Work Text:
After the last few years of flight attending, the loud chatter of a packed airport had become a second home to Yeosang. It wasn’t always easy work, and the passengers weren’t always the best, but he found himself coming back day after day. Yeosang maneuvered through the bustling crowd with practiced ease, his uniform crisp and his demeanor professional.
Despite the chaos of the airport, he moved with a sense of purpose, easily sliding through the maze of travelers and luggage.
As he made his way towards the departure gate, a trained smile on his face, Yeosang waved a quick greeting to security before finding his way to his first flight of the day.
One would assume the life of a flight attendant to be exciting, constantly flying into new destinations and seeing new sights. However, Yeosang had quickly grown bored of it, especially of the lack of control it left him with. He always felt like a passenger in his own life.
The monotony of serving drinks and ensuring passenger safety had begun to wear on him, leaving him yearning for something he could take control of. He longed for a sense of purpose beyond the confines of an aircraft.
With a heavy sigh, Yeosang boarded his flight in an almost robotic manner, ready to prepare the flight for the passengers to board when he was distracted by the welcome sight of Wooyoung restocking the amenities cart.
With a renewed sense of purpose, Yeosang made his way over to Wooyoung, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey, Wooyoung," he greeted warmly, grateful for the distraction from his thoughts.
Wooyoung looked up from his task, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Yeosang. "Sangie!!" he greeted cheerfully, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "I didn’t know you’d be on this flight!"
Yeosang chuckled, the sound ringing out through the cabin. "There was a change in the schedule, Jeonghan had an appointment so we switched," he replied, his tone laced with amusement.
Wooyoung grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, I'm glad you’re here" he chirped. "It's always better when we're on the same flight."
Yeosang couldn't help but agree. There was something comforting about having Wooyoung by his side, a familiar presence amid the chaos of airport life.
Yeosang saddled up next to Wooyoung to help with his restocking, gently folding over towels for the bottom shelf. “Do you know who our pilot is for today?” Yeosang questioned as he glanced over at Wooyoung.
Wooyoung shook his head, his attention focused on neatly arranging the amenities on the cart. "Not sure yet," he replied, his brow furrowing slightly in concentration. "But hopefully, it's someone decent. You know how some pilots can be..."
Yeosang nodded in agreement, his mind wandering to past experiences with less-than-ideal pilots. "Yeah, let's hope for someone who knows how to handle turbulence," he remarked wryly.
“Okay so definitely not Captain Lee.” Wooyoung chuckled softly, pulling a cheery laugh out of Yeosang.
The duo giggled to each other in their little bubble until it was swiftly interrupted by a figure entering through the doorway. By his outfit, it was easy to determine this was their flight’s captain but it was someone unfamiliar to Yeosang. Yeosang and Wooyoung exchanged a quick glance before straightening up, ready to greet their new captain with professionalism and respect.
As the captain entered the cabin, Yeosang couldn’t help but notice his sturdy build and confident demeanor, cheeks flushing as he took the man in.
"Good morning, Captain," Yeosang said with a polite smile, his voice warm and welcoming.
"I'm Yeosang, and this is Wooyoung. We'll be your flight attendants for today's journey."
Wooyoung nodded in agreement, his smile mirroring Yeosang's. "Welcome aboard, Captain. Is there anything we can assist you with before we begin boarding?"
“Good morning, I think we’ll be just alright doing our pre boarding checks in the cockpit but thank you for the offer.” The man then quickly moved to hold his hand out to greet both men properly, “Ah, my apologies, I’m Captain Choi but please just call me Jongho, I don’t believe I’ve flown with either of you before.”
Yeosang and Wooyoung greeted Captain Choi, or Jongho, with warm smiles and nods of acknowledgment, their professionalism unwavering despite the slight flutter in Yeosang's chest at the captain's presence.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Choi, ah…I mean Jongho," Yeosang said, extending his hand to shake Jongho's firmly. "We're looking forward to working with you today and ensuring a smooth flight for our passengers."
“I’m sure you’ll both do an excellent job.” Jongho squeezed Yeosang’s hand in a firm grip, one that left Yeosang reeling slightly at the sudden butterflies in his stomach. Of course, they often had pleasant conversations with the pilots of their flights, even earning praise from them, but there was just something about the tone in Jongho’s voice that left Yeosang a little giddy.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he barely noticed when Jongho took his leave down the hall to continue with his preflight checks.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Yeosang turned back to Wooyoung, his mind still buzzing with the lingering sensation of Jongho's touch. "Well, he certainly seems nice," he remarked, a giddy voice lacing his tone.
Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Someone's got a crush," he teased, nudging Yeosang playfully.
Yeosang rolled his eyes at Wooyoung's teasing, but couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at the thought of Jongho. "Oh, hush," he replied, trying to play off the butterflies that still fluttered in his stomach.
Wooyoung chuckled, his gaze filled with amusement. "I'm just saying, Sangie," he said, his tone light. "There's something there."
With a playful shove, Yeosang nudged Wooyoung back. "Stop it, you're imagining things," he retorted, though his cheeks betrayed the hint of a blush “Besides…isn’t that a little cliche?.”
Wooyoung shrugged, a mischievous glint still present in his eyes. "Maybe it is, but cliches exist for a reason, right?" he replied with a playful smirk. "Besides, when was the last time you let loose a little, got some action?”
“Oh shut up, I don’t wanna hear anything from a wannabe sugar baby like you.” Yeosang retorted with a grumble in his tone. Wooyoung quickly turned red and sputtered out trying to defend himself, “I am not a sugar baby!”
“That's why I said wannabe, you’re giving it out for free.”
“He’s my boyfriend, what? Am I supposed to charge Sannie tax and a tip every time I put out?” Wooyoung huffed out, turning away from Yeosang to check on their water bottle supply.
Yeosang couldn't help but chuckle at Wooyoung's indignant response, the tension from earlier dissipating into lighthearted banter. "Alright, alright, calm down," he said, trying to stifle his laughter. "I was just messing with you."
Wooyoung turned back to face Yeosang, a playful glint still in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "But seriously, Sangie, you should loosen up a bit. You're too wound up all the time."
Yeosang sighed, his expression softening. "I know, I know," he admitted, his tone more serious now. "It's just... I don't know. I guess I've been feeling a bit restless lately."
Wooyoung's playful demeanor softened as he regarded Yeosang with concern. "Hey, it's okay to feel that way," he reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Yeosang's shoulder. "Just remember to take some time for yourself, alright? And maybe... let yourself have a little fun once in a while, you’re so caught up in your job."
Yeosang nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, Wooyoung," he said, gratitude evident in his voice. With a nod of understanding, Wooyoung returned to his tasks.
As they continued their preparations for the flight, Yeosang couldn't shake the feeling of Wooyoung's words lingering in his mind. He realized that perhaps he had been neglecting his happiness, too focused on the routine and responsibilities of his job.
Deep in thought, Yeosang found himself glancing down the hallway where Jongho had disappeared earlier. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he remembered their brief interaction, the warmth of Jongho's handshake still lingering on his skin.
Maybe Wooyoung was right. Maybe it was time to loosen up and allow himself to enjoy life a little more, to embrace the unexpected moments of connection and possibility.
With a newfound determination, Yeosang straightened his uniform and took a deep breath, ready to face whatever his day had planned for him.
—
Another day, Another flight. Miles above ground, Yeosang couldn’t help but feel bored out of his mind. It was a simple two-hour flight, nothing he hadn’t done before, but the late hour left all the passengers sleepy and silent. With no Wooyoung to accompany him, Yeosang had turned to staring out the window at the night’s sky. His mind drifted to the only familiar face he had for this flight, Jongho.
After officially meeting the man on their last flight together he couldn’t seem to avoid him. Everyone seemed to be talking about the young new pilot they had on their team. Yeosang certainly couldn’t help but wonder if they were interested in his flying skills or more interested in discussing the planes of his body.
Lost in his thoughts, Yeosang barely noticed the gentle chime of the intercom signaling the captain's announcement. Jongho's voice filled the cabin, his tone calm and reassuring as he provided updates on the flight's progress and anticipated arrival time.
Listening to Jongho speak, Yeosang found himself captivated by the soothing timbre of his voice, the way each word seemed to flow effortlessly from his lips. It was a stark contrast to the usual monotony of in-flight announcements, and Yeosang couldn't help the blush that overtook his face. Wooyoung’s voice echoed in his mind, his lack of fun.
Yeosang could have fun.
Summoning his courage, Yeosang made his way to the cockpit, the hum of the engines providing a steady backdrop to his thoughts. As he approached, he could hear Jongho's voice growing louder, the sound of his laughter echoing down the narrow corridor.
Jongho was happily chatting away with his co-pilot, gasping softly at some workplace drama, when Yeosang stepped into the cockpit.
“He really did that? Unbel-oh!” Jongho perked up as he noticed Yeosang’s entrance, glancing over his shoulder to look at him with a soft smile.
"Hey, Yeosang!" Jongho greeted warmly, his smile widening at the sight of Yeosang standing there. "What brings you to the cockpit? Need a break from the cabin crew?"
Yeosang returned Jongho's smile, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through him. "Something like that," he replied with a playful smirk. "Thought I'd come up here and see if you two needed anything.”
“No, I think we’re all set up here.” Jongho’s co-pilot, Hanuel, quickly chirped out, leaning forward to press a few buttons on the control panel. "That's good to hear," Yeosang replied, nodding appreciatively at the co-pilot. "Just thought I'd come say hi and see how things are going up here."
Jongho turned back to face Yeosang, his smile still present. "Well, we're glad to have you," he said warmly. "It can get a bit lonely up here sometimes."
Yeosang chuckled, moving closer to stand beside him, "I can imagine," he said, glancing around the cockpit curiously. "It must be quite the view from up here."
Jongho nodded, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It definitely has its perks," taking an appreciative gaze out at the wide-open sky “Have you ever sat it in the pilot’s chair before?”
“Can’t say I have, I’ve always found all the controls pretty interesting though.” Yeosang hummed softly as he glanced over the complicated board of switches and buttons.
Jongho went silent for a moment, admiring the intrigue on Yeosang’s face before he spoke again, “How about after we offboard you stick around for a bit, yeah? I can show you how the whole thing works.”
Yeosang's eyes widened in surprise at Jongho's invitation. He hadn't expected such a generous offer, and the thought of learning more about piloting filled him with excitement.
"That sounds amazing, Jongho," Yeosang replied eagerly, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I'd love to stick around and learn from you."
Jongho returned the smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine warmth. "Great!" he exclaimed, clearly pleased by Yeosang's enthusiasm. "Consider it a personal behind-the-scenes tour of the cockpit from yours truly."
“Well, I’m sure you’ll give me a thorough tour.” Yeosang hummed, hand dropping to squeeze Jongho’s shoulder innocently enough, interest piquing at the blush that overtook the pilot’s features, “I’ll let you two get back to it, if you need anything just call for me.”
As Yeosang turned to leave the cockpit, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within him. The thought of getting Jongho alone all to himself was tempting, Wooyoung’s voice popping up back in his head.
Back in the cabin, Yeosang couldn't shake the grin from his face. His brief interaction with Jongho had left him feeling energized and eager for what was to come. As he went about his duties, he couldn't help but steal glances towards the cockpit, the memory of Jongho's warm smile playing in his mind.
Throughout the rest of the flight, Yeosang found himself counting down the minutes until they would land and he could join Jongho for the promised tour. As the passengers began to disembark and the aircraft finally came to a stop, Yeosang wasted no time in making his way back to the cockpit.
“I’ll catch up with you later Hanuel.” Jongho nodded to the other pilot who quickly collected the last of his things and slipped past Yeosang.
“Well? Are you ready?” Jongho grinned as he stepped aside for Yeosang, gesturing to the Captain’s seat. "I'm more than ready," Yeosang replied with a grin, his excitement palpable. He approached the captain's seat, feeling a surge of adrenaline as he settled into it. The seat felt different from the ones in the cabin, more commanding and authoritative.
Jongho's grin widened as he observed Yeosang's eagerness. "Alright then, let's get started," he said, moving to stand beside Yeosang. "First things first, let me show you the basics of the controls." Jongho leaned closer, looming over Yeosang as he gently guided his hands to the controls.
“This is the yoke, some people call it the joystick but I prefer the more official name, think of it like the steering wheel.” Yeosang's heart raced as Jongho leaned in closer, his presence sending a shiver down his spine. His hands trembled slightly as Jongho gently guided them to the controls, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through Yeosang's veins.
He tried to focus on Jongho's words but felt like his ears were filled with cotton as all he could focus on was Jongho’s voice right by his ear. As Jongho continued to speak, Yeosang couldn't help but steal glances at the captain's face, admiring the way his eyes sparkled with passion and expertise.
Once Jongho finished explaining the basics, he stepped back slightly, giving Yeosang some space to process the information. "So, what do you think?" Jongho asked with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“I-I think it's very interesting, I hadn’t realized how…technical things were up here.” Yeosang mumbled out, biting softly on his bottom lip as he battled with his inner self, turning his head to gaze up to Jongho with wide eyes, “It makes me feel…strong? Sitting here, do you feel like that too?”
Jongho's smile softened at Yeosang's words, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "I know what you mean," he replied, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. "There's something empowering about being in control up here, about guiding this massive machine through the sky."
He took a moment to let the sentiment sink in before continuing, "And yes, I do feel that strength. But it's not just about physical control—it's about the responsibility that comes with it, the trust that passengers place in us to get them safely to their destination, It's a lot to handle sometimes,”. The pink hue to his cheeks returned as he grew a bit vulnerable in his speech “Sometimes I’d like to let someone else be in control y’know? It feels like I’m always controlling everything for everyone else…..sorry that was a bit much.”
Yeosang listened intently to Jongho's words, his heart swelling with empathy as he saw the vulnerability in the pilot's eyes. He reached out, resting a comforting hand on Jongho's arm. "No, it's not too much at all," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's important to acknowledge those feelings, especially in a role as demanding as yours."
Yeosang turned in his seat slightly, gently pulling Jongho closer by the grip on his wrist, “I always feel like I have too little control actually…it feels like I’m just being pushed around by other people.”
Once again, that little voice in Yeosang’s head chimed in again…fun…letting go…
“Jongho, forgive me if this comes off poorly but, have you ever thought about…letting someone control you?”
Jongho's eyes widened slightly at Yeosang's question, his expression caught between surprise and curiosity. He shifted slightly, facing Yeosang more fully as he processed the unexpected inquiry.
"I... I haven't really thought about it," Jongho admitted, his voice soft and contemplative. "I suppose I've always been so focused on being in control, both in the cockpit and in life, that the idea of letting someone else take the reins is... foreign to me." He paused, his gaze meeting Yeosang's, searching for understanding and perhaps a hint of reassurance. "But... I can see the appeal," Jongho continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "To trust someone enough to surrender control, to let go of the weight of responsibility, even if just for a moment...I’m assuming you mean in a…sexual manner and I hope it's not too forward to say but I’ve never…had an encounter of that kind."
Yeosang's heart skipped a beat at Jongho's candid admission, a rush of warmth spreading through him at the vulnerability in the pilot's words. He nodded slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes.
“So you’re a virgin?”
“Yes, I know it’s embarrassing,” Jongho whined out, trying to pull away from Yeosang to hide his face in shame yet Yeosang’s grip only tightened.
“Would you like me to change that for you?”
The request took Jongho by surprise, his eyes widening as he processed Yeosang's words. A myriad of emotions flickered across his face—surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of excitement mingled together.
"Um, I...I don't know," Jongho stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I mean, I've never...I've never done anything like that before."
“Just let me take over yeah?” Yeosang’s eyes seemed to darken as he stood up, forcibly yet gently pushing Jongo to take a seat, “Would you like that?”.
"I...I think so," Jongho replied, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks flushed with a deep shade of pink as he allowed Yeosang to guide him into the seat, a nervous anticipation coursing through him.
Yeosang's gaze held a gentle intensity as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup Jongho's cheek. "Relax, Jongho," he murmured softly, his voice soothing yet tinged with desire. "I'll take care of you."
With that reassurance, Jongho let himself surrender to the moment, his heart racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. As Yeosang leaned in closer, their lips met in a hesitant yet electrifying kiss
Their kiss was tentative at first, a delicate exploration of each other's lips as they grew used to one another’s lips. But as the moments passed, their hesitancy melted away, replaced by a growing hunger and desire.
Yeosang's touch was gentle yet confident, his fingers tracing Jongho's jawline as their lips moved together in a dance of passion. Jongho's heart pounded in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through him.
As they deepened the kiss, Jongho found himself losing himself in the heat of the moment, his hands instinctively reaching out to pull Yeosang closer. Their bodies pressed together, the warmth of their embrace igniting a fire within them both.
Shaky hands flew to fumble with his belt buckle as Yeosang pulled away from Jongho long enough to discard his pants and boxers to the side and tear his button open with a swift movement. Jongho watched in amazement as Yeosang’s skin was revealed with each desperate loss of clothing. As he simply sat there, breath coming in ragged gasps, Jongho couldn't help but feel a fuzzy sense of calmness wash over him, all he had to do was sit back and Yeosang would take care of him.
Yeosang preened at Jongho’s flushed face, dropping down between his knees to mouth at the growing hardness in his slacks, tongue dragging over the rough fabric.
Jongho's breath hitched as Yeosang's lips and tongue worked their magic over the fabric of his slacks, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He arched his back slightly, his fingers clutching at the arms of the pilot’s chair.
Yeosang's movements were skilled and deliberate, his mouth tracing patterns over Jongho's clothed length, teasing and tantalizing him with each passing moment. Jongho's arousal grew with every touch, his body responding eagerly to Yeosang's ministrations.
“S-Shit! Yeosang!” Jongho couldn’t help the whine that broke from his lips, hips rutting forward against Yeosang’s mouth.
Yeosang's lips curved into a wicked grin at Jongho's reaction, the sound of his name falling from Jongho's lips like music to his ears. Encouraged by Jongho's response, Yeosang continued his teasing assault, his tongue pressing firmly against the fabric, tracing the outline of Jongho's growing hardness.
The fabric grew damp beneath Yeosang's ministrations, a mixture of Yeosang’s drool dampening the fabric and Jongho’s poor weeping cock leaking through. With each passing moment, Jongho's control slipped further and further away, his body trembling with need and desire.
Feeling emboldened by Jongho's desperate reactions, Yeosang decided to take things a step further. With a swift movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jongho's slacks, pulling them down just enough to reveal the outline of Jongho's erection straining against his underwear.
Without hesitation, Yeosang pressed his lips against the sensitive skin just above Jongho's underwear, kissing and nipping at the flesh as he teased Jongho mercilessly. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Jongho's body, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he struggled to maintain control.
As Yeosang continued his assault, Jongho's resolve finally crumbled. With a desperate groan, he pushed his hips forward once more, silently begging for more. And in that moment, Yeosang knew that he had Jongho exactly where he wanted him.
Yeosang pulled away, leaning back on his calves to look Jongho in the eye as he stuck three fingers in his mouth, tongue laving between his digits all while Jongho just had to sit back and watch Yeosang drool on his own hand.
Jongho's breath hitched as he watched Yeosang's provocative display, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight before him. The sight of Yeosang's fingers disappearing into his mouth sent a surge of arousal coursing through Jongho's veins, his own need growing more urgent with each passing moment.
Unable to resist any longer, Jongho reached down, his hand trembling slightly as he pressed his palm against his erection, thighs quaking at the much-needed touch, "Yeosang," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I-I can’t wait much longer.”
Yeosang's eyes sparkled with mischief as he withdrew his fingers from his mouth, his tongue glistening with saliva as he met Jongho's gaze. Without a word, he leaned forward, closing the distance between them as he guided his wet fingers down Jongho's exposed stomach, leaving a trail of moisture in their wake.
Jongho's breath caught in his throat as Yeosang's fingers dipped beneath the waistband of his underwear, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. With a gentle yet firm grip, Yeosang wrapped his fingers around Jongho's cock, eliciting a soft gasp from Jongho's lips.
Their eyes locked in a heated gaze as Yeosang freed Jongho from his confines, guiding the leaking red tip to his lips. He switched hands so he could drop his spit-slicked fingers down to circle his own hole, pressing one in as he slid his tongue down Jongho’s shaft.
Yeosang smirked at the gasps and whines he was pulling out of Jongho, dropping lower to suck one of his heavy balls into his mouth, earning a sharp gasp. Yeosang had become somewhat of a mess, spit dripping down his chin, and knees red from the hard floor, yet he didn’t mind. All he could do was rock himself back against his fingers as he stretched his hole open for Jongho.
Yeosang continued back up Jongho’s shaft, lips surrounding his tip again before he began the slow slide down, nose nestling into the hairs at the base of his cock. Jongho was heavy on his tongue, a wide fit that he could barely fit in his mouth.
Yeosang's skilled mouth worked wonders on Jongho's sensitive flesh, his lips and tongue coaxing every last drop of pleasure from him. Jongho's head spun with ecstasy as Yeosang expertly navigated his length, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, Jongho couldn't help but marvel at the sensations enveloping him. Yeosang's mouth felt like pure bliss, a warm, wet haven that threatened to drive him to the brink of madness.
Just as he felt ready to teeter over the edge Yeosang pulled away, wiping away the spit from his lips with the back of his hand. The sudden loss of Yeosang’s mouth had Jongho chasing the pleasure, hips bucking up as he let out a whiny moan.
“I think you’re ready for something better.” Yeosang slowly rose from the floor, climbing into Jongho’s lap with his back facing the younger man. Jongho could do little but grip Yeosang’s hips, mind too hazy to say much in the moment.
His hands trembled slightly as he gripped Yeosang's hips, his mind consumed by a primal urge to possess and be possessed.
Yeosang's back arched slightly as he pressed himself against Jongho, grinding his hips back against his sensitive erection. Jongho's coco throbbed with need as he felt Yeosang's warmth grazing against him.
Jongho squeezed his eyes shut tight as Yeosang reached back to guide the tip to his hole, mouth dropping open as Yeosang slowly lowered himself down, their bodies fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.
With a soft moan, Jongho leaned forward, his lips brushing against the nape of Yeosang's neck as he whispered softly, "Shit, Yeosang you feel so good."
Yeosang's breath hitched at Jongho's words, a shiver of pleasure coursing through him. Without a word, he guided Jongho's hand to rest at his waist before he began a rhythmic rise and drop of his hips.
As Yeosang moved atop him, Jongho's senses were overwhelmed by the sensation of their bodies joining and separating with each motion. Every thrust left him reeling, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.
Lost in the moment, Jongho's hands roamed freely over Yeosang's body, exploring every curve and contour as if trying to memorize every inch of him. He marveled at the smoothness of Yeosang's skin, the strength in his muscles, the way his body responded so eagerly to Jongho's touch.
Yeosang’s voice cut through the air, speaking over the groans and whines coming from Jongho, “You poor thing…left with such a nice thick cock and you’ve only gotten to use it now?” Yeosang cooed, condescension heavy in his tone.
“I don’t think I’ll want to let this one go…you’ll keep this cock nice and ready for me whenever I want it, right?” Yeosang quickened his pace, thighs burning yet he refused to stop the constant slamming of his hips. His hole greedily taking as much of Jongho as he desired.
Jongho's breath caught in his throat at Yeosang's words, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding through him. He swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing with a deep shade of pink as he struggled to find his voice.
"Y-Yes," Jongho finally managed to stammer out, his voice thick with desire. "Anything you want, Yeosang. I'll be yours, whenever you want me."
A satisfied smirk spread across Yeosang's lips at Jongho's response, his movements becoming even more fervent as he rode Jongho with a newfound intensity. He reveled in the power he held over Jongho, relishing in the way Jongho surrendered to him completely.
With each thrust, Jongho felt himself edging closer and closer to the brink, his body responding eagerly to Yeosang's velvety walls constricting around him. His body tensed as he felt that tight coil of arousal in his stomach ready to snap. He tried to cry out and warn Yeosang but all that could come out were gargled whimpers and moans.
As Jongho's cries grew louder, Yeosang quickened his pace, determined to push him over the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he felt Jongho release inside him, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.
However, the feeling of hot cum splashing his insides did little to slow Yeosang down. He rolled his hips downwards as he continued to milk Jongho of everything he had. Jongho’s deep whines and groans filled the cockpit as he was reduced to a squirming mess beneath Yeosang. Pinned to the pilot’s chair he could only hold Yeosang’s hips with a shaky grip as he emptied his heavy balls within him.
“Y-Yeosang wait-”
“What? You didn’t think I was done with you already did you?” Yeosang smirked, his gaze dark and filled with desire as he leaned backward to plaster his back to the white cotton of Jongho’s button-up, their breaths mingling in the confined space of the cockpit.
“You wanted this as much as I did,” Yeosang murmured huskily, turning his head so his lips brushed against Jongho’s cheek as he spoke. “And now that I have you right where I want you, I’m going to make sure you remember every moment of it, you did want a memorable first time after all.”
"Yeosang," Jongho pleaded, his voice thick with need. "Don’t stop."
Yeosang's lips curled into a wicked smile as he continued the devilishly slow grind of his hips. "I want to hear you beg for it, louder." he demanded, his voice sending shivers down Jongho's spine.
Jongho swallowed hard, his entire being consumed by the desire that burned within him. "Please," he begged, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need you."
“Mm… I don’t know…It doesn't feel like you want it,” Yeosang sighed, pulling off of Jongho’s cock with a thick squelch. The loss of contact only caused Jongho to whine louder, tears springing to his eyes as he quickly tried to change Yeosang’s mind.
“N-No! Please! Yeosang it aches please don’t stop!”
Yeosang chuckled darkly, reveling in Jongho's desperation. His own desire surged within him, fueled by Jongho's neediness. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes blazing with lust as he watched Jongho squirm.
"If you need it so bad I’ll give it to you…but you’ll need to do all the work," Yeosang conceded, his voice dripping with arousal. "Come and take me Jongho." Yeosang taunted, leaning forward to grasp the yoke of the aircraft to brace himself.
Jongho could hear his blood pumping in his ears as he trailed his gaze down the arch of Yeosang’s back. Quickly, he stood up from the captain’s chair and took hold of Yeosang’s hips. His hips stuttered as he ground his cock against the slick mess of Yeosang’s hole, his cum still leaking out.
With a low growl, Jongho took hold of his base and pressed into Yeosang, his movements slow and deliberate as he entered him. The feeling of being enveloped by Yeosang's tight heat was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Jongho's body.
Yeosang moaned softly as Jongho penetrated him, the sensation of being filled by Jongho sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body. He braced himself against the yoke, his fingers gripping it tightly as he surrendered to the pleasure.
Jongho's movements were hesitant at first, his thrusts cautious as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside Yeosang. But as he found his rhythm, his confidence grew, each thrust becoming more forceful than the last
“There you go baby, just like that,” Yeosang grunted out, his body rocking with each thrust. Jongho couldn’t help but moan at the sight of Yeosang’s back and arm muscles tensing as he carved his way into the older’s body. “Isn’t it so much better doing it yourself? Hm?” Yeosang barked out with a smirk.
Jongho's breath hitched at Yeosang's words, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down his spine. With each heavy slap of his hips against Yeosang’s ass, he felt himself growing closer to the edge, his arousal driving him to new heights of pleasure.
"Yes," Jongho gasped, his voice thick with desire. "It's incredible. You feel amazing, Yeosang."
Yeosang's smirk widened at Jongho's words, his pleasure evident in the way his body responded to each thrust. He pushed back against Jongho's movements, urging him on with his own need.
Their bodies moved in perfect synchronization, words being replaced with loud grunts and moans. Jongho's breaths came in ragged gasps as he neared the brink once again, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to stave off his orgasm.
“Don’t hold back on me now baby, I know you need to let go.” Yeosang broke Jongho from his concentration, hips slamming backward to meet Jongho’s stuttering thrusts,“ Come on Jongho, give it to me.”
Jongho's resolve shattered at Yeosang's words, his body trembling with the effort to hold back his release. With a growl, he abandoned all restraint, giving himself over completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.
His hips moved with a newfound urgency, each thrust accented by the sound of the slick slide of his cock in and out of Yeosang’s abused hole. With each slam of his hips, the slick heat of Yeosang's body enveloped him, pushing him ever closer to the brink.
With a final, desperate cry, Jongho tumbled over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He surrendered to the pleasure, his thighs tightening with the force of his release as he spilled himself into Yeosang.
Yeosang's climax followed soon after, his body tensing as he moaned out at the feeling of Jongho spilling into him once again.
Jongho fell back into the chair, chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath. Yeosang straightened his posture, thighs wet and sticky from the mess of semen that had spread down his ass from every slap of Jongho’s hips. He turned around with a slight shake in his stance, reaching down to grip Jongho’s hair in his fist and pull him into a kiss. Jongho was taken off guard by the sudden press of Yeosang’s lips to his own but quickly melted into it only for Yeosang to quickly pull away.
“You look like a mess Captain…you should really clean yourself up,” Yeosang spoke with an uninterested tone, picking Jongho’s discarded boxers up from the floor to wipe himself clean. Once done he tossed the soaked fabric at Jongho’s feet. Almost as if nothing happened, Yeosang stepped back into his clothes with ease all while Jongho was still stunned in silence, reeling from what had just happened.
“You have another flight in an hour, I’ll see you then.” Yeosang announced, giving Jongho a once over before turning and walking to the door, pausing briefly at the entrance “Maybe afterward we can see if you can go for a third round.” Yeosang smirked at the wide-eyed expression Jongho gave him before he turned and walked out the door.