Kim Dokja taps his fingers on the wooden countertop of the old tavern. The sun has begun drifting down the horizon, illuminating the whole atmosphere into red hues and welcoming the few stars that appeared. There are no customers coming in the tavern like it usually does. Bored out of his mind, Kim Dokja decided it'll be best to clean up and close the tavern. Just as he was about to walk over the door, someone entered.
The man wore button up black sleeves, two of those buttons are undone, exposing his gorgeous— ahem, admirable chest. Kim Dokja could tell this man is well built with the way his sleeves' buttons are barely holding on together.
"Water." The man said curtly, placing a few coins on the counter.
The way his eyes lingered longer on the man's chest didn't go unnoticed as the man tapped his foot on the ground with a grunt. Kim Dokja put on his customer service smile before he started getting his customer a glass of water.
"Here."
Wordlessly, the man reaches for the glass, their fingers barely touching each other ignites sparks.
"Why don't you get other drinks? We have plenty of them here. I think you'd like it. " He attempts to strike a conversation, leaning on the counter with a smile.
"Your sales talk is a waste. Don't even try, I didn't bring a lot of cash with me." The man replied as he finished his glass of water, putting it aside.
Kim Dokja chuckled as reached for the empty glass to fill it with something. "I didn't mean it that way. You came here practically dehydrated and stressed. I recommend a few refreshing drinks."
"Like this." He was handed an iced tea, which he reluctantly accepted.
"Or, you could order a dessert. We have those here."
"I don't eat food made by others." The man was quick to reply. Sitting down, he took a sip of the drink. Kim Dokja sat on the stool across him, clasping his hands together before resting his chin on it.
"Has anyone ever told you that your face is like— neatly arranged stars that form a dazzling constellation in the night sky?" Kim Dokja said, grinning wider as the man raised his eyebrow at him.
"You sure talk a lot." The man replied, drinking the contents of the beverage until it's empty.
"And no. Nobody has ever complimented me in a strange metaphor but you."
"What an honor." The man huffed as a reply. For a full minute, neither of them talk. A comfortable silence ensued inside the whole tavern.
"Yoo Joonghyuk." He suddenly blurted out, catching Kim Dokja's attention whose expression looked a little lost.
"My name. It's Yoo Joonghyuk." He repeated. Kim Dokja blinks, then smiles.
"You're giving out your name. Are you interested in me already?" Kim Dokja asked teasingly.
"I am. Are you?" There comes the smooth reply that had Kim Dokja pleasantly stunned for a second. The way Yoo Joonghyuk leans his elbow on the counter, head tilting slightly, does something in his chest. He felt his heart thump at the sight of this charming man in front of him. God– he needs to ask this man out.
“Oh I’m very interested.” Kim Dokja coyly answered, an impish look on his countenance.
“You’re not from here are you? How did you end up in this humble tavern?” He asked, a hint of genuine interest dancing in his words.
“I was horse riding.” He replied so shortly as Kim Dokja poured him another drink.
“Hmm, I see. It's a little boring, isn't it?”
Yoo Joonghyuk raised his eyebrow before replying. "How?"
"I mean no offense, but I've seen equestrians riding their horses for hours going around in basically the same location. Looks tedious to me."
He expects Yoo Joonghyuk to mansplain it to him. Though he doesn't really need information regarding horse riding, if it's hearing Yoo Joonghyuk's attractive voice, he'll gladly listen.
He secretly wonders how he'd sound like in bed.
But Yoo Joonghyuk's reply astonished him.
"Horses aren't the only ones I know how to ride."
There's something in his tone that's rather suggestive than informative. Kim Dokja blinks, eyebrows raised before the corner of his lips perked up.
"Oh? Would you like to demonstrate it to me then?"
There was no warning, everything was spontaneous as sweet lips crashed into his. Yoo Joonghyuk had leaped over the counter whilst grabbing on his collar. Their tongues clashed and Kim Dokja melted into the kiss. He had to sit on one of the chairs behind him as Yoo Joonghyuk straddles him. He's certain the bulge in his pants could be felt as Yoo Joonghyuk slowly grinds his hips against him.
“Wait, your name?” Yoo Joonghyuk pulls out, panting from the kiss.
“It's Kim Dokja.” There's lust and desire in his eyes, he surely can't wait for this man to scream his name later.
His hands slowly undone Yoo Joonghyuk’s pants and fell carelessly on the floor. Heis fingers found its way near his entrance, slowly sliding in. Yoo Joonghyuk gasps, pulling out of the kiss as he buries his head in the crook of Kim Dokja's neck. Two fingers were inserted inside, gradually picking up the pace which made Yoo Joonghyuk whine.
Loud squelching sounds filled the entire place along with Yoo Joonghyuk’s soft moans. Kim Dokja ain't an exhibitionist, but if someone barges into the tavern right now, he'd show them how good he makes Yoo Joonghyuk feel with just his fingers.
It's no surprise that his two fingers slide in easily, his hole shows signs that he’s clearly not a virgin anymore. The thought of other guys that f*cked Yoo Joonghyuk before leaves a sour taste in his mouth. But it’s alright, his big fat co*ck will compensate for that.
“You're kind of loose. How many co*cks have you exactly ridden?” He asked, adding another then moving his fingers faster that leaves Yoo Joonghyuk in a moaning mess.
“I'm not— ah! sure..”
Kim Dokja hums in response, pulling his fingers out. Yoo Joonghyuk whined at the empty feeling. Kim Dokja pulled his co*ck out of his pants that was leaking with pre-cum. Yoo Joonghyuk eyed it with desire, a little stunned at the sight of his huge co*ck.
“Say Joonghyuk-ah, would my co*ck be enough for you?” Just as he said those words, Yoo Joonghyuk’s entrance slowly sinks down his co*ck. The tight heat enveloping him made him groan while Yoo Joonghyuk moaned, feeling so good at how the large co*ck stretched him pleasantly.
“Nghh.!” His hips started to move in a circular motion, feeling the shape of his co*ck inside. The heat surrounding his co*ck clenched hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. Kim Dokja placed his hands on the other's hips, gripping it tightly before thrusting upwards.
“Ah..!” A sudden moan escaped Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips, turning his hazy mind into frenzy. The tip of the co*ck hit something inside him that drove him crazy. He bounced up and down on Kim Dokja's co*ck, expertly riding him like a whor*.
The sound of their skin slapping together got louder when Kim Dokja decided to thrust upwards, meeting the other's movement, purposely hitting that sweet bundle of nerves that made Yoo Joonghyuk scream in pleasure.
“S-So good.. You're so— ah..! b-big.” He moaned over his ears, f*cking himself eagerly on this absolute monster of a co*ck. Each clench around his co*ck makes him want to slam Yoo Joonghyuk on the floor and pound him relentlessly. It drives him absolutely insane how his co*ck gets milked. That hole did wonders to his co*ck. The amount of dirty things he whispered into his ear made the other shiver, how he's taking his co*ck so well, and that he'll keep cumming inside him even when he stops moving. His co*ck penetrates deep inside him, ruining his insides. When Yoo Joonghyuk opened his mouth to speak, he couldn't say what he intended to say. Instead, Kim Dokja’s name rolled out of his tongue nicely, repeating it until Kim Dokja felt himself reaching his peak.
“J-Joonghyuk… I'm g-gonna—” Having his limit reached, he started spilling his seed inside.
Yoo Joonghyuk reached his limit too, white liquid coating their abdomen. His hips continue to rock against him, gradually slowing its pace then going still. Kim Dokja felt his walls clench and unclench around his co*ck, drawing out a low groan out of him.
For a few seconds, Kim Dokja stays inside him as the other pants heavily, resting his forehead on his shoulder. Eventually, Yoo Joonghyuk raised his head to look at him.
“Yours was the biggest.” Is the first thing he uttered. Kim Dokja blinks. Once, then twice, not knowing what to respond. Yoo Joonghyuk gets off of him, walking over the counter then bending over, presenting his cum filled hole as if it was only for Kim Dokja to feast. All his rational thoughts thrown out of the window. Blood rushing straight to his hard dick
“f*ck me again.”
What an enticing offer. How can he ever refuse? Within seconds, Kim Dokja slammed back into that tight heat, drawing gasps out of Yoo Joonghyuk’s lungs. The rhythm of his thrusts are uneven but it's fast, unrelenting, and ruthless. Not giving him a chance to speak as incoherent murmurs were forced out of his pretty mouth. Kim Dokja's bruising grip made Yoo Joonghyuk whine, getting dicked down so good he started seeing stars.
Hands roamed around Yoo Joonghyuk’s body, caressing his chest. His fingers fumbling to unloosen the rest of the sleeves’ buttons. Contrary to the forceful drive of his hips, his touches are much more lenient, slowly stripping bare of Yoo Joonghyuk’s upper body clothes. His toned back slightly shivers at the feeling of Kim Dokja's trailing kisses— delicate yet electrifying.
Their moans echoed throughout the tavern, insouciant enough to care about customers possibly arriving at the scene of debauchery. A couple of good boy, so tight, so good for me echoes around the room together with the sound of skin slapping against skin, then Yoo Joonghyuk screaming his name as he’s f*cked so roughly.
Mild burst of pleasure pulses throughout Kim Dokja's body as he felt himself reaching his climax. The pleasure is intense, steadily increasing until it's overpowering. Beyond his body's endurance, yet he could not stop slamming into that tight and addicting heat. Eventually, he spilled his seed inside, feeling Yoo Joonghyuk shudder underneath him with a strangled moan.
He stays inside for a whole minute before pulling out, co*ck going slightly limp afterwards. The other let out a satisfied moan. Both of them bask in a comfortable silence, waiting for their breaths to evened out.
Shortly after, Yoo Joonghyuk gets dressed. Kim Dokja also did, even helped him put on his buttoned up shirt. The former did not miss the chance to kiss him one last time, tongue parting his lips and invading until both of them were practically drunk on each other again. Kim Dokja decided to break the kiss before it leads into another round. Not that he hates it, but the idea of possibly getting caught suddenly doesn't sound so nice now.
“Next time, let's do it somewhere more private. How about that?” He asked hopefully. The other stares at him, considering his suggestion, then pulling out a piece of paper and a small pencil from his pocket, writing something down. The action took a little longer than he expected, curious about whatever he wanted to convey through that piece of paper instead of striking up a conversation.
“Here.” He hands the paper towards him. Kim Dokja reads the content of it, eyebrow raising with an amused grin. Yoo Joonghyuk had given him his number, and wishes to meet with him again on Sunday. However, he did not specify what time nor did he include the place where they’re supposed to meet.
When he looked up to question him, the handsome man was nowhere in sight. Damn. He didn't even get to bid farewell, just gone like the wind.
Kim Dokja flipped the paper, the little message made his cheeks go red.
At XxxX. 8:00 pm.
You don't need to bring anything. Go with yourself and your big fat co*ck. I'll ride you until dawn.
