Joongdunk Ep7

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Joong clenched his jaw, his body taut with frustration. He needed to leave now before he did something reckless. His self-control was hanging by a thread, dangerously close to snapping.

But before he could take a step, Dunk's fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Don't leave."

Joong froze. A sharp breath left his lips as he turned back, his gaze locking onto Dunk's.

"Dunk, if I don't leave now, I can't guarantee you'll look the same in the next hour." His voice was strained, thick with barely restrained hunger. "I have exactly one percent of my reasoning left. Soon, I'll start thinking with my dick, and then-" He exhaled shakily. "Then I won't be able to stop myself from doing things to you."

Dunk didn't let go.

A low curse slipped from Joong's lips before he yanked Dunk forward, pressing their bodies flush together.

"Every part of me is screaming to strip you down and press you into that couch," Joong murmured against Dunk's ear, his breath hot and ragged. "To bury myself so deep inside you that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Dunk shuddered.

Joong's fingers dug into his waist, his eyes flickering with desperation, conflict, and need.

"So, please before I do something I'll regret let me go."

But his voice lacked conviction.

Because while his mouth was telling Dunk to let him leave, his eyes were saying something completely different.

They were begging Dunk to tell him to stay.

Dunk was painfully hard.

Watching Joong unravel like thisfor him sent a sick thrill through his veins. No one else had ever made him feel this way. No one else could reduce him to this trembling, desperate mess.

And he wanted it.

He wanted to drown in Joong until every nagging thought, every ounce of doubt, disappeared. Until Joong was the only thing left in his head.

"Kiss me."

The words had barely left his lips before Joong's mouth crashed against his, swallowing them whole.

Joong kissed him like a starving man, deep and slow, savoring every taste, every gasp. A low moan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against Dunk's lips, making him shudder in pure pleasure.

Joong's hands roamed over his skin, his grip possessive, his breath heavy with want.

"You're gonna let me fuck you right?" he murmured between kisses, voice thick with need.

He pressed against Dunk, guiding him backward toward the couch, fingers already tugging at their clothes.

"Please say yes." Joong's voice was raw, filled with desperation as he hovered over Dunk, their bare skin flush against each other. His fingers traced slow, teasing patterns along Dunk's sides, his breath warm against his lips.

Dunk could barely think his mind was a hazy mess of heat and overwhelming sensation. The weight of Joong's body, the way his lips felt pressing against his own, the intensity of his gaze it was too much. Too much, yet not enough.

Joong dipped his head, capturing Dunk's nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before sucking gently. A sharp gasp escaped Dunk's mouth, his back arching instinctively.

"Ah-shit," Dunk moaned, fingers tightening against Joong's biceps. His body was betraying him, responding so easily, so naturally, as if this was always meant to happen.

Joong's hand trailed lower, caressing every inch of skin as if memorizing him. "I need you" he murmured between kisses.

Dunk's breath hitched. He met Joong's gaze-eyes dark with longing, pleading yet commanding all at once. The hesitation he'd clung to for so long wavered, crumbling under the weight of the desire pooling in his stomach.

Joong's fingers brushed lower, circling his entrance teasingly. Dunk shuddered, his body betraying his answer before his lips could form the words.

"Please," Joong whispered again, pressing a soft kiss against Dunk's collarbone as he slowly deep his fingers inside Dunk.

Dunk whimpered. His hands slid into Joong's hair, tugging him back up for another kiss-deep, slow, burning.

And in that moment, he knew.

There was no more running.

"Yes," he breathed against Joong's lips.

Joong groaned, pressing their bodies impossibly closer. "You won't regret this," he promised, voice shaking with barely contained hunger.

Dunk wasn't sure of anything anymore-except for the fact that he didn't want to stop.

Not tonight.

Joong didn't waste time pressing into Dunk, a deep groan escaping his lips as he felt the tight warmth around him. "Fuck... Dunk, relax," Joong hissed, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're so tight..."

Dunk's fingers dug into Joong's arms, his breath hitching as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. His body tensed instinctively, and just as he was about to protest, Joong silenced him with a deep, searing kiss. The intensity of it melted away the discomfort, drowning out everything except the heat between them.

Joong started slow, savoring every movement, but restraint quickly became impossible. The feeling of Dunk around him, the way his body responded, sent Joong spiraling into a haze of pure desire. His hips moved faster, more desperate pounding his whole length into Dunk.

Dunk gasped, his head falling back, overwhelmed by sensations he never thought he'd experience. The pleasure was intoxicating, a fire consuming him from the inside out. He clung to Joong, their bodies slick with sweat, moving together as if they were made for this.

"Joong...Ahh" Dunk whimpered, his voice shaky, his body trembling.

Hearing his name fall so sweetly from Dunk's lips only pushed Joong further, his hands gripping Dunk's waist, anchoring them together as he continued to violate Dunk's hole.

The room was thick with the scent of them, the air heavy with heat despite the hum of the AC. Their moans intertwined, filling the space like a melody only they could create. Joong's sweat-slicked body continued to slam into Dunk's, his hands gripping him with a mix of desperation and devotion.

Between ragged breaths, Joong whispered, "I love you," his gaze locked onto Dunk's, dark with longing yet soft with something deeper. The sincerity in his voice, the way his body moved in sync with Dunk's, made something inside Dunk shatter and rebuild all at once.

At that moment, Dunk realized this wasn't just desire. It wasn't just a mistake or confusion.

It was love.

And he didn't want this with anyone else.

Just Joong.

Dunk parted his lips to speak, but Joong silenced him with a deep, wet kiss. As their bodies moved in sync, Joong's pace quickening, desperate and needy. Their moans became louder, breath became rougher and with a final thrust, they both came-moans melting into each other's mouths as waves of pleasure crashed over them.

Panting, they collapsed onto the couch, tangled together in the aftermath. Their bodies pressed close, fitting perfectly despite the limited space. Dunk nestled against Joong's chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat slowly steadying. Joong's arm tightened around him, pulling him even closer, as if he never wanted to let go.

Their bodies were still tangled on the couch, breathless and spent, as the aftermath of their release settled over them. Dunk's head rested against Joong's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He felt safe here-like he belonged.

Gathering his courage, he lifted his head, meeting Joong's gaze. "Joong, I love you too," he admitted softly. "I don't know how deep my love runs yet, but one thing I'm sure of... I don't want to see you with anyone else. I don't want to be with anyone else. I don't want to make love to anyone that isn't you."

Joong's breath hitched, but he stayed silent, letting Dunk continue.

"I'm still scared and a little confused," Dunk confessed, "but I'm ready to give us a try. And I hope... I hope we last forever."

A slow, radiant smile spread across Joong's face. "You once asked me how I accepted this so easily," he murmured, brushing his fingers through Dunk's hair. "The truth is, I struggled too. When I first realized my feelings for you, I was scared. I didn't know what to do with them. So I talked to my mom."

Dunk blinked in surprise. "You did?"

Joong nodded. "She told me to stop fighting it. To let myself feel it. To experience it without fear. Love is love, Dunk. It doesn't matter what the world thinks. What matters is how we make each other feel. If it's meant to be, it will be. If not, then at least we lived it fully."

Joong cupped Dunk's cheek, his thumb tracing the corner of his lips. "So don't overthink things, okay? As long as you're willing to be with me, we'll figure everything else out together." A teasing smirk curled his lips. "And trust me, I'll make you realize just how crazy you are about me-just like I did tonight."

Dunk rolled his eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. "Don't make me regret this," he said playfully.

Joong chuckled, pulling him closer. "Never."

And with that, they held each other, letting the warmth between them speak the rest of what words couldn't.

THE END

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