DPGR 176

“…Hyung, is this why you wanted to ride the Ferris wheel?”

After a short silence, Jiho asked in a trembling voice. Dojin answered, “Partly,” and took something from his pocket. It was a small velvet case.

“I’ve been preparing this for a while.”

He opened it with one hand. Inside lay a pair of rings of different sizes.

Jiho’s eyes widened more than they had at the fireworks. Dojin, embarrassed, continued.

“I wanted to give it to you at a special time, in a special place.”

“W-when did you… get this….?”

Jiho’s lips trembled. Dojin took his left hand and kissed his ring finger.

“I wanted to put a ring here and confess. Not everything went the way I planned, but…”

“……”

“It’s late, but will you accept it?”

Dojin’s face and voice looked normal, but Jiho could tell he was nervous. All this over a ring.

In facts, they were already lovers. They shared the same house, the same bed, their bodies were familiar with each other.

Jiho was satisfied with that. He thought wanting more was greed.

But Dojin wanted more. Even if not legally bound, he wanted something that would show to everyone that Jiho was his and he was Jiho’s.

Jiho felt like Dojin was looking up at him, though in reality Dojin’s head was higher.

In his black eyes like the night sky, Jiho saw desperation. His brows tightened slightly, and his lips twitched nervously.

Jiho noticed his change and let out a small laugh. He kissed Dojin’s lips.

“Of course.”

Then he spread his left hand wide and wiggled his fingers, telling him to hurry and put it on. At Jiho’s cute urging, Dojin sighed in relief and slipped the ring on.

The platinum ring was simple, and since Dojin had secretly measured Jiho’s size long ago, it fit perfectly. Jiho immediately wrapped his arms around Dojin’s neck and kissed him first.

“…..!”

It was rare for Jiho to initiate a kiss, so Dojin was surprised. But when Jiho clumsily pushed his tongue in, licking inside his mouth, Dojin responded.

He hugged Jiho’s waist tight enough to crush him, twisted his head, and dug deeper. Jiho made a nasal sound and opened his eyes slightly.

“Nn…”

In his view was Dojin’s face, eyes shut tight, brow furrowed as he focused on the kiss.

For some reason, that sight made Jiho’s face flush with heat.

“Hh, nnngh…”

Without thinking, Jiho moved his hips on Dojin’s lap.

Since Jiho had started studying, he usually collapsed into sleep at night, and Dojin hadn’t touched him. It had already been more than two weeks since they last had sex.

Dojin wasn’t the only one pent-up. Jiho had been feeling it too.

“Ha… Jiho…”

Dojin panted at the stimulation Jiho gave him. He tried to pull back and stand him up, but Jiho stubbornly refused to let go, arms locked around his neck.

“Hyung…”

His voice dripped with need, pitiful and wet, and Dojin’s eyes turned dark. Heat pressed against Jiho from below.

But the place and situation weren’t right. Dojin, face red, pointed out the window.

The Ferris wheel had already begun to descend halfway. Dojin kissed Jiho’s cheek several times, coaxing him, and whispered hoarsely.

“Just wait, just a little.”

He remembered there was a hotel right in front of the park. On a weekday, at least one room had to be empty.

“Hyung, I…”

“I know. Just a little.”

Jiho’s face was flushed, Dojin wanted to devour him whole, but barely held on to reason.

***

“Ah, nnngh…!”

“Haa….”

As soon as they entered the room, Dojin turned Jiho around and pushed him to the wall.

Jiho was caught between the wall and Dojin’s chest, gasping, unable to move.

“Open wider.”

Dojin didn’t know how he had even made it this far. Half his reason gone, he grabbed Jiho’s chin and forced it open.

He shoved his thick tongue deep into Jiho’s mouth while wedging a knee between his legs.

When he pressed firmly on the sensitive spot with his thigh, Jiho’s shoulders shuddered and he whimpered.

“Hhh, hy-hyung, ahh…”

Jiho squirmed in his arms, hands pushing onto Dojin’s shoulders. Dojin couldn’t tell if he was trying to push away or pull closer, so he covered Jiho’s hands with his own.

He guided Jiho’s arms to wrap around his neck, then let his own hand drop.

Impatient, he fumbled a few times before unbuckling Jiho’s belt and pulling down his pants and underwear together.

“Ah…!”

Jiho’s underwear was already wet from Dojin’s knee pressing earlier. A round patch had soaked through, and fluid stretched in thin threads. When the cool air touched the tip of his damp cock, Jiho trembled like a small animal caught by a predator.

Dojin slid his hand under Jiho’s shirt and stroked his side, biting his lower lip lightly. It meant, focus on the kiss.

“Nn, nngh.”

Their kiss deepened again. Dojin sucked on Jiho’s tongue, and once his attention slipped, he moved his hand down from Jiho’s waist.

His large hand, rough with calluses, wrapped around Jiho’s half-hardened cock.

“Hhh, nghh, aah…!”

Just a few squeezes and Jiho’s cock quickly swelled firm. Dojin stroked up and down, rubbing his thumb over the tip.

Pre-cum smeared across the head, making his fingers slide easily. Jiho’s body jerked, and he unconsciously rolled his hips.

“Ah, ah, nnngh.”

“Ha… feels good?”

“Hh, n-no…. Nngh… too much….”

“No? Then here.”

“Haaa!”

Dojin moved his thumb. Instead of rubbing all over the head, he pressed on the small slit at the tip.

His short nail pressed like it would dig in, and Jiho’s whole body flushed red as he cried out.

“N-no, no…! Aaah! There, hh!”

“You don’t like here?”

“D-don’t… ahh! Aaah!”

“Fu…”

Jiho’s back arched. His body stiffened and trembled. Dojin felt he was about to climax and pulled his hand away.

Jiho looked up at him with tears clinging to his lashes.

“Why, why….”

“You said stop.”

“……!”

“I have to listen to Jiho now.”

Dojin tilted his head, smiling with his eyes. Jiho’s face flushed hotter.

“Y-you’re teasing me….”

“Why? We’ve shared rings now. I should do well for you.”

“……”

“Do you want something else? Tell me. I’ll do anything.”

Do well, my ass! Jiho glared at him furiously, but Dojin only glanced down. Jiho’s cock stood hard against his belly, dripping pitifully.

Dojin tapped the swollen shaft with a mocking ease.

“How do you want me to do it? I’ll listen.”

But despite his calm face and voice, his black eyes burned with hunger. For Jiho, even that was arousing.

“…Do it.”

“Hm?”

In the end, Jiho gave in, eyes shut with shame.

“T-touch me….”

Dojin wanted to tease him further, asking where, how, in what way. But his patience was at its limit. He laughed, it almost sounded like a growl, and gripped Jiho’s cock, stroking it.

Then he bent down and took the hot tip into his mouth.

“Aah, ahhh, nngh…!”

Thick cum spurted, filling Dojin’s mouth. He swallowed it and took him deeper. Jiho shook his head in panic.

“Hhh, ah, no, nghh, don’t… don’t swallow…!”

So much for saying he’d listen. Dojin ignored the plea, licking and sucking down every drop that spilled out.

When Jiho finally finished, Dojin pushed his tongue against the slit to draw out the last bit.

“Haaah…!”

Jiho twisted, clutching his shoulder. The sensation teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. Just before it tipped too far, Dojin released him.

He sucked the last drop clean, lips pursed, and spat it out so nothing spilled. Jiho shuddered and wobbled, and Dojin quickly stood and pulled him into his arms.

“Tired already?”

“Hhh, nnngh…”

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Jiho’s face stiffened. Unlike him, stripped of pants and underwear, cock sucked raw, Dojin still looked composed.

Aside from his slightly glossy lips and the bulge in his crotch, he looked neat enough that no one would guess what had just happened.

Jiho sniffled, frozen in place, as Dojin pressed kisses on his cheek and whispered low.

“Shall we go to the bed?”

The voice, thick with arousal, sent a shiver down Jiho’s spine. He knew what was coming would be grueling, but he couldn’t shake his head.

He was looking forward to it too.

“…Yes.”

At Jiho’s answer, a feral smile curved Dojin’s lips. Holding his delicious prey in his arms, he stepped into the bedroom, his eyes shining brightly.