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“I can’t believe I agreed to let you do this,” Jongwoo grumbled as Moonjo lowered the chair with the press of a button, stopping when Jongwoo was angled perfectly under him. “You’ll probably steal my teeth and make creepy jewelry with them.”
”I thought you liked the bracelet I gave you,” Moonjo said, a little offended.
“That’s not the point.”
”Well if you’re so worried about me stealing your teeth, perhaps don’t give me a reason to need to fix them.”
Jongwoo grumbled something under his breath.
”What was that?”
”I wouldn’t have chipped my tooth if you had just moved out of the damn way.”
“You could‘ve let him punch me, Jagi,” Moonjo pointed out. “I could‘ve handled it. I’m not made of glass.”
”And why should an asshole like that get to hit you, huh?”
Moonjo held back a smile. “Careful, Jagi, you almost sound like you were concerned about me.”
Jongwoo glared. “Will you just fix my tooth already?”
Moonjo put on his gloves. “Open your mouth wide.”
Jongwoo opened his mouth wide and shifted his gaze to the ceiling.
Moonjo inspected Jongwoo’s mouth closely, taking mental notes on the state of Jongwoo’s teeth, finding most of them in great condition. A few of them were fake, but there weren’t any cavities or anything worth being concerned over save for Jongwoo’s chipped tooth.
Moonjo lightly rubbed his finger over Jongwoo’s chipped incisor liking the soft roughness grazing him through his glove. He would need to find resin, gel, and other supplies, but fortunately, Jongwoo just needed a simple bonding. He felt Jongwoo’s surrounding teeth with his finger just because he wanted to memorize their shape, indulging for just a moment.
He got up and started searching the room for supplies before he got carried away.
”What are you going to do exactly?” Jongwoo asked.
”A bonding. No one will be able to tell your tooth was ever chipped.”
”And how long will that take?”
”An hour or so.”
Moonjo found the supplies after a couple minutes and put them on a small table next to his chair. He changed his gloves for hygienic purposes then took his seat.
”It won’t hurt right?”
“It shouldn’t,” Moonjo answered. He grabbed his first instrument, one that would make Jongwoo’s tooth rough in texture. “This may feel a little strange that’s all.”
Jongwoo nodded and opened his mouth wide.
Moonjo got to work, finding it so wonderfully familiar. Moonjo gauged his progress by running his finger against the tooth, the texture appropriately rough and ready for the resin. He liked the way it felt and kept pressing his finger against it—like there was an itch there and only Jongwoo’s chipped tooth could give him relief. He found himself fixated, the imperfection of the tooth making him appreciate how truly beautiful the rest of Jongwoo’s teeth were.
I could poke around in his beautiful mouth forever.
After a moment, Jongwoo spoke, the words muffled but Moonjo understood them anyway. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Just appreciating how nice your teeth are.”
”Creep.”
Moonjo’s lips twitched in amusement but he didn’t comment as he focused himself on his actual task. He pulled his fingers out of Jongwoo’s mouth briefly to apply gel to his finger, then he used it to rub the gel onto the chip on Jongwoo’s tooth, getting to enjoy the texture once again for a brief time. Next, he applied the resin to Jongwoo’s tooth, then he handed Jongwoo a pair of shades to wear as he used a special light to cure the resin.
Treating Jongwoo made him miss his practice in Seoul. Moonjo may have been used to living as a phantom and being unattached to most things, but one thing he had truly enjoyed was his dental work—the joy of creation, destruction, and rebuilding. He still considered Jongwoo his greatest creation, but there was no more work to be done. Except for this. Maybe a lifetime of fixing and maintaining Jongwoo’s teeth could be enough.
Once the resin had hardened, Moonjo polished Jongwoo’s tooth to match the others. He admired his work with pride, allowing himself to rub his thumb against the bonding site.
I want to feel it against my skin…
Moonjo knew it was unprofessional but he pulled the glove off his right hand anyway and went back to stroking his thumb against Jongwoo’s tooth. It wasn’t enough. He dragged his fingers across the smooth surfaces of Jongwoo’s teeth, slipping his thumb under Jongwoo’s top canine and sighing at the feel of its point pressing sharply on his skin.
Moonjo switched fingers, scratching his index finger against Jongwoo’s bottom canine, a sensation that was half pleasure, half frustration tingled his skin. He needed more, he needed to feel Jongwoo’s teeth splitting his index finger open and directly scraping the nerves there. Desire flushed Moonjo’s skin, burning him all over. He’d always gotten enjoyment from working on other peoples teeth, but Jongwoo’s were stirring something entirely new within him towards a patient—lust.
Jongwoo suddenly bit the tip of his finger, Moonjo relishing the pinch of his skin between Jongwoo’s teeth. Jongwoo released his finger when Moonjo looked at him curiously. “Are you done feeling up my teeth, yet?”
Moonjo retracted his hand. Jongwoo appeared oblivious to the true reason Moonjo had kept feeling around in his mouth. “Your tooth is fixed.”
”Finally.”
Moonjo handed Jongwoo a mirror so he could see it for himself, admiring his own handiwork as he presented it.
“Looks good,” Jongwoo commented. “Thanks.”
”Anything for my savior.” He said it purposely sweet, knowing it would annoy Jongwoo.
Jongwoo rolled his eyes but Moonjo caught the way his lips twitched in amusement before he sat up. They quickly cleaned up and made sure there was no trace of them having ever been there before leaving.
”Jagi,”Moonjo said as Jongwoo started up the car.
”What?”
”Thank you for stepping in on my behalf.”
Jongwoo glanced at him then looked into the rear view mirror. “Uh-huh…Are you hungry? Let’s get something to eat.”
Moonjo sighed internally, wishing Jongwoo was more free with his affections and didn’t insist on being distant when it suited him. But saccharine affection and declarations of love hardly suited either of them. Moonjo only wished for more sincerity when it mattered, like in this moment—what was so hard about Jongwoo admitting he didn’t like other people hurting him as they pleased?
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The next day, when they were watching TV and enjoying their day off from work, Moonjo found himself itching to touch Jongwoo’s teeth, watching him more closely than some crime drama they’d started together. Jongwoo was eating popcorn, his teeth visible whenever he shoveled in a handful. Moonjo couldn’t stop thinking about how they’d felt against his fingertips, how he’d masterfully hidden the imperfection in Jongwoo’s tooth, wishing he could work in his mouth again for any reason.
Jongwoo noticed him after a while and raised his brow. “What did I tell you about the staring?”
”That you’d give me something to stare at.” Moonjo answered, fondly remembering the time Jongwoo had started jerking off next to him in a bathhouse because Moonjo had kept staring at his half naked body.
Jongwoo obviously remembered too, his face flushing red. “Not that time, every other time.”
“I can’t help it,” Moonjo said. “I’m just too curious about your tooth.”
Jongwoo looked at him curiously. “What about it?”
“I just want to make sure that it’s still fine.”
Jongwoo nodded and swallowed his popcorn, setting the bowl aside and turning to face Moonjo on the couch. He opened his mouth wide for inspection.
Moonjo turned to face him and leaned in close to inspect Jongwoo’s mouth. He grabbed Jongwoo by the chin with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand while he used the fingers of his other hand to feel around Jongwoo’s newly fixed tooth. Perfectly intact as he expected.
Moonjo stroked his index finger in circles against Jongwoo’s tooth then stroked under the tooth with his thumb, pretending he was still inspecting his work. His finger slowly drifted to run along the bottoms of Jongwoo’s teeth, relishing the way they threatened to cut and rough up his thumb if he pressed too hard.
His canines could tear into me so easily…my blood could drip and stain his teeth and I could kiss him just to lick them clean…
“Why are you humming?” Jongwoo asked, words muffled, suspicion in his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re really planning to steal my teeth?”
Moonjo immediately stopped humming and removed his fingers from Jongwoo’s mouth. ”No, Jagi, I like your teeth exactly where they are.”
”Then why are you looking at them like that?”
”Because they’re perfect.”
”I have 3 fillings and you just fixed my chipped tooth last night.”
“Yes, but most of your teeth are well taken care of and they feel nice.”
”Feel nice? They’re teeth. Don’t you mean they look nice?”
”I mean both.”
Jongwoo blinked at him, realization slowly dawning in his expression. “Your teeth thing is more than a strange fixation it’s a fetish, isn’t it?”
Moonjo didn’t answer.
Jongwoo pointed in his face. “That’s why you were giving me that dreamy look yesterday! You were getting off on rubbing your finger on my tooth. What the fuck?”
”I did not ‘get off’ the texture just felt nice.”
Jongwoo huffed. “Wow. You’re such a creep.”
Moonjo narrowed his eyes, irritated. “And yet, whose bed do you sleep in every night?”
Jongwoo glared. “This isn’t about that.”
”Why does it matter that I like your teeth to that extent? I don’t expect anything from you,” Moonjo said, aware this was starting to feel like a fight.
“It’s just weird.”
“You adore the bracelet I gave you, but you can’t understand why I’d feel so strongly about your teeth?”
”That’s different. That was a an important gift—besides, none of the teeth are yours.”
“I could add one, if you want.”
“Hell no.”
Moonjo felt more than a little disappointed that Jongwoo didn’t want any of his teeth. “Why not?”
Jongwoo blinked at him for a moment then abruptly walked away.
Moonjo frowned and watched Jongwoo retreat to his room. Why doesn’t he want any of my teeth?
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Jongwoo had holed himself up in his bedroom and hadn’t come out for dinner, much to Moonjo’s displeasure. He couldn’t understand why Jongwoo found his fixation so off putting. When bedtime rolled around, Jongwoo had snuck into the bathroom to shower then gone back to his room before Moonjo could catch him. He really hated Jongwoo’s insistence on having separate bedrooms for ‘privacy’ sometimes, mostly the nights he chose not to slip into Moonjo’s bed.
Moonjo had taken a shower and brushed his teeth, but didn’t settle in to sleep, not wanting to do it alone. He was in the middle of reading a book Jongwoo had recommended when Jongwoo walked up to him in his boxers and held out his electric toothbrush. Moonjo marked his page and set the book on his lap. “What? Did it break? “
Jongwoo shook his head. “I want you to brush my teeth.”
Moonjo’s brow shot up. “You want me to brush your teeth?”
Jongwoo nodded.
Moonjo studied him curiously, not quite understanding.“Why?”
“Will you do it or not?” Jongwoo asked impatiently.
Moonjo moved the book to the nightstand and took the toothbrush from Jongwoo’s hand, unsure but not unwilling. “Okay…”
Is this some sort of strange olive branch being extended?
Jongwoo led the way to the bathroom, lifting himself onto the counter and staring at Moonjo expectantly. Moonjo prepared the toothbrush then fit himself into the space between Jongwoo’s legs.
Jongwoo opened his mouth and Moonjo stuck the toothbrush against the teeth on the top left side of Jongwoo’s mouth before turning on the toothbrush. Jongwoo kept his mouth slightly open as Moonjo brushed his teeth, moving it around and getting every nook and cranny, adjusting Jongwoo’s head with two fingers on his chin as needed to get a better look. As he watched the bristles move over Jongwoo’s teeth, he was overcome with the desire to touch them again, to feel their ridges on top and the contrasting smoothness of the front against his skin.
The toothbrush shut off and he pushed it further in Jongwoo’s mouth to brush his tongue, wanting to be thorough. Jongwoo’s tongue seemed to follow the toothbrush, eagerly pressing right against the bristles. Toothpaste slid down the corner of Jongwoo’s mouth, Moonjo quick to catch the stray toothpaste with his index finger and wipe up the mess on Jongwoo’s face. It felt almost obscene.
Moonjo stopped moving the toothbrush when he was satisfied but kept it pressed against Jongwoo’s tongue, watching as Jongwoo ran his tongue up and down the length of the head, over and over, more toothpaste dribbling down the edge of his mouth and down his chin onto Moonjo’s fingers. Moonjo’s breath caught, his skin flushing as he thought to himself, If I came on his teeth would he let it all just drip out like this?
That singular thought made him rock hard and he hoped Jongwoo didn’t notice the bulge in his sweatpants—not yet at least, he wanted to finish this impromptu cleaning first. He pulled the toothbrush from Jongwoo’s mouth and told him to spit into the sink before he let his imagination run anymore wild. Jongwoo leaned over to spit into the sink then Moonjo cleaned up his face with a hand towel, tossing it into the hamper when it was done.
Next, he cleaned Jongwoo’s toothbrush and put it in the cup before washing his hands, waiting for Jongwoo to tell him why they were doing this.
Jongwoo stayed on the counter and opened his mouth when Moonjo looked at him.
“What?”
”Floss.” Jongwoo answered before opening mouth wide.
We should’ve done that first…
Moonjo grabbed the floss from the medicine cabinet and broke off a long piece before returning to his place between Jongwoo’s thighs.
Moonjo worked the floss inbetween Jongwoo’s teeth, focusing hard on the unexpected task. His fingers brushed the tops of Jongwoo’s teeth as he went and he resisted the urge to touch them properly, not wanting another argument to ensue. But still, he felt pleased just getting to tend to Jongwoo’s teeth, to pour his love into such an intimate act of care for his darling.
He leaned in closer, feeling Jongwoo’s hot breath on his cheek. He felt his mouth tingle, wanting to kiss Jongwoo, to taste his warmth. But he refrained.
Moonjo diligently flossed Jongwoo’s teeth then threw the floss into the trash, looking to Jongwoo for his next cue.
“Mouthwash.”
Moonjo grabbed the mouthwash and poured some into the cap. He walked over to Jongwoo who opened his mouth and grabbed his chin as he poured the mouthwash in, a thrill shooting through him at the intimacy of it—at the sense of control being given to him. He pulled the cap away from Jongwoo’s mouth and watched him swish it around.
His teeth are going to be so clean and smooth and perfect…Maybe I can steal a kiss and feel them for myself with my tongue.
He tried move away to rinse the cup and put it back, but Jongwoo trapped him in between his thighs.
“Jagi?”
Jongwoo stared at him, continuing to swish the mouthwash around. He took the cap from Moonjo’s hand and put it back on the bottle. Jongwoo scooted closer to the edge of the counter until they were crotch to crotch. Moonjo’s heartbeat stuttered and sped up. Jongwoo wasn’t hard but Moonjo felt him twitch to life against him, felt it as he grew and hardened, all while staring intensely at Moonjo.
Jongwoo spit into the sink after a minute then wiped his mouth on the bottom of Moonjo’s shirt before pulling it off of him. Then he opened his mouth again.
“What now?” Moonjo asked, eager to push things forward.
Jongwoo closed his mouth enough to speak normally. ”You want to feel them don’t you?”
”What?”
”You want to touch my teeth, right?”
“Yes, but—“
”So touch them.”
Moonjo was shocked by this sudden turn. “You want me to?”
Jongwoo nodded.
“Was this all some strange kind of foreplay?”
“Well…I don’t really know how else to play into a teeth fetish but I thought letting you maintain their condition and get them nice and clean for you would be a place to start…Was I wrong?” He looked at the bulge in Moonjo’s pants doubtfully.
“No, but you told me that it was weird.”
”It is weird,” Jongwoo said. “And creepy. But you’re into it so…”
Moonjo couldn’t help the big grin that spread across his face. “Not worried I’ll steal your teeth anymore?”
“I’ll just bite your finger off.”
Moonjo chuckled.
Jongwoo grabbed his hand and lifted it up to his mouth. “Look, this isn’t my thing but it’s probably the least fucked up thing you’re into so I’ll try it once.”
”So considerate. Almost like you really care about me.”
Jongwoo bit his finger then took it further into his mouth, Moonjo’s fingers nudging the molars at the very back. Moonjo wasn’t surprised by the response—Jongwoo wouldn’t admit they were even in a relationship but he was prone to more subtle displays of affection such as this.
Moonjo slipped in a second finger, stroking them against the tops of Jongwoo’s molars. Jongwoo’s spit slowly started to wet his fingers, each stroke feeling smoother without totally losing the rough edge he enjoyed on the pads of his fingers. He sighed and leaned his cock heavily against Jongwoo’s.
Jongwoo hummed, Moonjo feeling it in his fingers. Jongwoo put his hands on Moonjo’s waist, stroking his sides—his hands radiating heat. Moonjo looked into Jongwoo’s eyes, finding more heat. He held Jongwoo’s gaze as he continued to stroke his teeth, slowly moving his fingers towards the front of Jongwoo’s mouth, touching each of his bottom teeth as he went.
Impulsively, he pulled Jongwoo’s bottom lip down, enjoying the flash of Jongwoo’s white teeth and pink gums. He leaned forward and sucked Jongwoo’s bottom lip in between his, licking and gnawing on it as he rubbed his thumb against Jongwoo’s bottom canine, the pad of his thumb getting scraped up the harder he pushed. He loved it.
Jongwoo squeezed his sides and rubbed his cock against Moonjo’s, pleasure making Moonjo’s skin tingle. Moonjo continued to play with Jongwoo’s bottom lip, wanting his own bottom lip to suffer the same fate, but unwilling to be denied access to Jongwoo’s teeth. They didn’t speak or let out noises louder than a soft sigh, the quiet adding a layer of intimacy that pleased Moonjo down to his very core.
After a couple of minutes, Jongwoo grabbed Moonjo’s wrist and pulled his hand from his mouth, Moonjo slowly releasing his now swollen bottom lip. Jongwoo kept his mouth open and guided Moonjo’s hand back to his mouth after folding two of his fingers so he could place the other two on his tongue. He closed his mouth and started sucking, pressing his teeth into Moonjo’s fingers as he if he was contemplating actually biting them off.
His teeth scraped Moonjo’s skin the harder he sucked, the knuckles in his fingers taking the brunt of it. Moonjo moaned softly, pressing hard against Jongwoo, rubbing himself shamelessly like a dog in heat—Jongwoo matching his enthusiasm, Moonjo panting harshly the more excited he became, Jongwoo moaning and salivating all over his fingers. Moonjo grew embarrassingly wet, feeling himself get closer and closer to the edge, but didn’t want to cum yet—to throw away this precious gift Jongwoo had given him.
Moonjo stilled. “Wait, Jagi.”
Jongwoo stopped too, releasing Moonjo’s fingers from his mouth. “What?”
”I want this to last. I want to feel your teeth everywhere.”
“Everywhere?”
Moonjo nodded shamelessly.
Jongwoo pressed against his cock. “Even here?”
Moonjo nodded again.
”Wow. You’re such a freak,” Jongwoo said before kissing him right on the mouth. Moonjo smiled and kissed him back, slipping his tongue inside Jongwoo’s parted mouth and licking at his teeth, finding his tongue more sensitive to the texture of Jongwoo’s teeth.
Moonjo pulled away after a moment. “Wrap your arms and legs around me.”
Jongwoo nodded, but before he did he tugged on the waistband of Moonjo’s sweatpants. Moonjo took a step back and pulled them down, kicking them to the side before crowding back into Jongwoo and kissing him again, pressing into Jongwoo so he could feel just how much he appreciated this gift. Jongwoo hummed and teased the head of Moonjo’s cock with his index finger, making it twitch and jump, eager for more.
After a moment, Jongwoo wrapped his arms and legs around Moonjo, and Moonjo pulled him off the counter and carried him towards his bedroom, Jongwoo nibbling on his ear and making his skin feel hot. Moonjo stopped at the edge of his bed and slowly laid them both on top of it, his weight settling heavy against Jongwoo. Jongwoo slowly released his ear lobe from between his teeth to look at him.
“I want to feel your teeth sink into my skin, Jagi.”
Jongwoo suddenly rolled them over. “Be patient.” He leaned over and kissed Moonjo’s throat, Moonjo digging his head back into the bed to give him better access, sighing happily when Jongwoo lightly pressed his teeth against his Adam’s apple.
Moonjo closed his eyes, allowing himself to just feel. He sighed. This was even better than he could’ve ever imagined.
Jongwoo sucked on his Adam’s apple while grinding his teeth against it. He was wet warmth on Moonjo’s skin, making it tingle, his breath ghosting across Moonjo’s skin in little puffs of air. His teeth were rough and threatening—like a wolf’s around the throat of its prey. Moonjo grew wet at the thought. Only Jongwoo could make him enjoy the thought of being someone’s prey or even just someone’s well loved chew toy.
Jongwoo stayed there a little longer, seemingly running trials on how hard he could suck or grind his teeth without causing Moonjo discomfort. Aside from one fleeting moment when Moonjo was worried Jongwoo’s canine would tear into his Adam’s apple, Moonjo didn’t feel any pain, and he briefly wondered if Jongwoo had looked into how to tease someone here or if it was all instinct.
Jongwoo kissed a trail to his collarbones then up to his right shoulder before he bit him—shallow and pinching.
“Harder,” Moonjo said. “I want to feel the imprint of your teeth in my skin for days.”
Jongwoo bit down harder, Moonjo’s body tensing then relaxing slowly as he got used to the feeling—his dick hardened so much he almost came, especially when he felt some blood warming and wetting his skin under Jongwoo’s mouth. He moaned and thrusted up against Jongwoo’s ass, keeping himself slotted right there. Jongwoo relented his bite and ground his hips into Moonjo as he kissed all over the abused and bitten skin.
Jongwoo trailed his kisses down after a moment, biting randomly, not enough to make Moonjo bleed again but enough so Moonjo’s body jerked at the contact and that he would definitely have bruises all over his torso. Moonjo was thrilled just by the thought. Jongwoo didn’t stop as he reached the waistband of Moonjo’s underwear, kissing down his right thigh and biting at it through the thin fabric then doing the same to the other side.
Moonjo’s stomach fluttered as Jongwoo kissed up his thigh until he felt his lips press right against his cock—firm and warm even through his underwear. Jongwoo kissed Moonjo’s cock through his underwear, up and down the length of it, peppering in soft bites where Moonjo could barely feel his teeth. But after a moment, he paused around the head and bit just a little harder—nothing more than a momentary sharp pinch that made Moonjo’s entire body jerk, his hips thrusting into Jongwoo’s face and shoving his cock right against him.
Jongwoo nuzzled his cock with his nose then bit him again, Moonjo jerking again. Jongwoo laughed and pulled away from him. “Fuck. You really like this, huh?”
Before Moonjo could answer, he did it again, and again, nipping at Moonjo playfully on different parts of his cock. Moonjo couldn’t help how he squirmed, the pinching feeling a little more painful here and a little more pleasurable there. Jongwoo started licking him through his underwear, slowing the pace of his weak bites so Moonjo could feel the drag of his tongue instead, could feel him salivate and make his dick wet.
Moonjo hummed in pleasure, moaning softly as Jongwoo suddenly sucked on the tip of his dick, his teeth pressing bluntly against the frenulum. Jongwoo seemed content to play with him through his underwear all night, but Moonjo wasn’t, so he did the one thing he would never do outside of sex—he begged. “Jagi, please. I can’t take it anymore.”
Jongwoo sighed heavily, Moonjo feeling the heat of his breath through the fabric. He had a thing of his own for Moonjo begging during sex, always giving in instantly. Jongwoo stopped sucking and lifted his head. He pulled Moonjo’s briefs down to his thighs.
Jongwoo wrapped one hand around Moonjo’s cock, smearing his precome down his shaft and using it to help jerk him off. “Geez, you weren’t even this big of a mess the first time we did it,” Jongwoo commented.
“D—Does that bother you, Jagi?” Moonjo questioned, pleasure making it difficult to think.
Jongwoo shook his head, speeding up his movements.
Moonjo moaned and pressed his head back against the mattress as Jongwoo wrapped his mouth around his cock, making soft chomping motions that made the ridges of his teeth tease the head of Moonjo’s cock. Jongwoo was notably very careful not to bite him as he applied a little more pressure, his teeth digging in just a little more. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the slit, giving it shallow licks then pressing his whole tongue against the head and licking it in broader, dragging strokes.
Moonjo groaned a little too loudly, his fingers digging into Jongwoo’s scalp.
Jongwoo licked all around the head and part of the shaft, his tongue always finding its way back to the slit—slow, lingering licks end to end, precome slipping out easily. He was relentless, Moonjo finding it hard to catch his breath and loving every fucking second of it, especially when Jongwoo lightly scraped his teeth against his cock. It hurt a little, but the way Jongwoo licked at the tender skin made up for it.
Moonjo hummed in approval and Jongwoo took that as a sign to scrape his teeth again, careful not to break skin. Moonjo felt too sensitive and a little raw, and very close to coming. He only lasted a minute longer, coming hard against Jongwoo’s bottom teeth and tongue just seconds after Jongwoo pressed the slit of his cock against his lower right canine—the sharp tooth poking into him. Moonjo groaned and moved his hips, dragging his cock against Jongwoo’s tooth and hitting the roof of his mouth.
Jongwoo grabbed his hips to keep him from moving as he started sucking on the head, Moonjo hitting the back of Jongwoo’s front teeth with the head of his cock.
“Ah, Jagiya,” Moonjo said, extending the ‘a’ until it devolved into a whorish moan.
Jongwoo hummed and pulled off, holding his mouth open, letting Moonjo see his teeth.
Moonjo fixated on the cum staining Jongwoo’s teeth, dripping down the side of his mouth and leaving a trail. Moonjo felt hot and so unbelievably turned on, his cock desperately trying to twitch back to life.
Moonjo grabbed Jongwoo’s face. “Come here.”
Jongwoo crawled up Moonjo’s body, straddling his waist as he went.
Moonjo pulled Jongwoo’s bottom lip down and started licking his own cum off of Jongwoo’s teeth. He didn’t particularly enjoy the taste but the feel of Jongwoo’s teeth against his tongue drove him crazy—rough and wet, smooth and hard depending where his tongue went. He kept licking even when there was no more cum left, Jongwoo watching him but not telling him to stop either.
When Moonjo finally remembered his manners, he slipped his hand into Jongwoo’s underwear and wrapped it around his cock. Jongwoo was hard and wet, jumping in excitement in response to his touch. Moonjo jerked him off slow and firm, wanting to drive Jongwoo as crazy as he felt but without letting him cum.
Jongwoo moaned quietly, his watchful gaze slipping closed. He was warm and fat in Moonjo’s hand, growing slicker and wetter with each drag of his skin.
It didn’t take Moonjo long to grow hard again, to crave more. He rolled Jongwoo onto his back, pinning him to the bed with his body, pressing his cock against Jongwoo’s bulge. He stared down into Jongwoo’s surprised face and kissed him. He slipped his tongue into Jongwoo’s mouth after a moment and licked Jongwoo’s bottom teeth again, tracing them, memorizing their imprints. His hips moved of their own accord, desperately rubbing his cock against Jongwoo’s.
Jongwoo hummed in pleasure, Moonjo echoing him unintentionally.
Moonjo pulled off Jongwoo’s underwear as well as his own and settled in between Jongwoo’s thighs. He pressed a finger against Jongwoo’s hole and was shocked to find it wet.
Jongwoo looked embarrassed and kind of angry about it too. “I knew you’d definitely get off on this weird teeth thing so I came prepared.”
Moonjo was touched by Jongwoo’s consideration and how far he’d been willing to go just for him. He didn’t press Jongwoo to say anything else, opting to kiss him while he blindly reached into the bedside table for the lube. Once he found it, he stood on his knees and slicked himself up thoroughly before nudging his cock against Jongwoo’s hole.
He set the lube aside and held himself steady as he slowly pushed inside—hot, wet, pressure enveloping him. The pressure eased once the head was in and he felt Jongwoo soft and tight around him—heard Jongwoo gasp and sigh and hum as he adjusted to the feeling too.
Moonjo sighed and kept pushing in until he was comfortably buried inside, then he leaned over so he was hovering over Jongwoo’s face, kissing him—moaning loudly as Jongwoo suddenly bit his bottom lip. Jongwoo kept biting his lips randomly as they kissed, pulling and dragging Moonjo’s lips with his teeth. Moonjo was delighted to have his lips abused by Jongwoo’s teeth despite the immediate threat of him coming early and ending his fun for the night.
Jongwoo seemed to sense when Moonjo was too close because he stopped abruptly and asked, “Well? Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
Moonjo smirked, his lips aching as they stretched. He angled his left shoulder closer to Jongwoo’s face. “Bite me until I cum inside of you.”
Jongwoo’s cock jumped against Moonjo’s stomach. He opened his mouth wide before he sunk his teeth into Moonjo’s shoulder as requested—pain surging through Moonjo, but he liked it, feeling his cock harden even more at Jongwoo’s strong bite.
Moonjo felt overwhelmed, Jongwoo’s body hot and soft and tight around him, his perfect teeth etching themselves into Moonjo’s skin. He felt possessed as he railed into Jongwoo, feeling his skin stretch and pull itself back from where Jongwoo’s teeth held it firmly. It hurt, but Jongwoo didn’t relent, simply did his best to move his head in a way that alleviated some of it.
Moonjo had never experienced greater pleasure than this—never felt more deeply loved or more understood than in this moment. Jongwoo truly was his masterpiece. Not a shadow or a sniveling victim but someone capable of cruelty and kindness, deep hatred and even deeper love. And he was all Moonjo’s.
And Moonjo wanted nothing more than to proudly wear Jongwoo’s bite mark around like proof of ownership, proof that they belonged only to each other. He wanted to able to feel it anytime and think of this night. He fucked Jongwoo harder, lifting him up just enough to adjust the angle, Jongwoo wrapping his legs around Moonjo’s waist to help him keep it. Jongwoo moaned, a bit of drool leaking out of his mouth and leaving a warm trail down Moonjo’s chest until it fell onto Jongwoo. Blood too.
Pain and pleasure fought for Moonjo’s attention, his skin screaming for relief from Jongwoo’s bite, his cock too hard and aching for release. He wanted to stay like this forever but it felt too good, made his skin flush too hot.
Jongwoo didn’t seem quite as close, but soft moans and hum stuttered out of him, his heels and nails digging into Moonjo’s back more and more. Moonjo adjusted his pace and how hard he thrust until Jongwoo made a noise that sounded more like a whine than anything else—his last ditch effort to make Jongwoo come before he did. He failed miserably.
Just half a dozen thrusts later, Moonjo came harder than he had in his entire life, stilling abruptly with a pained groan before collapsing entirely on Jongwoo. After a moment, he felt Jongwoo slowly and carefully release Moonjo’s skin from his bite.
Jongwoo stroked the back of his head and dropped his legs onto the bed, Moonjo immediately missing the way they had been squeezing him so tightly. Moonjo felt drained and could only pant frantically and loudly, but he still summoned his energy to lift himself up a little, spit into his hand, and take Jongwoo’s cock into his hand.
Jongwoo gasped softly, staring up into Moonjo’s eyes. Moonjo was rough and fast and consistent—Jongwoo squirming more the closer he got to coming. The second he caught his breath, Moonjo leaned over and kissed Jongwoo, getting in more shallow licks to Jongwoo’s teeth, unable to resist now that he had permission.
Jongwoo came in thick spurts that Moonjo caught in his hand and with a muffled noise Moonjo felt reverberate in his teeth. Moonjo smeared Jongwoo’s cum down his shaft and jerked him off a little more, Jongwoo groaning softly and twitching in his hand. It might have been greedy of him but Moonjo kept his tongue in Jongwoo’s mouth, finding new angles to lick and enjoy his teeth while he recovered.
Jongwoo pulled his hand off after a couple minutes. “Enough, it hurts.”
Moonjo pulled away from Jongwoo’s mouth, leaving one last kiss at the edge. He stared down into Jongwoo’s eyes. “Thank you, Jagiya.”
Jongwoo looked away, that scowl he liked to wear around Moonjo on his face. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is to me.”
Jongwoo looked at him, defiance and challenge in his eyes, but his words were more neutral. “Let’s just clean up and go to sleep now, huh?”
Moonjo kissed him on the mouth intending to steal once last peck but Jongwoo pulled his head back down when he pulled away, keeping him there.
“Seriously, who the hell has a teeth fetish?” Jongwoo mumbled in between kisses.