[M] Spin off 1 (1/1)

Seungri doesn’t know how many rounds they had already. “Hng—“ Seungri threw his head back when the other man brushed something deep inside him. It was that same spot that brought him to places higher where he’d never been. It was that same spot that always sends delicious shivers down his spine to pool at his groin. “Jiyong!” He screamed the other’s name when the organ inside him sped up, thrusting against the secret spot ruthlessly. “Look at me baby.” Jiyong growled. Seungri opened his tightly shut eyes to look up into a pair of passionate amber orbs. Jiyong’s face was decorated with a light sheen of sweat, a single trail sliding down to accentuate the angle of his jaw. Seungri licks his lips and moaned at the taste of saltiness on his tongue. Both men were panting to the same rhythm, chest heaving against one another, hard nipples brushed and Seungri tightened the ankles at Jiyong’s lower back. His hands went down to clutch Jiyong’s buttocks, urging him on. “Faster—gimme, hard—Jiyong, oh yes—“ Seungri thrusts up to meet Jiyong’s strokes, eyes locked on his. His heart soared when Jiyong threw his head back in pleasure. The muscles around his cock rippled and tightened and Jiyong knows Seungri is close. He wraps his hand around the younger man’s cock then, stroking in time with his thrusts. Seungri released a high pitch moan and climaxed. Ropes of white ribbon sprayed onto his abdomen and get smeared around as Jiyong continued to move above him. “So good baby, you feel so good.” Jiyong groaned and threw Seungri’s legs over his shoulders. Seungri was spent and exhausted, but he knows what Jiyong needs. The new angle allowed Jiyong to hit him in new places as he lay open and willing. Seungri moaned at the new position. “Jiyong—“ He mewled and started to pleasure Jiyong in the way he knew best. “Seungri!” Jiyong shouted and Seungri smiled. He clenched his muscles tightly when Jiyong pulled out to the tip before plunging back in. Clenching again when Jiyong exited, the man trembled at the intensity of the pleasure. A few more thrusts and Jiyong bellowed in ecstasy. He released deep into Seungri before collapsing and crushing the man below him under his weight. Silence became thick in the air except for the panting sounds from both men as they catch their breath. Seungri lay contented as he stroked Jiyong’s head. He marvelled at the silkiness and pondered how a man with such a hard exterior possesses such softness. Seungri sighed softly when Jiyong’s arms tightened around him and snuggled closer. He looked down to admire the other man’s sleeping face, giggling when he spotted a slight pout. He caressed the soft lips and traced the shape of it, feeling hot breath fan his fingertip as Jiyong breathed lightly. Seungri had been thinking a lot lately. Ever since they confirmed their relationship, the lovemaking was more intense and frequent, not that Seungri was complaining. Jiyong had never been so loving and tender before. He enjoys spending time with him now, snuggling into his warmth on the couch as they watch old sappy romantic movies, and waking up every morning to the face of the man he loves. But something was missing. His heart feels full yet unfulfilled and it troubles Seungri a lot. “Stop thinking.” A sudden voice jolted Seungri from his reverie. Seungri gasped and shivered when Jiyong’s cock (still buried inside him) hardened. “Jiyong,” He gave a soft protest when Jiyong pulled out. “Enough baby,” Jiyong stood but not before spreading Seungri wide to inspect his twitching hole. Seungri blushed as he felt his entrance throb and fluid leaked out onto the silk underneath him. “You’re red and sore, let’s clean you up.” Jiyong carried Seungri bridal style into the bathroom, placing him gently down into the large bathtub. “And stop thinking.” Jiyong started to run the water, the sound of the gushing warmth nearly drowned Jiyong’s soft murmur but Seungri hears it anyway. “I love you.” Seungri can’t help the happiness bubbling within and he looked up at Jiyong. His face was straight and focused as he prepared to clean Seungri, but it didn’t help to hide the vicious red that graced the tip of his ears. Seungri giggled and leaned up to peck Jiyong on the lips. “I love you too.” And he nearly laughed when Jiyong blushed even harder before setting to work, placing himself between Seungri’s legs. Life is good but what could be missing? Seungri threw that thought to the back of his mind when a long finger slid inside him and began its work.