[One Shot] fragile [English ver.] {KyuJung}

Title: fragile [English ver.]

Author: Riz Aino

Pairing: KyuJung (KB + Yoojung) (OnlyOneOf)

Clasification: NC–17

Genres: AU, romance, drama, smut, pwp

Word count: 5.9k

Summary: Kyubin thinks Taeyeob is fragile and delicate like a beautiful piece of antique porcelain... but Taeyeob is anything but fragile.

Warnings: explicit sexual content.

Notes: this story is a translation, I really tried my best to translate it, but I know there’ll be mistakes over all the text. If you want to read it in its original language (Spanish), you can do it here.

Author's comment: I’ve been translating some of my firsts OnlyOneOf works and this one is my fav from that time. I’ll be also translating the rest of the series I made of this universe. I hope you like it.

 

"So, Kyubin hyung, have you slept with your boyfriend yet?" Wookjin asked, causing chaos at the table.

 

Yongsoo, who was quietly drinking a chocolate milkshake, spurted its contents onto the table upon hearing him, almost choking, which made Wookjin laugh at the boy like there was no tomorrow, while Jisung widened his eyes and then slapped the boy on the shoulder to make him behave. Kyubin watched this scene from a trashy, bad humour movie impassively, though inside he was quite nervous, trying to find the exact words with which to answer that question truthfully, but without earning years of ridicule for it. As the situation normalised, with Yongsoo still coughing a little, but well enough to clear the table in that coffee shop/bookstore they'd gone to for the afternoon of the remains of their milkshake and Jisung giving Wookjin the beating of his life as he complained that the blows hurt, Kyubin came to the conclusion that no matter what he said, he was going to be mocked for all eternity, so he did his gut and waited for the boy to ask him again, because knowing him, he knew he was going to ask him again.

 

"Did it happen or not, hyung?” he asked again as soon as Jisung stopped hitting him, leaning back on the table and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"No, not yet," Kyubin replied, sincere.

"You owe me 20,000 won each, loosen up," said the boy, moving alternately to his right and left, his hand outstretched, ready to collect the money for the bet made behind his back.

"Fuck, hyung, I trusted you and trusted that after your romantic getaway you would have done something, anything," Jisung scolded him. "I'm going to spend my salary on betting with this idiot."

"Don't bet against me," the boy said, sticking his tongue out at him as he waited with his hands outstretched for Yongsoo to stop counting pennies and hand him the money. Jisung raised his hand and pretended to hit him, but before he could do anything, a group of four cute girls walked by the table and reached down, giving the girls a charming smile as if nothing was going on.

"Let's see, we didn't sleep together, but we did something," said Kyubin.

 

Yongsoo, who was about to drop the money on Wookjin's hand, immediately withdrew it and placed it against his chest, protecting his money from the perfidious Wookjin, who turned to Kyubin with his mouth open.

 

"I don't believe it, tell us all the details," he said.

"That's right, hyung, we don't want to give Wookjin our money," Yongsoo encouraged.

"Mmmmm... I guess you just want to know the bed details," he muttered and the three idiots before him nodded. "Okay... we got into bed and were touching each other when Taeyeob suddenly got dizzy and had to lie with his legs up half the night until he felt better, by which time we were both out of the mood," he said. "And after that, what did you want me to do?"

"Fuck him," the three replied in unison.

 

Kyubin rolled his eyes. He couldn't have heard what he had just heard, but he had heard it, that much was clear to him.

 

"How am I going to fuck someone who got dizzy just because we were touching each other's dicks for a while?" He questioned them, raising his tone a little and thus making the people around him turn to them and give him dirty looks. Kyubin ducked his head slightly in embarrassment, wanting to hide from everything and everyone present.

"Just fuck him, hyung," Jisung told him. "He won't break."

"How do you know that?" he had to ask. Y"ou don't know him... Taeyeob is a thin, fragile, delicate boy... like a beautiful piece of antique porcelain... if I did something a little rougher like the other day or more, I don't know if he'd be able to handle it."

 

The three of them looked at him open-mouthed and Kyubin knew immediately that they were blatantly judging him. They didn't even have to say anything to him at that moment. They would probably be telling him and remembering him for the rest of his life. Maybe he should cut off all relations with those three idiots who were driving him up the wall of bitterness... but then he would be left without friends... of course, sometimes it was better to have no friends than to have that kind of friends. Better alone than in bad company, his mother used to tell him when he was in high school and hung out with a bunch of idiots.

 

"So you're going to go through your whole relationship with him without having sex for fear of giving him another dizzy spell or hurting him in some way?" Jisung asked.

"It doesn't sound bad," he replied. "It's not all about sex in this life."

"Hyung... no sex, no life," Yongsoo said to him, his eyes glazed over, looking too upset.

"Says the virgin," Wookjin replied, mocking him.

"That's why I say so," the boy replied, turning to Wookjin. "Because this life without sex is no life at all."

"I can fix that."

 

Wookjin gave Yongsoo an impish grin that made the boy pull away from him as he swore and swore that he would never let him touch him, not even with a stick. That made Wookjin move closer to the boy and almost cornered him against the window of the establishment, before Jisung slapped him on the arm again telling him to behave because they were in public. Kyubin just wanted to get out of there. He didn't even know why he'd ended up agreeing to go out with those idiots that day —well, he did know, they'd promised him to go to one of his favourite places— but what he wanted was to get back to Taeyeob because after spending that weekend together in that little rural cottage in the middle of nowhere, away from civilisation and each other's company, it had caused them to become much closer and more used to each other... and now Kyubin missed him. He missed his smile, those eyes that turned into two half moons when he smiled, he missed his stupid jokes, which completely matched his own, he missed when he hugged him from behind, sinking his face between his shoulder blades, breathing in strongly or leaving kisses on the back of his neck, he missed holding that slim and fragile body in his arms. He missed Taeyeob himself.  

 

"Well, guys, if all you're going to do is try to eat each other's faces off and pick on me because I haven't slept with my boyfriend, I have more important things to do, so if you'll excuse me, I'll be going," was what Kyubin ended up saying, getting up from the table and all, drawing the attention of his friends, who looked at him with puppy faces.

 

And in the end Kyubin ended up staying another hour in the coffee shop/bookstore with that trio of idiots he called friends.

 

~

 

"And after that he never tried anything with you again?" Sungho asked, and Taeyeob shook his head.

"Nothing at all," he replied, taking a small sip from the glass of water his friend had offered him when he got home.

"Who would have a dizzy spell in the middle of sex?" Junhyung asked. The boy had been quiet during the whole conversation, looking bored and apparently not paying attention... but he had been paying attention, he always paid attention. "It's normal that now he won't even touch you with a stick, or he'll give you another one."

"First, nobody asked for your opinion, Kim Junhyung," he said, raising a finger and pointing at him. "Second, I don't even know why you're here, but while you're here, don't talk, you never talk, why do you have to talk now?"

 

The boy rolled his eyes and Taeyeob pressed his lips into a thin line. If Sungho hadn't been there to calm things down and put peace between them, Junhyung most likely wouldn't have made it out of that flat alive. But no, Sungho was a haven of peace and didn't like conflict unless there was a reason for it, and apparently Junhyung hurting Taeyeob's pride like that didn't seem like a good enough reason for rivers of blood to flow.

 

"It pains me to say it," Sungho commented, "but maybe Junhyung has a point," Taeyeob narrowed his eyes, glaring at him with endless hatred, and Sungho spoke again, trying to make himself understood. "I don't want to say he's completely right, but he does have a point."

"Explain yourself."

"Well... I don't know Kyubin in person, but you've always said that he has a pretty mild character even though he's actually like a wardrobe," he said. Taeyeob nodded because that was true. When they'd first met, through that dating app, he'd simply matched him because he'd thought he was cute and hot, but when they'd met to talk and whatever else came up, Taeyeob had ended up wanting to get to know him more, and that «whatever else came up» had ended up being a six-month relationship. "It's possible that because you're not that big and muscular, you got dizzy when you were making out, and you're a lot younger than him, he sees you right now as someone he needs to protect and care for, and sex isn't in his plans because he doesn't want to hurt you."

"What a silly thing to say!" he couldn't help but blurt out, because it was literally the biggest nonsense in the entire universe... but Sungho pointed at Junhyung and Junhyung hid behind his fringes. "It can't be true..."

"What was three months before you tried again?" Sungho asked Junhyung.

"You said it hurt so much, what did you want me to do?" replied the boy.

"I don't know, with patience and spit, the elephant got it in for the ant," replied Sungho.

 

Taeyeob wanted to cut off his ears right then and there. He didn't need to know that, in fact, he wouldn't have resorted to having to tell either of them what had happened if Kyubin had behaved like a normal, everyday person after what had happened and the next day they'd fucked, but no, the older one seemed to have a neurosis about him and his body's capabilities simply because of a dizzy spell at the wrong time... and there he was, having to listen to his two friends tell him about their sexual experiences.

 

"Look, Sungho, no offence, but I don't want to know how you two slept together, save me from unwanted mental images," he said. "I just want to know what you did to make it happen in the end."

"Oh, easy," the boy commented with a smile. "I showed him that it didn't hurt too much if you did it right by sticking it in him."

"I said I don't want any more unpleasant images!" He complained, but Sungho and Junhyung were already laughing at him.

 

Taeyeob didn't pay them the slightest attention and just pushed the mental image away, thinking about how he could show him that he wasn't fragile or delicate and that he didn't need to be cautious with him because he wasn't going to break just because they had sex. The dizziness had only come on because he must have had a sudden drop in blood pressure and that, added to the shortness of breath from the kissing, the elevated temperature from the friction and the complete arousal, had ended up being a Molotov cocktail. But he wasn't fragile, not at all, and he was going to prove it to Kyubin... that very night.

 

~

 

When Kyubin arrived at his flat, the last thing he expected was to find his boyfriend sitting on the couch waiting for him. He hadn't expected it because, even if he had given him the password to get in, the boy usually let him know he was coming, but that night he hadn't said anything. Kyubin smiled at the thought that Taeyeob must have felt the same way he did and missed him so much, he'd gone home to find him.

 

"What are you doing here?" He asked, kicking off his shoes at the door and walking over to the couch, where Taeyeob was sitting. "Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?" he couldn't help but say, standing in front of him.

 

Taeyeob gave him one of those precious smiles he adored so much, closing his eyes in two half moons, before raising his arms towards him and wrapping them around his waist, letting his face get wedged between the end of his worked stomach and the beginning of his crotch, where the fine hair that descended from his navel was lost inside his pants.

 

"Something like that," Taeyeob then replied.

 

Kyubin's smile widened because Taeyeob didn't usually express his feelings that way, though he did love to give him hugs.

 

"I've missed you a lot," he commented, "I was meeting my idiot friends for a drink because we hadn't seen each other for a while and I just wanted to see you again... in fact I was thinking whether or not I should ask you if I could come to your flat or your flat mate wouldn't be okay with it."

"Even if it's not okay with Junhyung, it doesn't matter, you can come over anytime, hyung," Taeyeob replied, still hugging him.

 

Kyubin laughed. Even though, deep down, Taeyeob got along well with his roommate, they were always at each other's throats for one thing or another, and he found it quite funny how they got along like cat and dog. Still amused, thinking about it, Kyubin barely noticed the hands holding him around the waist, descending a little and settling on his butt, not at least not until the younger one grabbed his buttocks with each hand firmly, squeezing.

 

"And this?" he asked, with that smile that hadn't left his face since she'd seen his boyfriend when he'd entered the house.

"If I told you I'd want to bury myself between them and give you the greatest pleasure of your life, how would you respond?" Taeyeob said, still unwilling to separate his face from his body, as if what he had just said embarrassed him.

 

Kyubin hadn't expected that question, so he didn't answer immediately. He hadn't imagined that Taeyeob would ask him that question because he was so small compared to him... besides, when they had had that little romantic getaway that same weekend, that had happened and that had given him even more reason to think that the boy who was with him in his living room was even more fragile and delicate than he had always thought, so he was a little thrown off and until his head hadn’t finished processing everything, a little later, he couldn't answer him.

 

"That was a bit of a sudden question," he began, "but I suppose, if you're comfortable with it and want to, I could try it," he added, "It would be my first time this way, but I know you'll be careful with me, your fingers are always delicate and gentle when they touch me."

"I can also use brute force," Taeyeob replied and Kyubin couldn't help but laugh because along with his words, the grip on his butt became much stronger. "I'm serious, hyung."

"I believe you, I believe you," Kyubin replied. "But... do you really think you can handle me with that strength?"

 

Kyubin knew Taeyeob was going to retort, but the boy seemed to change his mind and simply pulled away from him, raising his head and looking him straight in the eye. Kyubin could see the reproach in the boy's eyes and knew that something he had done or said had caused the boy to feel bad and that was why he was acting so unusually.

 

"I did something wrong," said Kyubin, drawing his attention, "but I don't know what it was, tell me so we can fix it."

"Why didn't you want to sleep with me the other day?" Taeyeob asked immediately.

"Because you got dizzy and you didn't have the body for strong emotions," he answered.

"Not that day, the next," he clarified.

 

Ah. That was it.

 

"I thought that since it had only been one day, it was better not to do anything in case it happened again," he replied. "I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm not going to break, hyung, I mean, I'm not made of porcelain or anything," Taeyeob replied. "I'm a lot stronger than you can imagine, and just because I got a few things together and got a bad body doesn't mean that every time you're going to touch me, it's going to happen or that you're going to have to be extra careful with me in case I break."

 

Kyubin couldn't help but watch him, a little worried, but Taebeob's gaze was firm and clear. He might not be as fragile and delicate as antique porcelain, but he would still be careful and still be a little cautious because he didn't want something like what had happened a few days ago to happen again. However, if Taeyeob wanted to prove to him that he was a lot stronger than he looked, he could do it, he wouldn't object because, despite what he had told his idiot friends, Kyubin couldn't and wouldn't give up sex with Taeyeob.

 

"Do you want to have sex then?" he asked. Taeyeob nodded, "Let's go to the bedroom."

 

Kyubin held out his hand to Taeyeob and Taeyeob accepted it, helping himself up, then they simply walked hand in hand to the bedroom in silence. Upon entering the room, it was the younger one who took the initiative then, pulling Kyubin to the bed, pushing him gently by the shoulders so that he fell into a sitting position on the mattress, and he let himself do it without any resistance, not then, not later, when Taeyeob began to slip his hands under his shirt, through the collar of it, touching his shoulders, staring at him with those beautiful brown eyes that shone with desire for him, a desire that soon became manifest.

 

Climbing onto the bed with him, placing his knees on either side of his hips, holding tightly onto his shoulders, Taeyeob sat on top of him and leaned into his face to kiss his lips hungrily from the first moment they met. Kyubin parted his lips out of pure reflex and it didn't take the younger a second to slip his tongue inside his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny, deft, demanding, seeking more and more, leaving the older breathless. Kyubin gasped for air desperately when their mouths parted for a single second, but as soon as he regained it, he didn't hesitate to seek Taeyeob's lips again, bringing his right hand to the back of his boyfriend's neck, drawing him to him so they could continue kissing, tilting his head intermittently, seeking more and more of the other's mouth, giving kisses and reciprocating the ones Taeyeob gave him.

 

Taeyeob moved over him, his crotch brushing against his and the friction of their jeans against his member, where, little by little, blood was beginning to pool, and Kyubin gasped against the boy's mouth. Taeyeob smiled against his lips and stopped the kiss to stare into his eyes, the older couldn't help but gawk at him, that handsome face, big, expressive, brown eyes, his long, straight nose, those thin lips that perfectly matched his and that had driven him crazy on too many occasions. A few strands of hair from his long fringes fell over his face and Kyubin couldn't help but bring the hand that had been holding the back of his neck to his face to pull it away and place it behind his ear, lightly caressing his face, causing Taeyeob to break eye contact with him, closing his eyes and seeking the contact of that caress.

 

"Hyung," he muttered, catching Kyubin's attention. "I want you to touch me and don't worry about anything," Kyubin opened his mouth to answer him, but before he could say anything, Taeyeob continued, "I'm not going to break and nothing is going to happen to me, if I don’t like something you do or it hurts me, I'll tell you, you know I always say things, so don't worry."

 

Kyubin stared into his eyes for a few seconds, seeing a firmness and conviction in them that made him swallow and nod. He would do whatever Taeyeob wanted, without hesitation, he would just do it and try to help things go as smoothly as possible because he was absolutely certain that he was going to mess up at some point, he had never been perfect and he didn't expect to become perfect in those moments, just for him, but he would do his best.

 

They repositioned themselves on the bed, both taking off their shirts and dropping them everywhere in the room and Kyubin couldn't take his eyes off Taeyeob's lean but sinewy body. His muscles weren't as big as his own, but they were there and they never ceased to fascinate him, because the few times he'd been able to run his fingers over that body, he'd always wanted more, always wanted to get closer and closer to it until the two of them had melted into one, but they'd had little chance to do so... but right now they had the rest of the afternoon —and the whole night— to themselves. Kyubin traced his fingers down Taeyeob's abdomen, tracing those defined muscles up and down several times under the boy's watchful gaze, until his hand went to his pecs, immediately catching his nipple between his fingers, causing a slight gasp to escape from the younger boy's lips. He immediately leaned forward to catch it with his mouth, kissing it, playing with his tongue and teeth, biting down lightly on the other nipple, causing the slight gasp to turn into a low moan.

 

"Ahhhhhhhhh hyung...."

 

Kyubin couldn't continue playing with his nipples as Taeyeob's hands pressed him away from him, pulling his body upwards so that their lips met again in a much more desperate and demanding kiss. The collision of their lips was strong, but neither pulled away, they kept kissing, seeking more of each other, playing with their tongues in each other's mouths. Kyubin felt Taeyeob's fingers digging into his hair from the nape of his neck, gripping him tightly, pulling him, seeking to pull him closer, and eventually they ended up lying on the bed, Kyubin on top of Taeyeob, seeking the most comfortable position between his legs, still kissing him, but holding the weight of his body so as not to let himself fall on top of the boy. The younger boy's thigh then brushed against his crotch and Kyubin felt short of breath because the contact had made him realise that his member was much harder and more sensitive than it felt and that, if he didn't release it soon, it was going to start hurting.

 

Dropping his weight onto his left arm and continuing the ecstatic kisses with Taeyeob, Kyubin reached out with his right hand to touch the boy's body, again playing his fingers against his nipples, feeling his heart beat rapidly through his chest, running his hand down his abs, slipping it inside his jeans, touching his slightly hardened member through the fabric of his boxers. The older felt the shiver run through Taeyeob's body against his, and also felt the bite of his fang on his lower lip as he clamped his mouth shut at the shiver.

 

"Sorry," the boy whispered, but Kyubin dismissed the matter and simply continued to kiss those lips that drove him crazy as he touched his member, causing the boy to pay less and less attention to his kisses and become more lost in his gasps and stifled moans, responding to the demand of Kyubin's mouth out of habit rather than attention. "More... hyung... I want more..." Taeyeob murmured against his mouth.

 

Kyubin then pulled away from him a few inches to watch him. Breathless, a little disheveled, his lips red and swollen, his brown eyes veiled with desire, the sight of Taeyeob left him completely breathless and his brain had to remind him that he had to breathe to stay alive. In his arms and in that way, Kyubin felt again that the boy before him was so fragile and delicate that if he kept touching him in that way he could break and he had to put that thought out of his head because Taeyeob had told him that he wasn't and that he was going to prove it to him.

 

"Do you want to do what you proposed to me before?" he asked.

 

Taeyeob's eyes locked onto his immediately after hearing him say that, he seemed to be weighing whether he was serious or one of his jokes, but Kyubin was serious, he had told him before. If it would make him happy and he wanted to show him that he wasn't as fragile as he made him out to be, he had no problem with it. After a few moments in which his eyes didn’t leave his, he finally closed them and shook his head.

 

"Not today," he said. "Today I need you inside... now," he added.

 

Kyubin couldn't stop a smile from escaping his lips as he heard him say that, for it had sounded like a demand made that needed to be met yesterday. For that reason, the older raised himself up on his knees on the bed and got off the bed afterwards, walking over to the wardrobe, opening one of the drawers in it and pulling out lube and condoms. In the few seconds it took him to get it all in his hands and turn towards the bed, Taeyeob had already removed his trousers and boxers and was waiting for him naked on the mattress, his half-erect member demanding attention and penetrating him with his gaze, staring into those brown eyes of his, licking his lips with his tongue. Seeing that, Kyubin left what he had just taken on the bedside table and took the opportunity to slowly undress under the watchful eye of the younger boy, who kept an eye on him at all times as his trousers and pants slid down his legs, until he was completely naked like him.

 

The kissing and rubbing had made both of them hard, but seeing each other naked was something they had only done once before, and on that occasion he hadn't been able to do much more because Taeyeob had started to feel sick, so the two of them didn't hesitate to watch each other until they were finally satisfied with that, ready to move on.

 

Taeyeob repositioned himself on the bed, spreading his legs for him and Kyubin took the lubricant again, taking it to the bed with him, opening the tube and squirting some on his fingers and some on Taeyeob's entrance, which tensed a little, probably from the contact of the viscous, cold liquid. He closed the canister and left it on the bed, handy because he would have to use it again later and, after the younger boy's nod, he approached his ass, touching his index finger to the area, moving it around, feeling it out, slowly inserting it, watching the boy's reactions as he did so, attentive in case he needed him to stop. But Taeyeob was simply with his eyes closed, biting his lower lip, enjoying the sensations that he was provoking in those moments. Moving his finger inside him, pulling it out, repeating the same thing over and over again, soon Kyubin realized that he could insert the second one without hurting him and pulled out his index finger one last time, to start pushing with both fingers, slowly working his way into him, taking his long fingers as deep as possible, wanting to get all the way to his prostate for Taeyeob to feel even more pleasure, but the position he was in wasn't the most ideal for that, so, he simply plunged his fingers into his body and played with them inside, creating space, getting his rectum used to that before thrusting his member inside it. Taeyeob let out a low, high moan when his fingers seemed to brush his prostate in one of his movements and Kyubin couldn't help but smile because he had finally found that place, so he tried to reach it again and again, causing the moans to go on and on until his boy asked him to stop.

 

"Now..." he said, "Now..." He didn't need to say much more.

 

He didn't need to say much more either. Kyubin slowly withdrew his fingers from inside him, causing another moan to leave his lips and picked up the condom from where he had left it. He tried to open the plastic container, but with his fingers sticky he was unable to do so and Taeyeob took it from his hand and opened it himself, giving his member a glance as he did so. Kyubin followed his gaze and realized that it wasn't hard enough to penetrate him, so, he brought his hand towards it, to touch himself under Taeyeob's watchful eye, but before doing so, the boy stopped him.

 

"Let me do it," he asked and Kyubin nodded.

 

Then, Taeyeob brought his left hand to his member and started to touch it. Kyubin had to bite his lower lip to keep a too loud moan from escaping his lips as soon as her fingers wrapped around him. Those hands really were made to work wonders. He couldn’t help but watch him as he touched him, that hand that kept moving, up and down, playing with his sensitive tip, which was beginning to overflow with precum, making Taeyeob's hand movement that much easier. A long moan escaped his lips as the boy also brought his right hand towards his crotch to play with his testicles, gifting him with a double pleasure that caused more and more blood to pool in his member, the veins becoming much more visible, its extension becoming harder and harder, on the verge of bursting, on the verge of orgasm. That was the instant Taeyeob stopped touching him and took the condom out of its container to put it on, then lay back down on the bed, just as he had been before.

 

Kyubin then positioned himself on top of Taeyeob, guiding his hand with his member towards his entrance, pushing gently to slowly work his way into him, not failing to watch his reactions in case at any point he hurt him in any way. However, Taeyeob's body was quite relaxed and only his lips were pressed into a thin line. He seemed to feel the penetration, it seemed to bother him a little, but it must have been bearable for him, for that reason, Kyubin kept moving in that way, slowly, going in a little and out again, pushing in, making himself hollow, wanting his boy to feel as good as he did, that every time he went deep inside Taeyeob, he felt how his walls squeezed him in a completely delicious way... but for the younger one it didn't seem to be enough.

 

"Shin Kyubin, either you move faster and harder or I swear I'll never let you put it in me again," he told him, getting a laugh out of him because he hadn't expected it. He hadn't expected Taeyeob to call him by his full name, angry, and he hadn't expected him to say that either. "I've told you before, I'm not as fragile as you think and I'm not going to break because you put it all the way in me."

 

Kyubin looked him straight in the eye, seeing that he was completely serious with his words and nodded. He would go faster. The next thrust he made with a jerk, causing a high moan to escape Taeyeob's lips, who hadn't expected the sudden change of pace. His hands clenched into fists and gripped the sheets, while his legs wrapped around Kyubin's back, seeking to make the contact greater, deeper. The older almost fell over his body because that action had thrown him off balance, but he caught himself in time with his hands, resting them on either side of Taeyeob's head, who was looking at him with desire burning in his brown eyes. Kyubin once again thrust into his body quickly and deeply, reaching up to graze his prostate and another moan escaped the younger man's lips.

 

Knowing that the strong, fast thrusts weren’t hurting him, but also giving him pleasure, Kyubin continued with that rhythm, fast, faster, faster, almost totally unrestrained, keeping himself barely sane to keep doing it, over and over again, feeling the utmost pleasure when Taeyeob's body tensed a little and squeezed him inside. He sought his boy's lips and kissed him, one kiss after another, in rhythm with the movements of his hips, stopping when they ran out of breath, feeling himself more and more and more on the edge of the abyss.

 

Taeyeob ended up cumming before between their stomachs, staining them both with semen, because Kyubin's member hadn’t stopped touching his prostate, over and over again. His body was run through with a shudder that Kyubin felt at all the points where they were connected, as well as tensing up for a few moments, before becoming completely lax in his arms, gasping for breath, his mouth open, searching for air, while his eyes were completely veiled in pleasure. Kyubin was completely enraptured watching the beautiful boy before him, even more gorgeous than he had always thought him, with messy hair and his body sticky with sweat. The little shivers and spasms of Taeyeob's body did the rest so that KyuBin ended up cumming inside his body, with a low moan, feeling the pleasure coursing through his entire being from top to bottom. The world stopped for a few moments, as they both recovered, watching each other with satisfied smiles because it had been great. Kyubin was definitely not willing to stop feeling that way with Taeyeob, as he had told his friends that afternoon.

 

"Did you see it?" Taeyeob murmured, bringing his hand to his face, stroking his cheek. "I didn't break because you were a little rougher."

"I've seen it," he replied, leaning into the younger one to begin a slow, lazy kiss.

 

He had seen it perfectly and he had to agree with him, he had been much rougher than he had intended at Taeyeob's demand and Taeyeob had been able to cope with it without any kind of problem, so, from then on, he would stop considering him to be so fragile and delicate because Taeyeob had proved to him that he wasn't at all.