I suppose that’s why I’m here. Here

I suppose that’s why I’m here. Here being standing between two handsome men who are more than willing to assist me with any desire I could conceive of, or even concoct a few new ones if need be.

We’re somewhere private enough, with seating nearby and a counter behind us. They are tall, y and handsome, similar but all part of a delightful combination when submission comes into play. We are at that moment when intent becomes action, and my heart is already racing.

Jongin makes the first move. Bridging the gap between us in a single step, his hand snakes around my waist and draws our bodies close. Though only slightly taller than me, it is enough that he has to lower his lips to meet mine and he does so slowly, allowing us a few shared breaths first. The anticipation swells, and the eventual kiss makes my ache with demands for attention.

We are frenzied. I tease him with my tongue. He nips at my lip. His fingers dig into the curve of my hip and I can feel his stirring against me. My arms lift to drape around his neck and we both lean into each other instinctively. A murmur of pleasure passes my lips, unbidden, as he coils his hand into my hair and tugs sharply.

Our lips part, my head is thrown back, and his tongue and teeth graze along my jawline to my neck.

“What do you want?” he questions me, blunt and demanding. My scalp stings but my pulse quickens as I compose my reply.

“What you want. me. Use me.” My voice trembles at the thought and my responds wetly to the image. “Both of you, everywhere. Just make me come harder than I ever have.”

Sehun chuckles behind me, amused in part by my words and by Jongin’s subtly shocked reaction. His cursory surprise does not escape me either; I can hear his breath stutter, a momentary pause in the rhythm, as my statement sinks in.

Sehun is well aware of my proclivities, my brash statements and my imploring pleas, but Jongin…Jongin is about to learn.

As am I, I realize, when Jongin shifts his other hand from my hip up to my neck. He cups me under my jaw, thumb and forefinger holding me in place firmly. A smile flickers across my lips, a thrill I can’t hide, enjoying his immediate response to my request.

His words, like his lips, are soft and moist against my ear. “You’re damn right you’ll come.” I murmur nonsense in agreement. “When I want you to.”

He punctuates his statement by shoving me down onto my knees in front of him. Eye level with his , I watch as he frees it from his pants. He is hard, thick and weighty, precome glistening on the tip of his head. I moisten my lips with my tongue, eager to taste him.

One hand tangled in my hair, the other stroking himself slowly, Jongin pulls me close enough that I’m able to a trail along the underside of his . He shifts his body slightly, letting go of my hair to reach behind him, gripping the countertop to steel himself. Able to move more freely now, my lips pucker and press gently against his head. I let him rest on my mouth, peppering the tip with slow, pouty kisses, sucking him gently, gradually between my lips. My tongue glides along the length of his as I work him down my throat until I can take no more. He arches his back and moves his hand to the back of my head, holding me in place.

My hips shift forward, throbbing as my breathing pauses, his deep in my throat. I start to move my hand between my thighs but look up at him pleadingly before continuing. He nods down at me and I quickly cup my mound over my jeans, my fingertips probing between my lips through the coarse cloth.

His grip on my hair loosens and I slide him out of my mouth enough to catch my breath. My catches between my finger and the seam of my jeans, and a spasm of pleasure rolls through me. My eyes flutter closed and I moan, taking his inside me again, beginning to work him rhythmically with my mouth.

There’s the sound of furniture stirring across the floor behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Sehun has repositioned a love seat to face us and is seated, absentmindedly fondling his through his pants. Watching Sehun incites me to tease Jongin more. I alternate between sucking him deep and hard at a slow, steady pace and then switching over to swirling my tongue around his head and down his shaft.

Jongin is leaning against the counter using both hands now, rocking slightly from my ministrations. I wrap one hand around the base of his , guiding him between my lips, while my other hand is planted firmly over my , working against the fabric to build my .

My body is thrumming with excitement, beyond sensitive to every shift of my tank top against my s, every muscle tensing in my thighs, every indication of my climax approaching.

I lose myself in the sensations, eyes closed and moaning around his in my mouth, ready to shudder with ic relief. Without warning, he reaches down and grips my hair sharply. I look up in surprise, still between my lips, my suspended on the edge.

“Not yet.”

Somehow, his refusal almost sends me past the point of no return but I restrain myself, hand on my slowing to a crawl as I draw out my pleasure. I continue thrusting him into my mouth, more greedily now as I ride the edge of my . I hear moans and whimpers that take me a minute to recognize as my own.

After a few minutes of blissful torment, Sehun pipes up. “Let her finish. She can do this all day.”

Grateful, I glance over at him. His hard is firmly in hand, though he’s barely stroking himself, just focusing on watching us instead. My eyes shift up to Jongin’s, pleading wordlessly as the tip of my tongue darts along the junction of his head and shaft. He grunts his approval down at me and I take him inside me to the hilt as my fingers reach a blazing pace on my and finally, finally, my tumbles through me. Screaming wordlessly, filled completely, I come, gasping for air between moans. He holds my head in place as the pleasure spreads through my and only lets go when I’m suddenly, inexplicably, having difficulty supporting my trembling body.

His slides out of my mouth as he reaches down and gathers me up in his arms. The burst of pleasure is subsiding, and he kisses me gently until it ebbs completely. I’m amazed at how hard I’ve come, and we’ve only just begun. That realization and, less subtly, his hand groping at my , bring me back into the moment with a renewed throb of lust in my center.

Smiling, I break away from the kiss and stand up on tiptoes slightly to pause near his ear. “Thank you, Jongin. May I have another?” I whisper before nibbling at his neck. He clutches my firmly, cupping my cheeks and crushing me into his body.

His twitches against my mound, my jeans already soaked through along the seam. He reaches between us to confirm this with a satisfied smirk. His fingers stroke me from to , slowly and methodically. I squirm but he holds me still, his lips teasing mine. He steps back to undo my pants, crouching as he slides them and my panties down. Even the rustle of fabric over my makes me shiver, though not as much as his breath against my shaved does. He pauses, looking me over and bracing my with his hands, before lowering his lips to my . A single kiss makes me sigh before he slides his tongue between my lips to the entrance of my and laps upward.

The sensations almost overwhelm me, my body reacting strongly to his touch. I arc my hips forward, giving him easier access, and he repeats the motion with his tongue, slow and deliberate.

My hands run over his scalp, nails trailing and clutching at him with each stroke. I’m too wound up; my legs are unstable, even with him supporting my . He picks up on my uncertainty when his next stroke actually causes my knees to buckle momentarily.

He looks up at me, grinning, before standing back up and motioning for me to step out of the pants still encircling my ankles. He joins me in shedding that layer of clothing and when we’re finished, he reaches behind me, grips my and thighs and lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around him without hesitation, and I can feel the length of his pressing against my and .

“,” I mutter out loud without intending to. Feeling him so close, so hard, is torment all over again.

“Yeah?” he responds, still grinning. He digs his fingers into my and starts sliding my wet back and forth over his , but not putting it inside yet.

“God-ing-damn.” The list goes on as I verbalize my frustrations. He cuts me off with a kiss and swings us around, taking a few steps before lowering me to the ground. As he lowers me, his glides between my lips, over my , until it is pressed against my mound again. I’m about to continue my verbal abuse when he spins me around and bends me over on the back of a conveniently placed, comfortably padded chair in front of me.

Sehun is seated on the love seat directly across from us, still stroking himself lazily, though a bit more firmly now. His eyes are watching me intensely.

Jongin’s hands slide up my back, underneath my tank top, before moving back down to my , smoothing over each globe and then spreading my cheeks. I grip the chair, watching Sehun’s slide between his fingers.

Releasing my , Jongin moves his hands down over my thighs, all the way to my calves and ankles, kneeling in the process. He shifts my legs apart even more, so I’m fully spread before him. Gripping my again, my cheeks spread, he starts trails along my thigh to my glistening lips. I lean down more and he buries his face in my . His tongue starts at my , teasing the pert button, and then drags through the path between my lips, sliding inside me for a second. He repeats this, occasionally slicking his tongue around my , making me squirm and back toward him.

My eyes remain trained on Sehun the entire time, watching him stroke himself with more intensity as my own builds. Seeing his pleasure growing as I moan under Jongin’s touch makes my pulse and throb in unison.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Saya rasa itulah mengapa saya di sini. Di sini yang berdiri di antara dua orang tampan yang lebih dari bersedia untuk membantu saya dengan keinginan saya bisa memahami, atau bahkan menyusun beberapa yang baru jika perlu.Kita berada di suatu tempat, pribadi dengan tempat duduk dekat dan counter di belakang kami. Mereka adalah tinggi, y dan tampan, serupa tapi semua bagian dari kombinasi menyenangkan ketika pengajuan datang ke dalam bermain. Kami pada saat itu ketika niat menjadi tindakan, dan hati saya sudah balap.Jongin membuat langkah pertama. Menjembatani kesenjangan antara kita dalam satu langkah, tangannya ular di sekitar pinggang dan menarik tubuh kita tutup. Meskipun hanya sedikit lebih tinggi daripada saya, sudah cukup bahwa ia harus menurunkan bibirnya bertemu saya dan dia melakukan begitu lambat, memungkinkan kita napas bersama beberapa pertama. Antisipasi membengkak, dan membuat ciuman akhirnya saya sakit dengan menuntut perhatian.Kami hiruk pikuk. Saya menggodanya dengan lidah saya. Ia nips di bibir saya. Jarinya menggali lekuk pinggul dan aku bisa merasakan nya pengadukan terhadap saya. Lengan saya angkat untuk menggantungkan lehernya dan kami berdua bersandar ke satu sama lain secara naluriah. Gumaman kesenangan melewati bibir saya, unbidden, seperti yang ia gulungan tangannya ke rambut saya dan penarik tajam.Bagian bibir kami, kepala saya dibuang kembali, dan lidah dan gigi nya merumput sepanjang rahang saya ke leher saya."Apa yang Anda inginkan?" dia pertanyaan saya, tumpul dan menuntut. Sengatan kulit kepala saya tapi denyut nadi mempercepat seperti saya menulis jawaban saya."Apa yang Anda inginkan. saya. Gunakan aku." Suaraku gentar pemikiran dan tanggap saya wetly untuk gambar. "Kedua Anda, di mana-mana. Hanya membuat saya datang lebih keras daripada yang pernah saya miliki."Sehun terkekeh belakangku, geli sebagian oleh kata-kata saya dan Jongin's halus terkejut reaksi. Kejutan sepintas tidak melarikan diri saya baik; Aku bisa mendengar nafasnya gagap, jeda sesaat dalam irama, sebagai pernyataan saya tenggelam.Sehun sangat menyadari kecenderungan saya, laporan saya kurang ajar dan saya imploring permohonan, tapi Jongin... Jongin adalah untuk belajar.Seperti aku, aku menyadari, ketika Jongin bergeser tangannya lain dari pinggul saya ke leher saya. Ia cangkir saya di bawah rahang saya, ibu jari dan telunjuk memegang tegas di tempat. Senyum berkedip di bibir saya, sensasi yang aku tidak bisa menyembunyikan, menikmati respon pertamanya untuk permintaan saya.Kata-katanya, seperti bibirnya, lembut dan lembab terhadap telingaku. "Kau sialan kanan Anda akan datang." Gumamku omong kosong dalam perjanjian. "Ketika saya ingin Anda."Ia arsitektur pernyataan oleh mendorong saya turun ke lutut saya di depannya. Mata tingkat dengan-nya, aku menonton karena dia membebaskan dari celananya. Dia sulit, tebal dan berat, precome berkilauan di ujung kepala. Saya melembabkan bibir saya dengan lidah saya, bersemangat untuk rasa nya.One hand tangled in my hair, the other stroking himself slowly, Jongin pulls me close enough that I’m able to a trail along the underside of his . He shifts his body slightly, letting go of my hair to reach behind him, gripping the countertop to steel himself. Able to move more freely now, my lips pucker and press gently against his head. I let him rest on my mouth, peppering the tip with slow, pouty kisses, sucking him gently, gradually between my lips. My tongue glides along the length of his as I work him down my throat until I can take no more. He arches his back and moves his hand to the back of my head, holding me in place.My hips shift forward, throbbing as my breathing pauses, his deep in my throat. I start to move my hand between my thighs but look up at him pleadingly before continuing. He nods down at me and I quickly cup my mound over my jeans, my fingertips probing between my lips through the coarse cloth.His grip on my hair loosens and I slide him out of my mouth enough to catch my breath. My catches between my finger and the seam of my jeans, and a spasm of pleasure rolls through me. My eyes flutter closed and I moan, taking his inside me again, beginning to work him rhythmically with my mouth.There’s the sound of furniture stirring across the floor behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I see that Sehun has repositioned a love seat to face us and is seated, absentmindedly fondling his through his pants. Watching Sehun incites me to tease Jongin more. I alternate between sucking him deep and hard at a slow, steady pace and then switching over to swirling my tongue around his head and down his shaft.Jongin is leaning against the counter using both hands now, rocking slightly from my ministrations. I wrap one hand around the base of his , guiding him between my lips, while my other hand is planted firmly over my , working against the fabric to build my .My body is thrumming with excitement, beyond sensitive to every shift of my tank top against my s, every muscle tensing in my thighs, every indication of my climax approaching.I lose myself in the sensations, eyes closed and moaning around his in my mouth, ready to shudder with ic relief. Without warning, he reaches down and grips my hair sharply. I look up in surprise, still between my lips, my suspended on the edge.“Not yet.”Somehow, his refusal almost sends me past the point of no return but I restrain myself, hand on my slowing to a crawl as I draw out my pleasure. I continue thrusting him into my mouth, more greedily now as I ride the edge of my . I hear moans and whimpers that take me a minute to recognize as my own.After a few minutes of blissful torment, Sehun pipes up. “Let her finish. She can do this all day.”Grateful, I glance over at him. His hard is firmly in hand, though he’s barely stroking himself, just focusing on watching us instead. My eyes shift up to Jongin’s, pleading wordlessly as the tip of my tongue darts along the junction of his head and shaft. He grunts his approval down at me and I take him inside me to the hilt as my fingers reach a blazing pace on my and finally, finally, my tumbles through me. Screaming wordlessly, filled completely, I come, gasping for air between moans. He holds my head in place as the pleasure spreads through my and only lets go when I’m suddenly, inexplicably, having difficulty supporting my trembling body.His slides out of my mouth as he reaches down and gathers me up in his arms. The burst of pleasure is subsiding, and he kisses me gently until it ebbs completely. I’m amazed at how hard I’ve come, and we’ve only just begun. That realization and, less subtly, his hand groping at my , bring me back into the moment with a renewed throb of lust in my center.Smiling, I break away from the kiss and stand up on tiptoes slightly to pause near his ear. “Thank you, Jongin. May I have another?” I whisper before nibbling at his neck. He clutches my firmly, cupping my cheeks and crushing me into his body.His twitches against my mound, my jeans already soaked through along the seam. He reaches between us to confirm this with a satisfied smirk. His fingers stroke me from to , slowly and methodically. I squirm but he holds me still, his lips teasing mine. He steps back to undo my pants, crouching as he slides them and my panties down. Even the rustle of fabric over my makes me shiver, though not as much as his breath against my shaved does. He pauses, looking me over and bracing my with his hands, before lowering his lips to my . A single kiss makes me sigh before he slides his tongue between my lips to the entrance of my and laps upward.The sensations almost overwhelm me, my body reacting strongly to his touch. I arc my hips forward, giving him easier access, and he repeats the motion with his tongue, slow and deliberate.My hands run over his scalp, nails trailing and clutching at him with each stroke. I’m too wound up; my legs are unstable, even with him supporting my . He picks up on my uncertainty when his next stroke actually causes my knees to buckle momentarily.He looks up at me, grinning, before standing back up and motioning for me to step out of the pants still encircling my ankles. He joins me in shedding that layer of clothing and when we’re finished, he reaches behind me, grips my and thighs and lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around him without hesitation, and I can feel the length of his pressing against my and .“,” I mutter out loud without intending to. Feeling him so close, so hard, is torment all over again.“Yeah?” he responds, still grinning. He digs his fingers into my and starts sliding my wet back and forth over his , but not putting it inside yet.“God-ing-damn.” The list goes on as I verbalize my frustrations. He cuts me off with a kiss and swings us around, taking a few steps before lowering me to the ground. As he lowers me, his glides between my lips, over my , until it is pressed against my mound again. I’m about to continue my verbal abuse when he spins me around and bends me over on the back of a conveniently placed, comfortably padded chair in front of me.Sehun is seated on the love seat directly across from us, still stroking himself lazily, though a bit more firmly now. His eyes are watching me intensely.Jongin’s hands slide up my back, underneath my tank top, before moving back down to my , smoothing over each globe and then spreading my cheeks. I grip the chair, watching Sehun’s slide between his fingers.Releasing my , Jongin moves his hands down over my thighs, all the way to my calves and ankles, kneeling in the process. He shifts my legs apart even more, so I’m fully spread before him. Gripping my again, my cheeks spread, he starts trails along my thigh to my glistening lips. I lean down more and he buries his face in my . His tongue starts at my , teasing the pert button, and then drags through the path between my lips, sliding inside me for a second. He repeats this, occasionally slicking his tongue around my , making me squirm and back toward him.My eyes remain trained on Sehun the entire time, watching him stroke himself with more intensity as my own builds. Seeing his pleasure growing as I moan under Jongin’s touch makes my pulse and throb in unison.