Jay's free hand continued its exploration down Seungmin's body, his fingers tracing over his stomach and down his hip, before it reached the waistband of his boxers. He teased him there for a moment, his fingers tracing idle patterns over the skin just beneath the fabric.

"Jay," Seungmin gasped, his body arching involuntarily up into Jay's touch. "Please, I can't take much more."

"Shhh," Jay murmured, his lips still preoccupied with Seungmin's neck. "I'll take care of you, baby. I'll give you everything you need."

His hand finally slipped under the elastic of Seungmin's boxers, his fingers gently stroking the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Seungmin's breath hitched in his throat, his body tensing at the feel of Jay's fingers on his skin. He felt like he was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of Jay's lips on his neck and his fingers on his thigh.

“You’re so sensitive, ” Jay murmured, his lips trailing along Seungmin’s collarbone. “It’s so hot how responsive you are. I could touch you like this all day.”

Seungmin couldn’t speak, his throat tight with need and desire. “Please,” he managed to gasp out. “Please, don’t tease me.”

“I love teasing you,” Jay murmured, his hand still stroking Seungmin’s inner thigh, getting dangerously close to where he needed it to be. “You make the most delicious sounds when I tease you.”

As Seungmin let out a loud gasp, Jay's hands moved to the waistband of Seungmin's boxers, pulling them down his legs. Seungmin's breath hitched in his throat as he was exposed, feeling suddenly vulnerable and open before him.

At the same time, Jay moved one hand to his own boxers, hooking his thumb under the elastic and slowly pulling them down. Seungmin couldn't help but stare as more and more of Jay's body was revealed, his eyes tracing over the defined muscles and toned skin.

Jay reached out to the desk drawer, retrieving a small packet and tearing it open with his teeth. Seungmin's heart was racing, his body aching with desire as he watched Jay preparing himself, unable to tear his eyes away.

Once Jay was finished, he stepped in between Seungmin’s legs, his body pressing against him, the only barrier between them now a thin layer of rubber. “Are you ready for this?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

Seungmin didn’t trust himself to speak, his mind hazy with desire and his body aching with the need to be touched. He nodded, his eyes locked on Jay’s, unable to look away.

Jay let out a low, possessive growl at Seungmin’s silent response, his hands coming up to rest on Seungmin’s hips, gripping them almost possessively. “Good,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Because I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

With that, he leaned in, capturing Seungmin’s lips in a rough kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. Seungmin’s hands came up to grip Jay’s shoulders, his body arching instinctively into the kiss, his own tongue meeting Jay’s in a desperate, needy dance.

Jay continued to kiss Seungmin, his tongue exploring every inch of his mouth, as he began to grind his hips against Seungmin’s. Seungmin gasped into the kiss, his nails digging into Jay’s shoulders as the friction sent sparks of pleasure coursing through his body.

"God, you feel so good," Jay whispered against his lips, his voice coming out in a rough, ragged gasp. "I can't get enough of you." He rolled his hips again, his movements slow and deliberate, as he continued to grind against Seungmin, the friction between them sending a shudder of pleasure through both of them.

Seungmin's head fell back, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips as Jay continued to move against him. His body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and crackling with desire. He felt like he could barely breathe, the feeling of Jay's body against his own was so overwhelming, so intense.

"Jay," he gasped out, gripping his shoulders tightly. "Please, I'm so close."

"I know," Jay said, his voice a low, ragged whisper in Seungmin's ear. "I can feel it. You're so close, baby. Let go. Let me take care of you. Let me see you come undone for me."

His words sent a surge of heat through Seungmin's body, and he bucked his hips reflexively against Jay, seeking more friction, more pressure. He was so close, so close to the edge, and he could feel himself teetering on the precipice of something huge and wonderful.

"That's it," Jay whispered. "Let go, baby. I've got you. I'll take care of you. Just let go."

Seungmin was past the point of coherent thought now, his body a jumble of sensation and need. As Jay's mouth returned to his neck, his teeth nipping at his skin, claiming him in a possessive way, Seungmin felt himself tipping over the edge, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over him

He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body arching up against Jay’s as he rode out the waves of his orgasm, his nails digging into Jay’s skin, claiming him in kind as his senses were filled with alot of things

Jay's name. "God, Seungmin," Jay whispered, his voice low and rough with desire. "Seeing you like this... It's the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

He continued to kiss Seungmin's neck and shoulders, his hands running over his body in soothing, gentle strokes, as Seungmin's breathing gradually returned to normal.
"You okay?" Jay asked, his voice soft and gentle now, the edge of possession gone from his tone.

Seungmin nodded, his muscles still shuddering with aftershocks. "Yeah," he breathed out, his voice shaky and rough. "That was... wow."

Jay let out a low, possessive growl at Seungmin's trembling voice, his arms wrapping tight around his body, pulling him close against him. "You have no idea how good you look like this," he murmured, his lips tracing a pattern over Seungmin's neck.

"All flushed and breathless, your lips swollen from my kisses. I could spend all day just looking at you like this."

Seungmin let out a shaky laugh, his body still buzzing with the afterglow of his orgasm. "If you keep talking like that, we're never going to leave this room," he said, his voice still shaking slightly.

Jay chuckled, the possessive edge still present in his voice. "And that's a problem why, exactly?" he asked. "I think I could spend a week locked in this room with you and never get tired of you."

To be continued