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r/Cigarettes • 24 hrs ago
xxjhng
Is it just me or are you guys kind of fucking pathetic?
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the neurotic babble of assholes in the throes of substance abuse, but at what point do you look at yourself in the mirror and say, damn, this is sad? Everyone enjoys a drunk cigarette. Fine. But, some of you are genuinely on the floor retching if you can’t get your fix (read: chain smoking a carton a day in the alley behind your apartment building that I can only assume is a shithole). I saw someone concerned that they wouldn’t be able to go a few days without their Newports because their wife wanted to go on vacation. Are you serious? NEWPORTS? That’s so devastating. I’m so glad I’m not you. Genuinely. Thank you for reminding me that I’m not a complete joke.
TLDR: Thanks for being so pitiful that I feel good about myself for being thirty two and a former alcoholic rather than a current smoker.
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↳rippingcigs
wtf is your damage bro
↳jjeongbg
I’m sure you’re fun at parties.
↓ xxjhng
That’s what your girlfriend told me when she was sitting on my dick. She said she liked that I didn’t smell rancid.
↳ILuvNewports99
die
↳ wwwwd96
lmao i’ve literally been thinking the same thing. no one here is making fun of anyone, they’re all just jacking off over slowly sucking themselves into a painful death. big ups for saying something.
↓ xxjhng
Thank you. I appreciate finding someone that hasn’t deprived their brain of oxygen so severely that they think it’s normal to take vanity photos of their cigarettes like they’re showing off a newborn.
↓ wwwwd96
happy to be here.
↳myironlung
This you? 192.168.1.254
↓ xxjhng
LOL. failed IP sweep plus the Radiohead user paints a really lovely picture.
r/Cigarettes • 10 hrs ago
wwwwd69
i asked my therapist…
i was in chili’s earlier this week.
sick, i know, but my nephew is obsessed. he likes the chips.
regardless, when we arrived, the hostess asked— smoking or non-smoking. i said non, obviously, because i’m not generally keen on being forced to deteriorate my own health because other people can’t handle the hard truth that they’re addicted to their mouth tasting like burnt asshole just for the slightest buzz. (genuinely, i recommend cocaine. at least that’s more respectable.)
anyway, the hostess said that the non-smoking section had an hour wait, but smoking she could get us in right away. i looked down at my nephew— all big, bright eyes and innocence, and i said, “no. we’ll be going.” because i respect him, and his mother, and i refuse to subject him to the selfishness of indoor smoking before he’s old enough to determine right from wrong.
so, i asked my therapist when i went the next day, “what is wrong with smokers?” and she looked me in the eye, and said, “how much time do you have?”
it wasn’t the answer i was expecting, but it was the answer i needed. i suspect that many of you could also use that sort of answer. a come to jesus moment, one may say. an epiphany. we can start now, together. This is wrong. This will hurt me and others. Smoking inside is asinine and selfish.
there you go. i can already tell you’re getting the hang of it.
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↳chew00bacca
can we please fucking ban these assholes?
↓ xxjhng
Why? Free speech is alive and well, is it not?
↓ wwwwd96
will that protect me from assaulting the next smoker i meet on the street?
↓ xxjhng
Unfortunately not— though, I do operate under the assumption that if the person you’re attacking is enough of a washout, you can get away with anything as long as you know how to talk.
↓ wwwwd96
ah, then i should be safe.
↓ xxjhng
Because you’re good at talking, or because all smokers are washouts?
↓ wwwwd96
both.
↓↓ CigaretteGuy696969 [mod]
All inflammatory posts will be deleted and all repeat offenders will be permanently banned from the sub.
↓↓ xxjhng
Boo you.
↓↓ wwwwd96
die.
↳johnnyjsuh
What do you get out of this?
↓ wwwwd96
makes my dick hard.
↓ johnnyjsuh
Fair enough, man.
↳ xxjhng
They’ve got us. It’s been an honor and a pleasure. I’ll be back in three to five business days when I get around to creating a new email address.
↓ wwwwd96
it’s a little romantic, no? holding hands as we’re burned under the butt of some greasy fuck’s cigarette?
↓ xxjhng
It is. You’re right. I’m passionately kissing you as we succumb to our fate. Maybe in our next life we’ll meet again.
↓ wwwwd96
i’m on MSN. same user. no pressure.
↓ xxjhng
Fuck, I think I just came.
[You are permanently banned from posting in r/Cigarettes]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
wonwoo says:funny running into you here
Joshua says:Terrible line. C minus, maybe even worse.
wonwoo says:can’t be the worst you’ve heard.
Joshua says:Definitely not. I’m hot. I hear a lot of lines.
wonwoo says:that sounds like a line.
Joshua says:You wish it was.
wonwoo says:kind of, yeah.
i’m not really used to this.
msn friendship.
Joshua says:Is that what this is?
I barely know anything about you.
wonwoo says:jeon wonwoo. 31. canada.
Joshua says:Which part?
wonwoo says:winnipeg.
Joshua says:Hot.
wonwoo says:and you’re 32. former alcoholic. current asshole.
american?
Joshua says:How’d you know?
wonwoo says:your email address is joshhongchicago.
terrible choice btw.
what if i wanted to kill you?
Joshua says:Right. You’d have to fight your way through the dozen other Joshua Hong’s in the third biggest city in America.
I think I’m fine.
I’m a photographer. The email is a necessary evil.
wonwoo says:trusting.
Joshua says:I’ve got a good feeling.
wonwoo says:from just a few posts in r/cigarettes?
Joshua says:You said hate posting makes you hard.
That’s pretty much the bar.
wonwoo says:i don’t actually have a nephew.
[Joshua is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:No nephew.
wonwoo says:no therapist. no chili’s.
seriously, fuck chili's
Joshua says:Why, then?
wonwoo says:love of the game.
i used to write xfiles fanfic.
i miss flexing my creative muscles.
Joshua says:Anything I’d know?
wonwoo says:do you fuck with tentacles?
Joshua says:Depends.
Who’s taking?
wonwoo says:mulder, obviously.
Joshua says:Link me.
wonwoo says:[link]
[Joshua is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:Gay?
wonwoo says:for the right person.
Joshua says:Bullshit.
wonwoo says:maybe you’re just the right person.
Joshua says:Yeah, me and Fox Mulder.
wonwoo says::shrug:
[wonwoo is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:What does your username mean?
wonwoo says:what would wonwoo do
Joshua says:Right.
And what would he do?
wonwoo says:whatever jesus wouldn’t.
Joshua says:I hated that.
wonwoo says:religious?
Joshua says:No, just literate.
And the 96?
wonwoo says:69 is overdone.
[Joshua is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
wonwoo says:ever get around to making that second reddit account?
Joshua says:No.
Wouldn’t be any fun without you, Wonu.
wonwoo says:we could always pick another sub to bully.
r/marijuana?
Joshua says:Ugh.
It’s just not the same.
wonwoo says:i know.
Joshua says:At least we have this.
wonwoo says:at least.
[wonwoo is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
wonwoo says:i was thinking about you today.
Joshua says:Wow.
That’s… really sad.
wonwoo says:i know.
unfortunately, that did make my dick twitch.
Joshua says:I’m sure it did.
This will too.
[Joshua is offline.]
wonwoo says:yeah. you’re right, it did.
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:Thought about you today.
wonwoo says:no you didn’t.
Joshua says:No I didn’t.
[joshua is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
wonwoo says:i got asked out today.
coworker.
Joshua says:Huh.
wonwoo says:said i’d give her an answer on monday.
pending some fuckhead i met online telling me how serious he is about me.
Joshua says:Good choice.
I’m easily jealous.
I mate for life.
wonwoo says:she looked at me like i was stupid.
i don’t even know what you look like.
Joshua says:Is that the only holdup?
wonwoo says:yeah. i want you i need you oh baby oh baby.
i think i’m in love with you.
Joshua says:Embarrassing.
wonwoo says:tell me about it.
Joshua says:Annoying.
[Joshua is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:Me, about thirty minutes ago.
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Take it or leave it.
wonwoo says:taking it.
please. god.
tell me you’re not fucking with me.
Joshua says:Why would I fuck with you?
We met on r/Cigarettes.
That’s the highest form of self.
We’ve successfully reached enlightenment.
wonwoo says:me, the last time i was in front of a camera.
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take it or leave it.
Joshua says:Hands?
wonwoo says:[image.40024]
Joshua says:Taking it.
wonwoo says:good.
ever been to winnipeg?
Joshua says:No.
wonwoo says:what would it take?
Joshua says:At least seven.
wonwoo says:seven what?
Joshua says:Inches.
[wonwoo is offline.]
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
wonwoo says:my ruler only had centimeters.
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[Joshua is offline.]
“Huh,” Joshua says. He shoves a headband into his hair to keep it out of his eyes and scoots his desk chair as far forward as he possibly can to squint at his screen.
Two cock pics, just for him. How generous. One of them is literally the dick laying on top of a ruler. Just over twenty one centimeters.
Joshua clicks open his browser, typing the conversion into Google.
Eight point five. Shit. Is this guy for real?
Three clicks and he’s back to the chat. He blows up the images, rolling his cursor over the shaft appraisingly. It’s a nice cock. Big— clearly. Veiny— which, is a really gross word, but it’s doing something for him in practice. It’s clearly the same cock in both pictures, which is a good sign. Joshua is kind of over the fake shit, honestly.
He’s never really bothered to go this far for anyone he’s fucking around with online, but Wonwoo makes it easy. He’s too ready and willing to be a total liar. Maybe he’s lying a little bit now. Joshua doesn’t really care. He cares if he’s in serious risk of imminent harm if he gets on a plane to Winnipeg— wherever the fuck that is— for some big, veiny dick. Gross.
A few years ago, Joshua met a man online that turned out to be a fifty-four year old lesbian trying to scam men for money. It didn’t work, obviously. Joshua figured her out right away. Doesn’t matter— what matters is that she taught him how to hack into anyone’s MSN account. He doesn’t often have the need to do it— and, honestly, he’s not motivated enough to try ninety percent of the time.
Sometimes he’ll log into Jeonghan’s just to see if Jeonghan had cancelled their plans for a legitimate reason, or just so Jeonghan can have weird e-sex with his very real live-in boyfriend again. That’s happened more than thrice. Joshua has only joined their weird e-sex once, mid-hacking.
Wonwoo’s account takes some trial and error. Joshua rolls his eyes when he finally gets in, because he should have started there— he just figured Wonwoo would have better security than he does. But, then again, his MSN name is the same name he uses to bully smokers on Reddit.
Joshua’s left hand curls into a fist on his desk as Wonwoo’s account populates. His friend list isn’t expansive. There’s only a handful of people he seems to chat with often. Joshua is at the top of the list.
He clicks around, opening up Wonwoo’s chats one at a time to scroll through for any indication that he’s not who he says he is. That he’s not a murderer. That his cock is legitimately eight point five inches long.
ksy <[email protected]>
—
ksy says:chan agrees with me.
cock pics are in.
it’s the new millennium, we’re all about cock pics now.
who’s the last person that saw your cock anyway?
wonwoo says:…
ksy says:oh my god wonu please tell me it wasn’t me
i cannot be the last person that saw your cock.
it’s been a year.
i have a boyfriend now!
your cock is big and veiny! why aren’t you slinging it!?
wonwoo says:it’s not like i’m psyched about the fact that it was you
ksy says:chan says that’s sad too
wonwoo says:thanks chan
it’s like you guys are the same person
thats crazy
ksy says:isnt it <333
send the cock pics wonu
this is dire.
[ksy is offline.]
vernon <[email protected]>
—
vernon says:hop on league
i have an hour before sk gets home
and then i’m getting a blowjob so i will be otherwise occupied
wonwoo says:real romantic.
i can tell why he loves you.
vernon says:at least my boyfriend lives with me
yours is probably going to get stopped at border control for bringing a gun in his suitcase
to kill you.
if that wasn’t clear.
wonwoo says:we met online and you’re not trying to kill me.
vernon says:bad data.
u playing or no?
wonwoo says:ya
give me ten
vernon says:dope
[vernon is offline.]
jinsol <[email protected]>
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jinsol says:Here’s the pics from last weekend :DD
You and gyu look so cute <33
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[jinsol is offline.]
Mingyu Kim <[email protected]>
—
Mingyu Kim says:What are you doing next weekend?
wonwoo says:tbd
why?
Mingyu Kim says:I wanna do something!!
wonwoo says:bike ride saturday morning?
Mingyu Kim says:Fuck you.
wonwoo says:lmao
i’ll let you know if i’m free
i’m gonna send cock pics to that guy i've been talking to and see if he wants to fly out
Mingyu Kim says:Wonwoo.
Do not send cock pics to the guy you met on Reddit.
wonwoo says:soonyoung said it’s fine
Mingyu Kim says:Wonwoo.
wonwoo says:too late, anyway.
Mingyu Kim says:Oh my god.
You’re going to get murdered.
wonwoo says:wouldn’t be the worst way to go.
he’s so pretty, mingyu.
Mingyu Kim says:Do not call me as you are bleeding out.
[Kim Mingyu is offline.]
“Buzzkill,” Joshua snorts.
It’s more than enough information to determine that, yeah, Wonwoo is real. He is who he says. He has friends that worry for him, and he hasn’t gotten laid in a year, and he’s friends with at least one woman, which means something. And, his cock is definitely eight point five inches long. Joshua mostly cares about that last one.
He logs out of Wonwoo’s account, and back into his.
wonwoo <[email protected]>
—
Joshua says:Buy me a plane ticket.
“Can we know where the fuck you’re going now that we’re nearly to the fucking airport?” Jeonghan drawls, stretching his arm across to prop his hand against Seungcheol’s headrest, cranking around to glare at Joshua like he’s personally offended him.
“You know that guy I met on the cigarettes subreddit?”
“Yeah,” Jeonghan says at the same time Seungcheol says, “What?”
“Hush,” Jeonghan tsks, pressing his hand over Seungcheol’s mouth. Seungcheol’s arms jerk slightly, the car jerking with him.
“Right. He bought me a plane ticket.”
“Excuse me?” Seungcheol blurts, his words vaguely muffled by Jeonghan’s hand.
Jeonghan narrows his eyes. “You’re going to get killed. In Canada, no less. How pathetic.”
“Eh,” Joshua sighs, leaning back against the seat. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you serious?” Seungcheol laughs incredulously. “Should I, like, turn around?”
“Do not turn around,” Joshua orders, pointing at Seungcheol in the rear view. “I will jump out of the moving vehicle, I swear to god, Seungcheol.”
“How big is his dick?” Jeonghan asks. He ignores the strangled noise Seungcheol makes. Joshua can only imagine how often he’s ignoring Seungcheol choking.
Joshua sits up straighter, barely trying to hide his smile. “Eight point five. And thick.”
“No shit,” Jeonghan breathes, eyes widening.
Seungcheol makes another annoying noise. He looks over his shoulder for half a second. “His dick is going to kill you if he doesn’t!”
“I hope it does. I’m kind of bored.”
“A good way to go,” Jeonghan nods, finally settling back into his seat.
“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol whispers, as if Joshua won’t be able to hear from the seat right behind them. “You can't seriously be okay with this.”
Jeonghan pats Seungcheol’s thigh. “Joshua is a big boy, Cheollie. He needs to learn his own lessons.”
Joshua doesn’t speak to either of them the rest of the ride. It doesn’t feel productive.
Wonwoo meets Joshua in the parking lot of the Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport. What a fucking mouthful.
“Oh, god,” Wonwoo says. He’s tall. Maybe six feet. His hands are shaking— which somehow gets Joshua going, despite it all— and he’s lifting his glasses up to wipe his face, because they started fogging. “Fuck.”
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Joshua says, just before he fists a hand in Wonwoo’s McGill University t-shirt and yanks him in.
Wonwoo is big enough to stop it if he wanted to. He clearly doesn’t want to, though, if the way he’s slipping Joshua tongue is anything to go by. His hands immediately find purchase over Joshua’s ass, and Joshua is pushing his glasses up into his hair, and moaning into Wonwoo’s mouth in a borderline pornographic way just because he thinks it will be funny. Wonwoo emits a tight whine in response, hunching over a little bit like Joshua’s just kicked his knees out.
When Joshua pulls back, he has to push Wonwoo away from him by the chest to make sure he doesn’t chase after him again. A thick string of spit connects them for a second. It’s lewd. Joshua is pretty sure the Winnipeg James Armstrong Richardson International Airport has never been subject to such blatant displays of homosexuality, which is really saying something about the vibe of the place.
Wonwoo’s back hits the side of his two thousand and eight Toyota Camry, a huff of air knocked from his lungs. He reaches one shaking hand up to slide his glasses down onto his face.
Joshua licks the taste of him off his mouth. Says, “Alright. You can take me home.”
“Was there a question about that?” Wonwoo asks, fumbling with his keys to unlock the door for Joshua.
Joshua shrugs. He slides into Wonwoo’s passenger’s when the door is opened for him, giving Wonwoo cloying eyes up through the cracked window. “If you weren’t good at kissing I was going to turn around and leave again.”
Wonwoo’s mouth opens like he’s going to say something, but then it shuts again. He shakes his head, and drops his hand off the door handle, breaking into a short jog around the car. Joshua almost laughs. He manages not to. He wants to laugh.
He turns his head to look at Wonwoo when Wonwoo gets in the car. Just staring at him— tracing his side profile, the line of his neck, his chest. His shirt is all stretched out where Joshua grabbed him. His hair is fucked up in the back. Little signs of ownership. Something like that. Joshua hates how into this he is, honestly. He’s not easy to please. He’s hard to fall— but when he does, he’s done for. He hasn’t decided with Wonwoo, but he feels like he’s on the precipice of finding out.
Tongue running over his bottom lip, Wonwoo glances over. He blushes. Furiously. Joshua smiles at him sweetly.
Wonwoo reaches out, and then hesitates, and then finishes the job anyway, laying his hand on Joshua’s thigh, fingers curling around the inside of his leg, right above the knee. “Is—” he clears his throat. “Is this okay?”
“Mm,” Joshua hums, biting back a laugh. He spreads his legs wider, relaxing into Wonwoo’s touch. “You’re sexy, Wonwoo.”
“Hah—” Wonwoo laughs. A short, barked thing. Like he can’t believe what’s happening to him.
His hand creeps up incrementally as they drive. Almost painfully slowly. Joshua wants to grab his wrist and pull it up to his dick, just to get them both where they want to be, but he holds himself back. He has a feeling Wonwoo will be more fun all teased out and strung up.
Winnipeg is nothing special. Gray and desolate and industrial. Joshua will cope. It’s not like he’s going to be outside much.
“Why the fuck do you live here?” he asks, when they’ve passed what feels like the thirtieth blocky, off-tan building with small rectangle windows.
Wonwoo smiles out of one side of his mouth, tossing Joshua a wayward look. He’s driving with only his left hand, because his other is still fucking around at the inside of Joshua’s thigh. “Do you know how I could get citizenship down South? I’m not opposed. I’ve heard Chicago is nice.”
Joshua pushes his tongue into the side of his cheek, narrowing his eyes at Wonwoo and looking him up and down. Down and up. Doing his very best to make Wonwoo’s skin crawl. “Ask me again after we fuck.”
Wonwoo’s lopsided smile turns into a full-blown grin. “Oh, good, you still want to do that.”
“I don’t get in just anyone’s Toyota Camry, Wonwoo.”
“No, but you fly across the border for anyone, I’m sure,” Wonwoo volleys.
“I flew out last week for Steve Harper, yeah.”
“Steve?” Wonwoo laughs, hand tightening on Joshua’s leg. “You and Stephen are that tight?”
“That’s what he told me to call him when his cock was in my mouth.”
Wonwoo laughs out loud.
Joshua wrinkles his nose. “Is that not what he’s called? I Googled him before I left. I wanted to impress you.”
“You wanted to impress me by pretending like you fucked the dickbag prime minister of Canada?”
“Eh,” Joshua waves him off. “Your dick is huge. Did you know that?”
“Yeah. I did know that. Heard all about it.”
“Does it bother you?”
Wonwoo huffs, rolling his head to look at Joshua at the next stoplight. He looks good like that. Casual and mussed. “Not if it doesn’t bother you.”
It doesn’t bother Joshua. Not at all.
He’s been working on it. He spent most of last week fucking himself over an obnoxiously large dildo and making sure he was eating properly to get his guts rearranged this weekend.
He’s a planner. He’s smart. It doesn’t bother him when Wonwoo presses him up against the wall and Joshua can feel the outline of his giant cock through his chinos.
“Ah, fuck—” Wonwoo breathes hot against Joshua’s cheek. His hands are gripping Joshua’s hips so tightly that Joshua might bruise, and Joshua doesn’t even care. When Wonwoo goes back in to kiss Joshua, his glasses bash into Joshua’s nose. “Oh, shit. Let me put my contacts in so I can fuck you.”
Joshua’s head thunks against the wall when Wonwoo drops him. He stands there, breathing heavily, as he hears Wonwoo shuffle away and the sink turn on so he can wash his hands. Unreal. Joshua laughs breathlessly, his dick half-hard in his pants.
It takes him a second to stand up without wobbling. His knees are sort of weak. Wonwoo led him upstairs from the car, his hand in Joshua’s, and as soon as the door closed, and they’d kicked off their shoes, Wonwoo had Joshua’s head spinning with the intensity which he was kissing him. The soft grind of his hips. The desperation in his teeth nipping at Joshua’s lip.
Wonwoo’s apartment is sweet. It’s cozy. A studio he has sectioned off with a large bookshelf, filled to the brim with titles Joshua has never heard of— some of them in French. Christ. Canadians are weird.
Joshua can see Wonwoo leaning over the sink through the cracked bathroom door, poking himself in the eye. Joshua smiles despite himself, because Wonwoo looks so lame— and he’s doing it all just for Joshua. A bit of a power trip, really.
There’s a few pictures on the dresser. One with the guy Joshua saw in Wonwoo’s MSN chats— Mingyu. Another with a smiley man making a cat paw at the camera, his other arm slung over Wonwoo’s shoulders. They’re cute.
Wonwoo’s desk is shoved under the big window near his bed. His computer right in the middle. Ah. How romantic.
Joshua jumps when Wonwoo comes up behind him, arms winding around his waist and lips finding his neck. He was so quiet, Joshua didn’t hear him. His heart spikes, and then he relaxes. Melts like wax, head tipping to the side to give Wonwoo better access.
“You’re more gorgeous in real life,” Wonwoo murmurs. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I’ve felt a little stupid this entire time. Didn’t think you’d show up.”
“Why?”
“Dunno. Too good to be true.” Wonwoo’s fingers trail down, teasing the waistband of Joshua’s sweats. He doesn’t go further, he just splays his hand there, applying pressure so Joshua’s hips press back into his front. It’s a nice move. It’s working.
“I hacked your MSN account to make sure you were real,” Joshua admits, all in one breath. The last thing holding him back from going completely feral and just ripping Wonwoo’s clothes off to get on with it.
Wonwoo snickers into Joshua’s neck. He lays a kiss to the juncture. Says, “I know.” Another kiss. More pressure on the hand sitting below Joshua’s navel. “I let you.”
Joshua’s eyelids flutter. He drops his head back against Wonwoo’s shoulder. “Fuck. That’s so hot.”
The hand against his stomach finally dips under Joshua’s shirt. He sucks in a sharp breath, but lets Wonwoo wander. His hand runs up and down. Fingertips dip below Joshua’s waistband, ever quite getting anywhere meaningful.
“Wonwoo,” Joshua gasps when Wonwoo rolls his thumb over his nipple.
“Hm?”
“Let me suck you off.”
“You don’t have to—”
Joshua turns around in his arms, finger pressing against his lips, stopping him mid sentence. He makes sure he’s got Wonwoo locked in intense eye contact when he repeats himself. “Let. Me. Suck. You. Off.”
Wonwoo doesn’t have anything to say to that. He just nods. His throat bobs when he swallows.
“Good boy,” Joshua purrs. He directs a nearly whimpering Wonwoo over to his desk chair, shoving him down by his shoulders before sinking to his knees himself. He positions himself between Wonwoo’s spread legs, hands running up and down his thighs. Wonwoo is still wearing his stupid chinos. Joshua should have made him strip beforehand. It’s too late now.
“God— can I take my pants off? It hurts—” Wonwoo whines. He shifts uncomfortably. Joshua can see him straining against the tight fabric at his crotch, only made worse when he sat down.
“You get off on how big it is, don’t you?” Joshua scoffs. He urges Wonwoo up and lets him unzip his pants, wiggling them down to his ankles. Wonwoo lets out a relieved sigh, sitting back down in just his boxers. He’s white knuckling the arms of his chair, looking at Joshua down his chest. “You’re going to cum as soon as I try to put it in my mouth, because it won’t fit. Am I right?”
“N— no—” Wonwoo stammers. He hikes his shirt up his stomach— finally giving up after it keeps falling back down and tearing it off. Joshua is fine with that. Gives him more room to play. Plus, Wonwoo is, like, absurdly hot. He clearly works out. His chest is big enough that Joshua wants to bite his tits, or something. Wonwoo is driving him to insanity.
“And then again when you fuck me. What would happen if I said, Wonu, it won’t fit?” Joshua drags his index finger over the line of Wonwoo’s cock, causing him to violently jerk in his chair. “Would you make it fit, baby? If that’s what I wanted?”
Wonwoo nods eagerly. He’s flushing up his chest, straight to his neck. “Yeah. I think you can take it.”
“I know I can,” Joshua coos. He finally dips his hand into Wonwoo’s boxers, fingers curling around his cock. Wonwoo’s head drops back, releasing a strangled moan. Joshua smiles. Bats his lashes. “I’m wondering if you can take it, honestly.”
“Christ—” Wonwoo breathes. He hurries to shove down his boxers more, giving Joshua full access. So polite of him.
His dick is huge— which— good. As expected. People Joshua meets on the internet can be trusted to have massive cocks and hot bodies, apparently. But, Wonwoo’s dick is also pretty, and there’s a vein running up the underside that Joshua wants to trace with his lips.
Joshua’s mouth waters in anticipation. He’s like a dog trained with a clicker. With a cock in his hand, his tongue starts loosening up. He likes the feeling of having a cock in his mouth. Likes when he gags around it— the taste of salt and sweat and tears squeezing from his eyes. Sucking dick is his favorite sort of foreplay.
“Hit me with it,” Joshua says. He guides one of Wonwoo’s hands to his own dick. Looks up at Wonwoo through his lashes. “C’mon,” he encourages, presenting Wonwoo with one of his cheeks.
“Shua— holy shit—”
For as much incredulous exclaiming as Wonwoo is doing, he’s always fast to follow through. He tightens his hand around the base of his cock and smacks it against Joshua’s face.
It should feel ridiculous. It does, just a little bit, but it’s also incredibly sexy when Wonwoo goes again, a little harder this time— more sure of himself— and immediately starts leaking over precum afterwards.
Joshua grins. He takes back over, guiding Wonwoo’s hand to his hair. “You can pull. I don’t mind.”
“How are you real?” Wonwoo asks, his nails scraping over Joshua’s scalp. His hand flexes, twisting into Joshua’s hair a second later when Joshua finally licks a stripe up his length, right along the vein he’d been eyeing. “OhMyFuckingGod—”
Joshua drops open his mouth, spit rolling out with his tongue. He takes Wonwoo in before he can waste the mess. Suckling over the head of his cock as his hand works at the rest of him. Wonwoo groans, pulling Joshua’s hair— and Joshua moans around him in response. A dangerous cycle.
Wonwoo is too big to swallow fully, but Joshua tries his goddamn best. He pushes himself until Wonwoo hits the back of his throat. Until he gags around him, and tears start welling, and Wonwoo is looking like his soul has left his body, legs trembling on either side of Joshua.
It doesn’t take much for the operation to get sloppy. Precum and spit mixed together, spilling out of the corners of Joshua’s mouth, nails biting into Wonwoo’s thighs hard enough to leave a mark. Joshua looks up, a tear rolling down his cheek, and Wonwoo chokes on nothing. His hips jerk forward. Joshua gags again.
“Fuck— I’m— Shua— you have to— I’m gonna—”
He cums a few seconds later, Joshua managing to pull off enough to make room. Most of it ends up in his mouth. The rest on his chin. He strokes Wonwoo through it, wringing him dry.
Wonwoo’s hand relaxes from his hair. He leans forward to pull at Joshua, clumsily tugging him up until Joshua is in his lap, still fully clothed. Joshua swipes his thumb over his chin, collecting the rest of Wonwoo’s mess just to turn and feed it straight onto Wonwoo’s tongue. Wonwoo grunts, but sucks Joshua’s finger clean, and then takes his wrist to pull it away so he can kiss him.
Joshua can’t tell if he’s tasting the salt from his tears or Wonwoo’s cum, but he doesn’t mind. He drags his hands over Wonwoo’s chest, tongue down his throat. His dick throbs in his sweats, begging to be touched.
One of Wonwoo’s hands falls to palm him over his pants. Joshua sighs into his mouth, shifting to let Wonwoo wiggle his waistband down over his thighs. Joshua kicks his sweats off, leaving him in just his briefs, knees hooked over the arm of Wonwoo’s chair.
“Gonna touch you now,” Wonwoo warns just before he slips his hand into Joshua’s underwear, groping handfuls of his ass before finally dipping deeper.
Joshua’s body reacts for him, tightening automatically before he forces himself to relax. Wonwoo smiles into the kiss— smug bastard. As if he didn’t cum from a five minute blowjob.
For how clumsy he seems, Wonwoo can multitask like his life depends on it. Sucking on Joshua’s tongue as he finally toes off his pants from around his ankles— rolling the chair towards the bed and reaching for his bedside drawer. He chucks the lube onto the bed with one hand, going back for the dildo in the drawer, and a condom. Joshua’s eyes stay open as he’s being kissed, watching Wonwoo work. Hot.
Then he’s being lifted up, tossed onto Wonwoo’s bed. His underwear come down a moment later. Wonwoo stands over him afterwards, breathing heavily, eyes dark, drinking Joshua in like he’s going to eat him whole.
“Your body is insane,” Wonwoo laments. (It sounds like a lament.)
Joshua basks in it. He stretches out like a lazy cat, parting his thighs and pulling his dick to lay against his stomach, precum dribbling down onto his abdomen.
Wonwoo hisses. The lube slips out of his hand the first time he grabs it— and then he gets a good hold. Joshua is smiling when Wonwoo presses a finger into him— and then he’s moaning.
It starts as an encouragement. Overblowing the noises he’s making for Wonwoo’s benefit. But, by the time Wonwoo gets two fingers into him, he’s just out of his mind enough to be genuine about it.
At three fingers, Joshua starts rushing Wonwoo. “Wonwoo— please—” he grits.
Wonwoo laughs at him.
The audacity is frankly absurd, when Wonwoo’s cock is already filling out again, hanging heavy between his legs just from servicing Joshua. His hair is all fucked up, wild around his head, his cheeks pink, lips parted. Joshua is seconds away from climbing him and just sitting on it himself.
Wonwoo goes for the dildo. Purple thing— sparkly— just a little smaller than the one Joshua has been using at home. Probably because Wonwoo wants to be the final stretch himself. Fucking pervert.
“Sorry— it’s a necessary evil,” Wonwoo murmurs, leaning down to kiss Joshua before he lubes the silicone up and presses the tip in. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Joshua rolls his eyes, breath stolen from his lungs. He focuses on the mechanics of it. Breathing through the stretch, keeping his muscles relaxed. He refuses to finish over a fake cock when the real thing is right in front of him.
Wonwoo is diligent. He makes sure the dildo never quite hits Joshua’s prostate. He grins when Joshua whines, and then shuts up when Joshua presses the sole of his foot into his cock in retaliation. He holds Joshua to the bed with a palm against his stomach, and makes sure Joshua is completely ready before he pulls the toy out.
“Do you want a break?” he asks, wiping the sweat on his brow with his arm.
“Stupid question,” Joshua scoffs. He takes Wonwoo’s face in his hands and pulls him down into a filthy kiss. Wonwoo’s arm comes out to brace himself against the bed, keeping him from falling over, completely at Joshua’s mercy. “Don’t bother with the condom,” Joshua murmurs onto his tongue. And then Wonwoo falls over anyway.
His arm gives out, half collapsing over Joshua. “What?”
“I know you haven’t gotten any in a year. I read your messages. It’s cute,” Joshua coos, stroking Wonwoo’s cheek. Wonwoo manages to pick himself up, hovering over Joshua to look at him properly. “And I got tested last week.”
“This is so embarrassing,” Wonwoo groans. Joshua pats his cheek once before wiggling around enough to turn over on the bed while Wonwoo reaches for the lube. He presses back on his knees, spreading his legs. Wonwoo groans again when he turns back, much less dignified this time. He palms Joshua’s ass like it’s something to be admired, and slicks himself up with his other hand. Joshua mewls when Wonwoo drips more lube straight over his entrance. Overkill. But, then again, his dick is huge— so.
Wonwoo cleans his hand on a shirt he finds on the ground, and then closes in. He holds Joshua’s hip steady with one hand, lining himself up with the other.
Joshua shuts his eyes and leans into it. He hums. Wonwoo presses in. Slowly at first— like he’s afraid he’ll hurt Joshua— but then more steadily when he feels Joshua’s body welcome him in.
There’s still a stretch. Wonwoo only makes it halfway before he has to stop, massaging Joshua’s hip to get him to relax. By the time Wonwoo bottoms out, they’re both breathing heavily. Joshua is on his hands and knees, and Wonwoo’s chest sticks to his back, tacky with sweat. Wonwoo’s arm winds around Joshua’s front, up his sternum, holding him close.
A deceptively sweet kiss is pressed to Joshua’s shoulder. Then the juncture of his neck. Wonwoo’s breath is hot against his nape.
“Move, Wonu,” Joshua cuts in, impatient. He’s still waiting on his first orgasm.
Wonwoo is a good boy. He starts fucking Joshua with shallow little thrusts, working up to the real thing. He holds Joshua steady as he slams into him. Catches Joshua when his arms give out, too fucked out to hold himself up any longer.
Fucking himself with a dildo is one thing, but Wonwoo doing all the work— shoving his massive dick so deep it feels like it’s in Joshua’s throat— and Joshua is on cloud nine.
Just before he can start touching himself, Wonwoo pulls out. He manhandles Joshua over onto his back, hooks Joshua’s legs over his shoulders, and drills back into him— practically folding Joshua in half in the process.
“Oh my god,” Joshua manages, his throat still raw from choking on Wonwoo’s cock.
Wonwoo takes Joshua in his hand, using a mix of leftover lube and precum to get a good slide going. He moves in time with his thrusts, and Joshua’s eyes roll back into his head, completely brained by the competing sensations.
Joshua cums with Wonwoo mouthing at his throat, Wonwoo’s hand around his dick, and Wonwoo buried inside of him.
It’s wonderful.
Wonwoo fucks him through it, slowing down to a slow, deep grind as Joshua trembles under him. Joshua can see that Wonwoo is holding himself back. Aborted little grunts pressed against Joshua’s skin.
Joshua clenches around Wonwoo, twisting his fingers into the hair at the nape of Wonwoo’s neck and tugging. It sends Wonwoo over the edge immediately, hips jerking forward as he chokes through his orgasm. Joshua can feel the warmth of it spreading somewhere deep beneath his navel. He can feel Wonwoo’s dick twitching inside of him, milked dry.
“Oh, baby,” Joshua soothes, hand moving up to cradle Wonwoo’s skull. Wonwoo whines a little, clumsy lips searching for Joshua’s. Their kiss is off-kilter— Joshua smiling and Wonwoo desperate.
When Wonwoo pulls back to look at him, he’s starry-eyed and undone. Pretty boy, Joshua thinks.
“Are you in love with me yet?” Joshua teases.
“I think so,” Wonwoo answers, no hesitation.
Ah. Joshua is done for.
The afterwards of sloppy sex is always vaguely gross. Joshua rolls over and lets himself leak onto the towel Wonwoo shoved under his hips as Wonwoo shuffles around getting everything in order.
They shower together. Wonwoo does all the work. He’s good at that. He massages shampoo into Joshua’s hair, and then conditioner. He kisses down Joshua’s flank as he cleans what’s left of him off of Joshua. It’s borderline romantic.
He sits Joshua down when they get out and dry off. Takes his time blow drying Joshua’s hair. Blatantly romantic.
Joshua steals one of Wonwoo’s giant t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Enjoys the way Wonwoo chokes on his own tongue when he turns around and sees Joshua in his clothes.
Then Wonwoo wants to kiss him, so Joshua lets Wonwoo kiss him.
He lets Wonwoo kiss him with no goal in mind. No hint of arousal to it— just kissing for kissing’s sake. Wonwoo runs his hands up Joshua’s legs, then his back. Down his chest and stomach. He kisses Joshua like he’s appreciating him. Maybe he is. Joshua doesn’t know. He can assume, though.
Joshua’s stomach makes noise at some point. Wonwoo rushes to take him to the kitchen. Lifts Joshua up to sit on the counter, and makes him instant mac and cheese, because it’s all he knows how to make on the fly.
Somehow, that’s what does it. Joshua corrals Wonwoo in with his legs, bends down, framing Wonwoo’s face in his hands and kisses him, slow and deep. Wonwoo squeaks, but melts into it, hands planted on the counter on either side of Joshua’s hips.
Joshua isn’t easy to please. He’s hard to fall— but when he does, he’s done for. He decides, with instant mac and cheese burning in the microwave, because Wonwoo didn’t add enough water, that he’s done for.
“Oh, shit,” Wonwoo hisses when he realizes he’s fucked up the noodles. He pulls them out, and frowns at them, and then drops them, because his fingers are getting burned by the carton.
Wonwoo pouts.
Joshua laughs.
“How are we going to tell our kids we met?” he asks.
He grins when Wonwoo’s eyebrows shoot up, and then grins wider when Wonwoo tries to play it cool. “We’ll tell them we met while standing up for what’s right.”
In the morning, Joshua wakes up to an empty bed. He groans, shielding his eyes from the sliver of sunlight coming through to sting his eyes. The sun is just rising. It must be early.
They fell asleep with Joshua curled around Wonwoo’s back last night. It was nice. Joshua hasn’t felt like this in a long time. Like he has something worth holding onto.
Joshua rolls over, feeling over Wonwoo’s side of the mattress. It’s still warm.
His throat aches, and his back aches, and his legs ache. He savors every bit of it. He wants to ache like this forever, if it means he’s getting fucked like he did last night.
He sits up, rubbing sleep from his eyes, swinging his legs off the bed. He doesn’t find Wonwoo in the kitchen, or the bathroom. But— the bathroom window is open— leading to the fire escape.
Joshua folds his arms over his chest to keep out the chill of outside air, stepping closer. He pokes his head out. Wonwoo is sitting there, legs dangling over the edge, a cigarette burning between his fingers.
He startles when Joshua clears his throat. His face shuffles through emotions, landing on something between fear and regret. “Oh— fuck— I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to find out— I’m trying to quit— I swear—”
Joshua ignores him, climbing out the window to join him. He sits with his thigh pressed to Wonwoo’s, holding his palm out. “Give me two. Haven’t had any since the airport in Chicago. It’s criminal. I thought about sneaking out last night, but you wouldn’t keep your hands off me.”
Wonwoo laughs, a twisted little noise in the back of his throat. He does as Joshua asks. Lights him up.
The first inhale does wonders for Joshua’s morning stiffness. He hums on his exhale. Smiles. “You’re not trying to quit, are you?” he asks.
“No,” Wonwoo admits. “Yeah, no. But, I would if you wanted me to.”
“Don’t worry. Me either,” Joshua laughs, looping his arm with Wonwoo’s and leaning his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder.
The sun rises in front of them, over the tops of gray, industrial buildings, and, somehow, Joshua still finds it sexy.
Joshua Jeon-Hong • @joshjeonhong
I met my husband on r/Cigarettes in 2011. We were making fun of everyone there— among the first to do so. We moved to MSN and I hacked his account: he loved a freaky hacker chick. I went to visit him in the sexy part of Canada in 2012: he fucked on this freaky hacker chick bodyy
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