy just matched a stewardess’ expression, looking at Beomgyu with a polite smile and repeating her question with the sweetest tone imaginable: ‘Yeah Beomgyu, what would you like?’
Oh, how the boy was ready to kill him on the spot. He just looked at the woman with eyes full of despair, suddenly super anxious about the thought of cum leaking from the side of his lips. He covered his mouth with his hand in a hurry, hiding his eyes. It was torture. He heard Soobin saying something about his motion sickness and how he would love some simple S. Pellegrino and heard the stewardess walking away after pouring a glass of water for him. Suddenly, Soobin’s lips were everywhere and he was whispering ‘you may swallow now’ in such a loud manner Beomgyu could swear that people all the way in New Zealand could hear them. He’d rather have his ass fucked in the plane toilet and endure the judgmental eyes of people afterwards like many times before. But he had no choice but to make a loud gulp and finally learn how to breathe properly again. He was ready to kill Soobin on the spot but he loved the man too much.
And he hated to admit it, but he loved how with Soobin you can never know what might come next.
That’s exactly why he took Beomgyu by surprise saying:
‘I want you to fuck me, baby.’
Beomgyu almost choked on air. The painful stretch of the gag was immediately forgotten as he felt his own cock twitching in sudden interest. Did he hear that right?
‘Would you take your daddy’s virginity, baby?’
He fucking did.
He didn’t fuck him that night though, not because he wasn’t ready for it or anything, nah, quite on the contrary - he was right in the mood to ruin that annoying ass and maybe make Soobin regret one or two of his stupid decisions for the past year. Maybe even make him cry a little bit - just like he made Beomgyu cry leaving him with a vibrator up his ass to answer some «serious business call» that lasted good twenty minutes. Beomgyu was still salty about that and maybe forever will be. He was the type to hold grudges as long as he remembered himself.
No, he couldn’t fuck Soobin that night because apparently, to satisfy his daddy there should be quite a few criteria met. And to be honest, all of it sounded extremely unnecessary to him but Soobin was always doing sickeningly great at talking Boemgyu into stuff. Tongue good at more than one thing, as Beomgyu liked to joke. No bite to it, just a statement of fact.
That’s why Beomgyu was there for him, fighting the ick of standing on the eyes-bleedingly white carpet with his shoes on. A pair of high heeled boots in black, Prada, one of Soobin’s many generous presents and the one Beomgyu remembered receiving the least. He had one too many sambuca shots that night and even threw up in the toilet of some unreasonably expensive nightclub in London. Soobin fucked him in that toilet later that night and god it was disgusting even to think of. Almost as bad as not taking your shoes off when you walk into a fancy hotel suite, but whatever.
Not the main thing to worry about when right in front of Beomgyu he was. Not towering over him as per usual, but on his knees, legs widely spread, broad chest moving up and down with big breaths. Soobin always looked good and he knew how to look good but that night was dressing him in colours Beomgyu had never seen before. The big hands that were usually so quick to undress him were now kept obediently behind the man’s back - it was his initiative, actually, but Beomgyu was quick to realize what a blessing that request was - the muscles of Soobin’s chest were all on display, his pretty collarbones protruding, his nipples hard and perky even through the shirt and undershirt beneath it. Insanity. Beomgyu was ready to bet the man was already leaking for him. Speaking of…
The bulge in Soobin’s pants was hard to ignore, no matter how bad Beomgyu tried to. It was huge because, well, Soobin was huge and it was both a mouth-watering sight and the thing Beomgyu was slightly afraid of at that moment. He needed to do something he had never done before.
The very tip of his boot met Soobin’s thigh and he heard the man taking in a deep breath. It was really starting.
Heart beating fast, Beomgyu landed his foot on the meat of Soobin’s thigh entirely and added a bit of pressure. He still wasn’t sure if he was doing things right, still was cautious. But the frequent movement of Soobin’s eyelashes that were long enough to throw pretty shadows all over his pale cheeks was the clear sign of his doubtless agreement to whatever Beomgyu was about to do. And he was about to plant his feet deeper into the man’s leg, feeling the stiff fabric of grey trousers moving around the sole of his boot scarcely. Still too many thoughts in Beomgyu’s head. How many thoughts are too many? He didn’t know but always preferred to have absolutely none.
Soobin felt it too and he didn’t like it. His daddy was many things: he was as generous as he was rich, book smart and endlessly annoying because of it, impulsive about both fun and money. But above all of that he was one thing - a brat. The type that was harder to recognize but Beomgyu wasn’t of a stupid kind either.
‘Little baby has no idea what he’s doing?’ Soobin’s cheeks were an unbelievable shade of pink. Worth making a blush of the exact same colour, really. But there was no sign of it in his voice. Pure tease. Adamant confidence. No submission despite being literally knees to the floor.
Oh, Beomgyu hated that.
‘Shut the fuck up.’
‘It’s not even funny to answer ‘make me’?’
Beomgyu will make it funny then.
One light swing of a leg and the sole of his boot was resting on the man’s shoulder. It was actually a much sexier pose. Even if it wasn’t, to Beomgyu it still felt that way.
Soobin tilted his head to take a better look at it. By the expression of his eyes alone Beomgyu understood - he did something incredibly right. He wanted to get praised for it but it wasn’t the time. Later.
Suddenly he felt that he was standing much more steadily on the ground, despite one of his legs being up now. It almost felt as if he was in control. Soobin was staring at him now and he finally knew exactly what to do.
Another small movement and Soobin was kissing the black leather of his Prada boots. It didn’t feel like anything at all and even though Beomgyu was never into that he would much rather do the same thing with his feet bare - to feel the familiar warmth of the man’s mouth, and maybe even let him suck on his toes just to feel that little lazy arousal building up in the lowest part of his stomach. Soobin had a ridiculously good looking mouth. The natural shade of coral that unfortunately looked nothing like the colour of his nipples or the tip of his cock despite popular belief. But his mouth was blessed not only with pettiness, but with the ability to lick, suck, bite and milk the shit out of Beomgyu with ease. Such a talent going to waste with a wet tongue exploring the dirty soles. Another change of the pose and Soobin was left dumbfounded with his tongue still sticking out in the air with nothing to work on. Beomgyu had something to work on instead.
‘Unbuckle yourself.’
His daddy was fast to oblige. He must have been wanting it bad.
‘Should I…?’
‘Everything out of the way, yeah.’ Beomgyu was trying his best to keep his face while looking at the tall handsome man undoing his pants quickly, practically jumping out of his briefs and sitting back on the floor rug in no time. Hand behind his back again, with no order. Damn, he wanted it insanely. ‘Daddy being so good all of a sudden?’
‘Anything for my baby.’ Soobin’s tone was serious, too serious not to make Beomgyu’s heart skip a beat.
It was hard not to fall for it. ‘Will you take whatever I give to you?’
‘Every single drop of it, yes.’
He wanted Beomgyu back on his cock although not in the way Beomgyu would’ve preferred it himself. He obliged anyway.
The man’s cock had been fully hard for a while, there was no surprise to that. Beomgyu looked really looked at it for the first time that night and was greeted with a picture he all knew too well. Soobin was a vision while covered with fabrics of his favourite shades of rich blues and greens. He was a dream that came alive when Beomgyu saw him first thing in the morning covered in white sheets under the gentle sun rays. But the real prize, the real proof of God’s existence was always the same - it was right there in Soobin’s throbbing, leaking cock. It stood tall and thick, framed with curly black hair, the shade of red so angry it was hard to pinpoint where it ended and the brown of the cocktip started. It was glorious and sacred. Beomgyu was about to commit a big dirty sin.
Beomgyu brought his left foot up slowly, agonizingly so. He levelled his foot to the tip of the cock, Soobin’s wetness making itself apparent shining on the black.
‘Look at yourself, daddy, making my shoes dirty.’ Soobin’s eyes shoot to his in no time, finally begging and Beomgyu plays along. ‘Pathetic.’
‘I’m sorry baby.’
‘Sorry?’ Beomgyu moves his foot again, touching Soobin’s balls with it, feeling more confident with every passing second. ‘I don’t think so. You don’t seem to be sorry in the slightest. But you soon will be.’
He added pressure to his foot watching Soobin closing his eyes. Good, because it took a bit of manoeuvring to actually press Soobin’s cock down to the floor and it was much easier to accomplish without Soobin’s attentive eyes on him. And when he did there was nothing left but to bury the dick under the sole of his foot completely. No real pressure was added just yet but it sure couldn’t be pleasurable. Soobin’s mouth was a tight line and Beomgyu was sweating under his white shirt trying to be mindful of that sharp heel right above the tip of the man’s cock.
‘I am really sorry, baby.’ Soobin’s voice was finally what Beomgyu expected it to be. Strung like a string.
‘I’m almost ready to forgive.’ Beomgyu gives the man’s cheek a little stroke before adding, ‘But not quite yet.’
He removed his boot from the member just to alter his position - the tip of his boot right on the head of the cock, adding and then removing pressure, finally getting a very first scream out of Soobin’s mouth. It was both slightly scary to hear and brought an impossible tightness to Beomgyu’s own pants. He could feel the blood pulsating in his temples.
Soobin’s cheeks weren’t pink anymore, bright red all over ‘Daddy g-gonna be good from now on,’ there was a clear hiccup in his voice, damn Beomgyu knew that it couldn’t feel nice to be stepped on like that. ‘I promise.’
‘Excellent.’ Beomgyu removed the boot from the cock entirely and felt his chest getting lighter. ‘Show me just how good you can be.’
It wasn’t the first time for Beomgyu to be on top of him. He was there a million times before, actually. From the first time he rode the man in that hotel, to that last time he let Soobin finger him on the back seat of the long drive to watch that M. Butterfly play Soobin couldn’t shut up about. Yet, he was never on top of him like that.
When his first finger entered he was quick to realize that his invasion was long anticipated. The tightness Beomgyu expected wasn’t there and he even hated himself a little for being so surprised. Of course, his daddy was clever and prepared and in control. However, the thought of the powerful man spread on his bed, playing with his hole to get ready for his partner’s dick was incredibly hot. Beomgyu couldn’t help but wonder if Soobin was fingering himself or playing with an actual dildo. It was too good of a thought to not voice it.
‘Tell me how you prepared yourself for me.’
Soobin’s was biting on his index finger. He wasn’t in pain or anything, a toothy grin on the full display was present. The motherfucker was enjoying himself, letting Beomgyu play with his hole on his own terms.
‘Remember that little black dildo?’
They didn’t have a little one, not really. But Beomgyu remembered.
His legs were tired from being in a split position for too damn long but it wasn’t his biggest concern. Soobin was there licking his neck with so much hunger as if he wanted nothing but bloody bones left after him. Sometimes Beomgyu thought that must be exactly what the man really wanted.
His left hand was everywhere, exploring the flat of Beomgyu’s chest, pinching on his nipples, then circling around his belly button and even brushing on his balls. But what was an even bigger menace was the man’s right hand, holding on to the new black toy working it in and out of Beomgyu’s body, making the lube ooze out of him creating a huge mess all over the sheets. He was twisting and turning the dildo in a way that made Beomgyu squirm in slight discomfort. The stimulation was there but he wasn’t as full as he wanted to be. He got something to compare it with, after all.
‘I ah, I want the real o-one.’
‘You don’t deserve it yet.’
An impatient punch of a little fist right on the Soobin’s left shoulder. ‘Need it now.’
His daddy was many things but he wasn’t a sadist. After planting a little kiss on Beomgyu’s forehead he added, slightly bemused. ‘You want it pretty bad, huh?’
‘Of course, I do.’ It was easy to pout and roll his eye in drama under that man. He always made Beomgyu want to. ‘This thing is not big enough.’
‘You really worked yourself on a dildo while thinking of me?’
‘You bet.’ There still was a smug expression on Soobin’s face. Beomgyu leaned to kiss it away. And to give Soobin’s soft cheek a little slap afterwards. The man opened his mouth ready to take his fingers if needed. There was no need to.
‘Didn’t know that daddy was a hungry cockslut all along.’ Beomgyu was already rolling on the condom. ‘But the more you know, I guess.’
After generously putting a pillow under Soobin’s lower back Beomgyu finally got a chance to look at probably the most intimate part of his lover. It was kinda funny how despite countless nights spent together he never got to see Soobin from that angle. Spread in front of him, vulnerable but not weak.
Beomgyu fought the urge to lean in and press their chests together, to feel Soobin’s heartbeat and read his thoughts but he decided against it. He wanted to watch his expression as Beomgyu was about to enter him for the first time. Proximity makes it all blur a little bit. He wanted clear.
Soobin was smiling when he pressed inside slowly - Beomgyus eyes on his face, Soobin’s eyes trained on that place between their bodies he surely couldn’t see from that angle. Beomgyu went slow, giving his daddy time to adjust. He wanted to pull out and bring his cock back in just to stretch the man a little bit, but Soobin’s legs were firm behind his back, ankles crossed, pressing into Beomgyu’s back saying ‘don’t you dare to ever pull out’. Beomgyu was always good at reading Soobin without any words present.
He was working his hole slowly at first, concentrating on how deep inside of him he was going and just how tight and hot Soobin’s insides were. It was the very first time for Beomgyu to really top someone, he had never done that before, didn’t even try to. No interest strong enough to try something other than a fleshlight. It felt better inside of the real, warm, beautiful body. Yet Beomgyu still could imagine one or two things he would exchange for that feeling.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he almost missed the moment Soobin started moaning under him. Even if Beomgyu’s mind was hesitating, his body wasn’t. He didn’t notice how he picked up the pace, one hand resting on Soobin’s slim waist, the other holding the man’s hand, their fingers intertwined. Beomgyu was hammering into Soobin’s body led by the pure instincts it seemed like - his thrusts were much faster and went much harder than Beomgyu planned them to. Soobin was full-on whining, the sound Beomgyu couldn’t believe he was hearing. The man’s voice was the best type of squeaky now, the tone that usually indicated that his daddy was having a laugh of his life. Not much to laugh about while Beomgyu’s cock was pounding deep into him, the balls slapping on his ass every damn time with a rather disgusting sound. Soobin’s voice was echoing through the huge hotel suite and Beomgyu couldn’t help but wonder if anyone could hear them.
‘I bet everyone can hear daddy being a whiny bitch right now,’ Soobin gave him a little slap on the arm. A bit painful, hence the hand size, but non-effective still.
He saw Soobin’s hand changing its trajectory and aiming for his big cock left untouched for too long. It was truly a wonder that although it was hard throughout the whole process Soobin didn’t try to touch it even once. He should’ve been too immersed in their little game. Beomgyu was in no mood to ruin the man’s long-awaited pleasure, so he didn’t pul l ‘I never allowed you to touch yourself’ card tonight. He wasn’t even half as mean as Soobin typically was.
Soobin was jerking himself in a fast tempo, not his usual style, but the whole night was unusual. It took him less than thirty seconds to let out another scream. Beomgyu never heard Soobin screaming twice in one night. He was leaking so much his own stomach turned into a mess, made only worse with every move of the man’s wrist.
‘Look at yourself, Beomgyu.’ his once white socks were all soaked in yellow now, and he tried his best to cover it, ashamed. And it was an idiotic idea, of course. Nothing could escape Soobin’s gaze when he was really watching. ‘Made a mess out of yourself. What the cleaning lady will say? Did you even think of her?’
There was a spark of thought to tease Soobin simply because he could, but the truth was - Beomgyu didn’t want to. What he truly wanted was
‘I’ll help.’ He covered Soobin’s long fingers with his much smaller ones, trying his best not to fuck up the pace Soobin already found for himself. The cock was so wet - precum, lube and sweat all mixed together -it must have been feeling like heaven. Beomgyu was straight-up jealous, looking at his man’s eyes rolling up his skull, his head thrown back at the angle that almost made Beomgyu concerned for his health. He saw Soobin’s back arching, his chest incredibly flat and close to Beomgyu’s eyes. He felt the sperm leaking through Soobin’s fingers onto his own.
He could feel Soobin getting even tighter around him as he was going through the waves of orgasm. It was on another level of intimacy. It was like nothing Beomgyu had ever experienced before. It did feel incredible.
Yet there he was, still balls deep in his man, cock fully hard and nowhere near his own relief. It was easy to tease Soobn about it, about how he was so fast to come from his virgin ass and how Beomgyu was an epic lover after all. Which was entirely untrue, so Beomgyu didn’t say a word. He felt a sudden emptiness that he was unable to explain. There was a dangerous ticklish sensation around the corners of his eyes. He didn’t like where it was going. Soobin was still trying to come down from his high under him and Beomgyu was about to cry with his pathetic dick up the man’s ass like a complete loser.
He tried to compose himself the best he could. Closing the eyes, taking deep breaths, controlling the tears. Feeling his dick going soft inside of Soobin. Shit.
He heard the soft rustling of sheets. When he opened his eyes Soobin was propped up on his elbows looking at his face with a soft smile. He was gorgeous. Beomgyu felt the wetness on his cheeks but it was too late and too impossible to control.
The last thing he saw before closing his eyes again was the way Soobin’s face dropped. He felt his strong warm arms wrapped around him faster than he felt his own soft cock slipping out of the wet hole. It was way better now, just like that, back to the good old roles.
‘Speak to me, baby.’
Beomgyu shook his head. Whatever got into him passed just as unexpectedly as started. ‘It’s all better now, just felt too overwhelmed.’ He let his nose find its perfect spot in the crook of Soobin’s neck. He smelled so good and so familiar. Very safe.
‘How was it? You can be honest.’
And he was, speaking faster than thinking.
‘Didn’t like it much.’
‘Oh.’
They were silent for a while. Soobin let their bodies drop on the wrinkled sheets together, Beomgyu’s head resting on the top of his chest. Soobin was playing with his long hair, fingers gently brushing on his ear from time to time. ‘Is there anything you want now, baby?’
Beomgyu looked up to the man’s face mastering his best pout. He actually did. He knew exactly what he wanted but he liked to pretend to be consumed by the deepest thoughts. It was always fun to make Soobin wait for a bit. Soobin always treasured his time above anything else. Felt good making him waste it on Beomgyu for no reason whatsoever.
‘I do.’ Beomgyu dropped his head back on the man’s chest, drawing circles on his warm pale skin. ‘I want to feel good just like daddy did before. ’
‘This we can do.’ Soobin said softly.
‘And I want to…stop thinking.’
‘Oh.’
There were too many ‘oh’s that night but it was a special one, after all.
They both knew what that meant, when Beomgyu was like that.
‘Shower.’
‘Yeah.’
He was seated on the cold emerald green tiles of the huge walk-in shower and it was actually nice. Yeah, his ass was uncomfortable as hell but gosh was it glorious to concentrate all your feelings and thoughts on just one simple sensation.
Soobin was standing right in front of him. From that point of view, he seemed even larger than usual - his face was hidden by the unfortunate play of light and shadow, his horse thighs impossibly close to Beomgyu’s head, his veiny feet standing firm on the cold floor.
‘Do you know what I typically do after sex baby?’
It was all going along the lines of their typical scenario and finally, finally it was the one Beomgyu liked.
‘Taking a piss, daddy.’
‘Right.’ Soobin nodded and made a step closer. He moved his head from side to side. ‘Ah, can’t remember where the urinal was. Damn hotel room is too big for its own good.’
‘It's right here, daddy.’
Beomgyu scooted closer on his ass, opening his mouth. Wide. You gotta show those teeth.
Soobin took himself in his arm, aiming for those pearly whites. ‘Beautiful.’
Here it was, the first streak of yellow. Beomgyu knew it wouldn’t land on his face - the first one never did. And he was right, of course, welcoming the wetness with his chest, feeling just how hot it was.
Soobin was always good at delivering exactly what Beomgyu needed and soon enough his face was flooded with a hot stream of piss, hitting under his eye, burning his cheekbone, and running all the way to his mouth. He closed his eyes naturally, hearing Soobin taking another step towards him, aiming himself better that time, hitting Beomgyu’s teeth with a salty nastiness. Beomgyu didn’t swallow. He did sometimes, but it wasn’t the point for either of them. He just wanted to feel used like that, to turn off his brain, feel completely under someone else's control. Preferably - Soobin’s. And the best part, the best part always was…
He opened his mouth even wider, trying to keep his throat tight and not letting much of the piss leak down into it. He wanted to feel it all poured into him, wanted to sit there like an inanimate object and let piss collect into the cave of his mouth and overflow like it would in the clogged up sink. There was just something beautiful about it.
And there was something about Soobin finding him beautiful afterwards every single time.
The very first time they did that, they were intoxicated and everything seemed like a terribly great idea. Beomgyu’s heart was beating incredibly fast as the first stream of hot piss hit his bottom lip... but as soon as the excitement rush ended he was faced with horror. At the end of the fun, he was sitting on the floor with his hair, face, and even his panties soaked in hot yellow piss. It was very easy to stop wanting him from that point on.
But Soobin never did.
Beomgyu didn’t even notice when it was over.
He just heard Soobin moving past him to turn on the shower and seconds later he was back into a tight embrace, the stream of a shower pouring onto their heads like warm tropical rain. He was kissed on the mouth before he had a chance to open his eyes. And what was even more disgusting - before he had a chance to brush his dam teeth.
It wasn’t all about teeth and money after all.