Page 145 of Paradox
He tenses, his limbs squeezing me tighter.
“I need you to breathe for me.”
Silently he nods, and draws in a deep breath through his nose.
More tears prick at his eyes as he tries to relax.
Pulling back half way, I pause for a second, then push back in.
Jin’s breath blows the hair that’s fallen in my face. But then it stops.
“Keep breathing.”
“I’m trying. It’s just…It's so much. But I also think I might die if you don’t keep moving.”
Mind over matter is a great concept. But it’s almost impossible to put into practice. Especially when you have the sexiest creature ever created choking your cock. It’s agony every time I pull out of him, like there’s a noose around my neck that’s slowly getting tighter with my drawback. Then, right as I feel the clench of his rim beneath my crown—my neck threatening to break from the pressure of the rope—I change direction and push back into him as far as I can from this position, then hold to make sure he’s still alright.
“Please, Hyung. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I promise. I need you to fuck me properly.”
“What do you think I’ve been doing?”
“Treating me like something that’s gonna break.”
My ego gets the better of me and forces my hips forward. And with my first proper thrust, Jin’s eyes roll back in his head and his hole twitches around me.
“D–do it again,” he begs me with a satisfied sigh. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
I repeat the action a few more times until he’s a relaxed, moaning mess.
He rocks his hips and locks his ankles behind my back, strangling my cock and tugging it roughly as he clings to me.
He cries out when I pick up the pace.
He buries his face in my bicep, babbling and moaning. He’s so much louder than he ever has been before.
His nails dig into me so deep they may break my skin.
I lose sense of time, my own grunting growing louder with each thrust.
I push up over him and his arms fall limply to the rug.
His eyes are hazy and he can’t keep his head straight.
“Did I do it? Did I take it all?”
All the way back, as far as I can go, I pull out, then watch his face as I slide in as far as I can, without answering him. He doesn’t need to know. The only thing that matters is that he’s taken as much of me as he can, and that the look on his face is a wretched need for more.
“You’re doing perfect.”
Jin nods, like he’s trying to convince himself of it in spite of my words.
He reaches for me, his arms stretching to grab onto the back of my neck, and the next time I drive forward he rocks his hips up to meet me.
He winces and his eyes slam shut.
I back up and hold him down with one hand, waiting for him to relax.
I draw back, and he stays still as I fill him again.
