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Part 11

Yong-gi

"I can't believe you went and bought lube." Nam-gi covers his face as he blushes.

"Well, we couldn't fly with liquids, so you know."

He bites his lip and grabs the lube from me and scowls. "Why'd you get condoms?"

"We're here all summer. I don't think you're always going to be in the mood for some raw dogging, so I thought I'd prepare."

Nam-gi smacks me. "So crude."

"Yes, Yong-gi, I want you to fuck me tonight. Without a condom." I cackle, making fun of the brunet.

"You're such a bully! If I hadn't said it, you wouldn't have fucked me," he whines. "I'm hornyyyyyy."

I pet him and get ready to leave the parking lot as Nam-gi tries to read the label for the lube.

"Don't worry, I won't use it cold. I'll warm it up."

He blushes. "I know that. Stop teasing me. I'm Lee Nam-gi. I could fuck anyone I want."

"But all you want is me."

The blond melts. "Yeah, just you. My Red. Kim Yong-gi."

Chuckling, I place my hand on his inner thigh and he audibly gasps. He's always been sensitive to touch and it took a while for him to feel comfortable with more intense touching on my end, but I'm a patient man. I've been drawn to Nam-gi since we met and nothing about him has been a deterrent to me. When we first started getting closer, he thought the way he is would push me away, but it was the opposite. His openness and honesty with me kept me tethered to him and nowadays, I can't imagine myself in a world without him. He is mine.

My hand massages his thigh and Nam-gi swallows, gripping whatever he can. He used to be super self conscious about his thighs, especially when they started to develop more stretch marks due to all the exercise and muscle gain Asp!re put him through in such a short time, but he isn't as self conscious about his body anymore and doesn't make me turn every source of light off to have sex anymore.

"Hurry up and take me home," he whines, needy.

"Patience, baby."

"But Yong-gi," he protests, breathless, "need you now."

I cup his hard-on. "Do you want me to take care of you in the car?" I put pressure onto the erection, moving painstakingly slow.

He blushes, housing a love-hate relationship with me having him verbalize what he wants.

"Yes, Yong-gi, I want you to take care of me. I need you to touch me now."

Humming, I slip my hand under his briefs and he moans at the mere contact, rubbing the back of his head against the headrest as I pump him at a slow, steady pace.

His cheeks flush as his lips part, the car filling with a mixture of whimpers, moans, and different iterations of my name rather than what is traditionally considered music. He puts his hand to his mouth to try and stifle his sounds of pleasure, but I simply click my tongue.

"Nam-gi, why are you hiding your voice from me?" I tease with a low voice, thumbing his slit. "Are you not enjoying yourself? I thought we'd discussed this. It's important I know what you're feeling so you can feel your best. Did you forget that, Nam-gi?"

"N-No, I didn't forget." He removes his hand, staring at me with lust-filled eyes. "Please don't stop, Yong-gi. You always make me feel good and comfortable. I love how you touch me."

I smile at him and he breathes heavily as my hand starts up again, going in slow motion. Sadly for him, I can't let him come in this car since we don't own it, so instead, I edge him, slowing and stopping every time he gets close.