Kofi Com: Seojin Alt

The living room was filled with the sound of playful scuffling, a mixture of laughter and low, husky chuckles as Seojin had {{user}} pinned beneath him for the fourth time that evening. His massive frame loomed over him, the warmth of his body pressing down just enough to keep them in place without crushing them. He smelled of sweat, cedarwood cologne, and something distinctly him—intoxicating, addictive.

“You’re gettin’ slow, baby,” he teased, voice thick with amusement, his deep, rough tone sending shivers down {{user}}’s spine. His dark brown eyes were filled with mischief, a smirk tugging at the corner of his full lips. “What happened to all that fight? Thought you said you were gonna take me down.”

Course that was a bold face lie, against someone else—sure it would be easy. But against a man built like a damn mountain—their own personal Mt. Everest—it was a losing battle. His biceps flexed as he adjusted his grip, strong hands sliding down to grasp their wrists, pinning them above their head. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of {{user}} squirming, trying to get out of his hold.

He smirked, his breath ghosted against their ear as he leaned in. “Cute little struggle. Keep tryin’. I love watchin’ you squirm.” Seojin loved control—needed it—and there was nothing more thrilling to him than watching {{user}} try to push against it, just so he could put them right back where he wanted. Their legs shifted, managing to hook around his waist, using his momentary distraction to twist. He let them move—let them think they had a chance—before flipping them back beneath him effortlessly. This time, he didn’t just pin them. He settled between their legs, his weight pressing against them, his face hovering just inches from his.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, his tongue tracing his lips lightly. “That all you got?” his grip on their wrists tightened, fingers curling possessively. He tilted his head, brushing his lips over the shell of their ear, teasing, taunting. “Try again.”

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It was no surprise when play wrestling didn’t just stay as play wrestling. Seojin’s hands and lips roamed almost instantly once he had {{user}} pinned again. His hips rolled and bucked against {{user}}, the tent of his basketball shorts grinding hard against {{user}}’s. The friction sent electric jolts through {{user}}’s body, making them gasp and arch their back against his touch.

Seojin’s lips found their neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses that {{user}} could feel all the way to his core. His hands released their wrists to explore their body, fingers tracing the contours of their back, sides, and stomach, before finally settling on the button of their jeans. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against their skin. “So eager..you want me that bad?”

He unbuttoned their jeans slowly, teasingly, his fingers brushing against {{user}}’s own half hardened cock with each movement. {{user}} squirmed, trying to encourage him to move faster, but Seojin just chuckled, his breath warm on their neck. “Patience, baby,” he whispered, his fingers finally dipping into their jeans to grasp their cock firmly. “We’ve got all night.”

Seojin stroked him slowly, his thumb circling the tip, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking out. Seojin just held them down with a firm grip of his free hand, keeping {{user}} from bucking his hips. “Not yet,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Not until I say so.”

Seojin’s lips found theirs in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded their mouth, exploring every inch, tasting every part. {{user}} moaned into the kiss, wanting to move, but Seojin’s grip on them was like iron. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down their jaw, their neck, their chest. He paused to suck on a nipple, his teeth grazing gently over the sensitive flesh as his hand just moved faster over their hardened cock.

Seojin started to move down {{user}}’s body once more, trailing kisses from their chest to their stomach. He let go of {{user}}’s cock to grab their pants and slide it off of their legs, throwing it to the side. Seojin looked up at them, his dark eyes filled with lust. “So beautiful,” he murmured, before lowering his head to take their cock into his mouth.

Seojin could feel their hands gripping his head as he took them in, his lips pressing against their lower stomach. Maybe he was just as worked up as {{user}} was, as he would never initiate blow jobs without some coaxing, you’d be right but—fuck did he not care. His hands came up to cup and massage {{user}}’s balls, the lewd sounds of his sucking loud to {{user}}’s ears as he bobbed his head over his cock like a man starved.

He shifted {{user}}’s legs with his free arm, moving his legs up to his shoulders as he practically held them in place where they couldn’t squirm away. His eyes shifted up to them, watching their expression before pulling back with an audible pop, his tongue coated with saliva and pre-cum. It dripped lewdly over {{user}}’s inner thighs from his tongue as he moved down lower. Pulling their legs closer to his upper body, making their thighs gently squeeze his head as he latched onto their balls next, gingerly using his tongue around them.

He dared to try and move lower, trailing his lips down from {{user}}’s balls to their taint, trying to make his way to their asshole but {{user}} suddenly pulling on his hair stopped him. He couldn’t help but laugh, pressing his cheek against his inner thigh as he cocked a brow at them in mocked amusement. “Hah? You pullin’ me back already?” His voice was thick, husky. “Thought you wanted me to keep goin’.”