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He had it all…
grace, elegance, and beauty, all wrapped in a delicate frame that seemed to float rather than walk. Sunghoon was a ballet dancer, basically, a living porcelain doll, ethereal and capable of mesmerizing anyone lucky enough to find their gaze captured by him.
When he danced, the spotlight was on him. Sunghoon twirled and leaped like a celestial body circling the sun..
Each movement he made was poetry in motion, a sonnet of flesh and muscle that choreographed the air around him. He was like a rare nymphaea…, drawing whispers of admiration from his peers. Sunghoon thrived in this electric atmosphere, where eyes fluttered on him like moths, captivated by the heat of his allure
When he performed, all the applauses he always received from the audience and the looks of jealousy that followed him backstage, made his heart race like a crescendo.
“look at Sunghoon,” “he’s here”, “good job” ..
Music to his ears.
the weight of those eyes curled around him like ivies and nurtured his self-obsession, feeding the handsome ego that throbbed beneath his flawless exterior. He reveled in the delicious tension of it.., aware of how his beauty could be compared to a siren's song, forever bewitching and enchanting.
He savored the attention, loved the jealousy.., this was Sunghoon, one who danced not just with his body but with the essence of narcissism, always striving to remain the center of every whispered compliment and stolen glance.
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Sunghoon was back to his apartment, neat and clean. It was almost minimalistic..
He was still wearing his fitted black tank top and baggy dance pants. He carried the scent of sweat and wood polish from the studio, his skin glistening slightly from the intense practice, his make up was still on.
He set his dance bag down with a soft thud, letting out a breath of relief..
his still aching muscles felt like a badge of honor.
Sunghoon made his way toward his bathroom, feeling the need to wash the fatigue off his delicate body…
He stood in front of the shower slowly stripping, the quietness of his apartment made the scene look intimate. even the way he undressed was perfect.., once he was done, he entered the shower, rewarding it with the beautiful sight of his body.
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The fabric of his white bathrobe felt soft on his pale skin.., his bedroom was illuminated by a lamp that casted a low light, creating a relaxing atmosphere.
Sunghoon sat on his white bed
After brushing his own black hair , he let the brush lay down on the soft surface before focusing on himself again.
there was a full-length mirror in front of the bed. Sunghoon peered at his own reflection, admiring how great he looked post shower.., his black hair framing a face that was striking, classically handsome with lips that seemed almost too perfect for a boy.
Sunghoon had always known he was pretty, but today something about the light and partially smudged make up, added to the way he was feeling. the angles of his features left him breathless.
Instinctively, he started caressing his cleavage, his fingers appreciating every bone that laid underneath his skin.., he was delicate with himself as if he was being touched by someone else, his lips parted as the the light massage managed to turn him on already…
There was only one thing he could do..
Sunghoon got up and slowly untied his bathrobe, slipping it off his shoulders and letting its weight carry it the rest of the way to the floor. He couldn’t stop looking at himself, his naked body was a work of art, he admired it, his own toned yet skinny figure was the reason of his lip bite…, his skin was young and bright, no hair was on his belly, chest or legs. His parents really won the genes lottery.
The more he stared at his own reflection, the more his heart raced.., it was a secret of his..
Sunghoon watched himself grow hard and he found that extremely arousing.
It was thick, its size in the middle, a subtle vein visible on it. the length was as pale as his skin till a touch of pink adorned the upper part of it. Sunghoon turned, viewing it from the side, checking himself out on the mirror before taking a handful of it…,
He was so turned on by the sight of his own beautiful shaft. His ballet peers could have only dreamt of having a body like his, proportions like his, weight like his..
He bit his bottom lip, slowly bringing himself to bend over the soft bed behind him, it was provocative..
He peeked over his shoulder and got shy at his own sight, his butt was truly perfect, as well as his smooth legs.., Sunghoon continued and fully went on his bed, he checked himself out from the side..
his face was smudged against the sheets, his back arched perfectly in a way only an elegant dancer like him could do. This position allowed him to imagine himself getting harshly fucked.., if he had a clone, he would have done so..
this was the body no one got to see under his clothes, the body no one yet put hands on. It was too precious, his own trophy.
Sunghoon again slowly switched position, keeping his eyes on the big mirror.
He was now sitting
“You’re so beautiful, they’re all jealous of you..” he said to himself only, caressing his own lips with his thumb..
“You could have anyone you want.” He smirked at his reflection, savoring the fantasy. Who wouldn’t want to be adored by someone like him?
He started dragging his veiny hand over his chest and belly, feeling a few of his toned contours, enjoying the intimate touch.
He closed his eyes as he made his way down to his own shaft.., teasing it a little, circling his thumb over the barely gaping slit that soon got stained with precum. He then gripped its base, proceeding to pump it up and down, it was hard in his warm hand, so hard that his tip switched to a brighter pink.., he watched his biceps tighten while continuing with his movements, passing his free hand through his shiny hair.
His gentle strokes made an unwanted sound leave his mouth, Sunghoon spread his legs a bit more, allowing himself to see what was hidden under his scrotum.
A light pink line connected it to where his anus was.., his soft thighs contrasted with the long shaft that stood between them.
He moaned, yanking his head back in pleasure before going back to stare at himself.., Sunghoon moved his other hand on top of his chest, stopping at one of his nipples, he instinctively pinched it, provoking shivers through his body. he moved that same hand up to his own neck, squeezing just slightly, leaving a long red mark just up his collarbones… , he was too attractive and couldn’t resist touching himself all over. he was completely captivated by how innocently sexy he looked at the moment. “You’re turning me on” he moaned out at his own reflection. More pre ejaculation flowed out of his member, showing how truly turned on he was.
He could feel his breath quickening in a lewd way, his hand almost aching by how fast he was pumping and the soreness after practice didn’t help.
Sunghoon decided to give it a break and reached for the brush he used earlier, it was still on the side of his bed..
While still panting, Sunghoon turned the brush in his hand so now his grip was on its head..
He brought the slightly chunky handle close to his lips and let his transparent saliva fall on it.., a drop missed the tool and glided down his neck.
impatiently, he slowly lowered the tool, positioning its tip close to his rim that twitched with anticipation.
He pressed further and the muscle softened, letting him push it in.., stretching just perfectly to accommodate the widest part of the hairbrush handle. Sunghoon gasped at the warm feeling of intrusion, his eyes full of insatiable desire to ruin himself. His tight rim closed around the tip of the object, welcoming it inside.
With a eager grip on the brush’s head, he pushed in even more, going past something that was preventing him to do so. A beautiful grunt came out of him after succeeding. his pink lips were slightly parted as he was focused on moving the object in and out of himself, it felt so great.., he wished someone else was watching how beautiful he looked all aroused.
Sunghoon was basically sitting on the very edge of the bed, he spread his legs further, allowing the handle to go deeper. his sensitive body unexpectedly squirmed when his prostate got found. “Like that..” he whispered. His movements were delicate yet impatient, he soon started speeding up, it was feeling so good that his body failed to keep on sitting..
Sunghoon wanted to keep on looking at himself however those sparks of pleasure forced his body to fully lay down the bed.., it was amazing to make love with himself.
Sunghoon spread his legs, fucking himself with the styling tool. The stimulation caused his tight hole to contract, and every squeeze of that muscle only pulled object deeper inside him, tickling his prostate. “Sunghoon..” he moaned his own name, immersing himself into a forbidden pleasure. His free hand moved back to his still hard penis and started stroking it.
His thick brows furrowed in pleasure, his whimpers started low and ended in a high pitched way…, his breath loud in the quiet bedroom,
”yes, yes——, yes”
He found his own voice sexy, Sunghoon gave pleasure to both of his sensitive parts, his length twitched as the handle kept on thrusting his insides.., his knees bended..
Sunghoon became heavy breathing mess when he felt his dry orgasm approaching. The stimulation of both his penis and his prostate was making him slightly shake. his body tensed and the muscles of his rim clenched while experiencing the powerful sensation of his first climax. He could hardly control his voice, he wanted to squeeze on the soft blankets but couldn’t stop satisfying himself. He showered and made himself look presentable only to ruin himself again and sweat like he did during those intense hours of dance practice.
“Fuc-*gulp*” ..
It felt so good.
He arched his back, continuing with the fast movements.., the handle of his brush that was sliding in and out without struggles, was giving him a sense of fullness that couldn’t be replicated with something else.
He knew how fast to go, when to stop, when to keep going, he had full control over his perfect body and the thought of that, excited him.
Sunghoon thought about how nice he looked earlier in the dance studio, the way his dance moves were so delicate, fucking himself was like a reward. The pleasure was unbearable, his moans got higher as he pumped his stiff shaft more quickly.., he was unable to think straight, he could only hear his own heavy breathings and the sound of his hand gently slapping against his skin. he knew he was about to come..
He raised his head to meet with his reflection again, he could see that his face cheeks were reddish and his forehead was strained with a hint of sweat, he was so used to be quiet and elegant that now, letting his filthy moans out was the equivalent of freedom. His hand was harshly squeezing the brush’s head, his fingers ruining its bristles.
He looked so fucked out and loved to see it.
a tickling sensation pooled in his lower body, just a little down his abdomen..
his guts full and system rushing with dopamine. the muscles of his body contracted so much that Sunghoon let go of the hairbrush. The rush in his movement made him shudder, he was so desperately close.
The dancer pumped his shaft faster and finally, his orgasm broke the impending need of releasing. a little scream filled his bedroom as white thick strings of liquid spilled out of his now fragile length. the brush’s handle slipped out, leaving him feeling just slightly wide open.
Sunghoon closed his legs and let powerful involuntary spams take over his body..
He stayed there to recollect himself.. panting, biting his bottom lip to suppress another final moan. even replaying the thought of the act he had just performed could excite him.
He closed his eyes, feeling more vulnerable than ever..
just like a white swan floating on a lake.