⚘ ㅤjongin。

@❁ jongin k。 Taeyong manages, somehow, to get those dumb pants off just enough to pool at the thick middle of Jongin's thighs, and when he does, Lord -- his hips work. They rock in slow motions, and roll deep, his jean clad grinding in terse circles atop his lap, whilst ing up against his hand. It all feels so good, his body is on fire. His lips part in a hefty gasp, the puff of air being a plea of 'Jongin' that segways into another set of lewd, loud moans. No one close would be sleeping, if anyone was around

@❁ taeyong l。 The nibbles are playful, teasing at best. The cogs within Jongin's mind begin to grind together as a mischievous smile tugs at his lips. His hips began to accelerate with speed, obvious prodding against Taeyong's backside, hands forming purposeful movements to the younger through the fabric of his pants with each and every motion, accelerating at an even pace.

@❁ jongin k。 Taeyong *bites*. He nips at his nose and manages to catch his upper lip before he's pulling away. "So do you," His retort falls from his lips at the very end, lids fluttering shut as nimble fingers press against his groin. His groan is soft, and he pushes himself down against his hand, rocking down in steady rolls.

@❁ taeyong l。 Jongin leaned up from his previous position, lifting himself with his hands, hovering a few inches from Taeyong's tempting lips. "You have a pair of able hands, baby boy." With that, he fell back down, occupying himself with the younger's groin area, rubbing teasing circles into the ever-growing .

@❁ jongin k。 Taeyong grumbles as Jongin makes no effort to take off his own damn pants, and he has to take matters into his own hands. He pushes himself back up right, and leans forward to undo the button of his jeans, slowly ing and ping them, before flicking his hips. "I want 'em off," He mumbles, sullen.

@❁ taeyong l。 Jongin perked up an eyebrow, gesturing towards the button on his jeans, his hands far too preoccupied to be worrying about releasing himself from the confines of the denim fabric. Rather, he began grinding his hips up at a faster pace, hands carving imprints into Taeyong's backside.

@❁ jongin k。 His eyes roll back, and his hips roll down, feeling the pressure on his bottom, shooting up his spine and sending goosebumps all throughout. He rocks down against his groin, hand tugging at the ankle of his pants. “These— Off.”

@❁ taeyong l。 Jongin ignored the fact that the sinful words spilling past Taeyong's lips resembled that of a backhanded compliment. Rather, he lifted his to grind into Taeyong's posterior, hands reaching back to dig into the plush orbs.

@❁ jongin k。 My hips press against your palm, my moan a drawn out groan that hits the walls. “,” I whisper, back arching, and hands reaching back to grip your ankles. “I’m— kinda glad.. You don’t moisturize. I like — your callouses—!”

@❁ taeyong l。 Plopping down onto the bed, I lean back, hands roaming down your sides to rest at your groin, gently palming the area.

@❁ jongin k。 I play along with your game, tongue sliding along yours, teeth catching in a sloppy exchange that I’ve become addicted to in the time we’ve played this game. I groan your name, sounds lost in your throat, as my hands tug at your hair.

@❁ taeyong l。 Pleased with your compliance, I seek to offer you a reward, tongue entering into your mouth, circling your own in a teasing fight for dominance.

@❁ jongin k。 Lips part, pliant, tongue seeking yours as you so sweetly demand for a taste. My hands delve into your hair, and my body shifts up, legs tightening at your waist, just to hold you closer.

@❁ taeyong l。 Hooks my arms underneath your thighs, pressing a series of kisses to your lips, fighting to taste the cherry behind your lips. “Let daddy taste, baby boy.”