Life imitating art: 2Moons2 fanfic

Nine days: part 4

They had a long, giggly shower afterwards, with Joong insisting on washing Nine.

"I can do it myself."

"But I want to, P'. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" 

In the end, Nine let Joong wash his hair, and he had to admit it felt good. He was a little achy, and sore, after their athletics earlier, and the hot water and Joong's big tender hands were easing that soreness out of him. Joong dried him, too, with a big fluffy towel, and then dragged Nine to the bed with him and rolled Nine over under him.

"Let me dress, you idiot," Nine muttered, the feel of Joong's bare skin against his making his stomach flutter again.

"Not yet. I want to see."

"See what?"

"That you're okay."

"What do you mean?"

Joong flipped Nine on his tummy and spread his cheeks and sighed with relief when he saw the pink little hole, looking none the worse for wear. 

"It's okay!" He couldn't take his eyes off it, despite Nine squirming and hissing at him angrily. "So cute, P'!" He kissed it, right on the pucker. "Thank you." He felt such tenderness at that little miracle, that had given him so much pleasure, that it didn't even cross his mind to hesitate before kissing it.

Nine squealed. "What are you...? Must you...? Whyyyy...???!"

Joong giggled and licked the bud quickly, as a joke, but Nine's reaction surprised him.

Nine felt the tongue swipe at his tender bud and all air whooshed out of his lungs. His arms, which had been trying to get leverage on the bed to dislodge Joong, lost all their strength and he flopped face down on the bed, his red face buried in the pillow. "Aahhh....!"

Joong's eyes went round. "Oh." He looked at the winking bud and licked it tentatively again. Nine let out a tremulous moan, half buried in the pillow.

"Oh, nice..." Joong murmured, his breath hot on the bud, which twitched again. "You like this...?" Joong teased and licked it again. Nine's response was lost in the pillow, but the way he pushed against Joong's tongue told Joong all he needed to know.

Soon Joong's tongue was flicking back and forth, his hands grabbing Nine's hips tightly, but there was no need. Nine was limp with the new sensations, lost in a world which made no sense, but which he didn't want to leave just yet. How could Joong like this? How could he, Nine, love it so much? He muffled his embarrassed groan into the pillow again.

Joong was equally surprised. This was what he had read online and been grossed out enough to slam his laptop shut. But this was Nine. And Nine was making the most delicious sounds and Joong realised that he would do anything to hear him again. He licked a little more firmly, and Nine's whole body trembled.

Then Joong's warm, big hand slid under Nine and found his cock, already hard and leaking. Nine mewled. His hips started undulating against the tongue now licking him teasingly, just around the rim and flicking there, and Nine needed more. His voice rose with demand.

Joong was so hard he had to grind his erection against the sheets, looking for some relief, but nothing helped. He needed more, but first... He felt he still owed Nine something. His hand stroked more firmly, making Nine shudder, and Joong whirled his tongue around the bud, then dipped in as deep as he could, and was rewarded with a wail.

Nine was beyond shame, beyond embarrassment, beyond any reason, his hips moving on their own accord, his hands grabbing hard on the pillow where he had buried his face. "Oh oh oh! I'm gonna...!" he wailed, and then the tongue pushed inside him and Nine shuddered his climax into Joong's hand, groaning into the pillow as the waves of pleasure swept him away.