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The look Seongje gave him, a sign that this night wasn't going to end well. For both of them.
Something bloomed in Hyuntak's chest as Seongje’s slippery kisses traveled along his neck. His hands weren't steady, trying to feel Seongje as much as he could by his clumsy touch under his sweatshirt.
If it was Hyuntak's home, he'd be worried his mother could be there anytime. Maybe it would add some unnecessary adrenaline and distract him a little- but now, nothing was there to interrupt them. It was just the two of them.
Hyuntak buried his face in Seongje’s neck, breathing in his cheap cologne and cigarettes. The scent that made him lose his sanity. It made him weirdly comfortable, attached and restored some peace when he heard Seongje breathing on top of him.
His weight was forcing Hyuntak's body against the kitchen counter, stinging his back like needles. But he couldn't complain at all. He couldn't say a word. Neither could Seongje.
“Too fast?” Seongje asked with a small hint of worry in his voice. Maybe he was afraid of scaring him once again. But Hyuntak shook his head. He rubbed his thumb against Seongje’s cheeks, then his lips. “It's fine. It's- it's so fine.”
He whispered. “Can we go somewhere more comfortable?”
Seongje’s one sized bed.
Hyuntak found himself pinning Seongje on the nice, soft mattress and couldn't help but bury his face into his pretty neck.
“Wow. Gotak.”
Hyuntak felt his head spin when he heard Seongje’s groan, his shallow breath brushing the back of Hyuntak's ear. “I didn't even do anything.” He whispered once again. It felt like a crime to speak out loud and ruin the whole thing.
“Do something then.” Shit. Seongje was making him lose control. Taking his control. “Do whatever you want, Hyuntak.”
Thank god he wasn't using those corny pet names anymore. Would be such a turn off.
Then he got away several inches, observing Seongje's face. God, such grace and beauty, lying under him… Hard to resist. Hyuntak went for a kiss, for those lips that were begging to be kissed, short and sweet. Then he looked at him again. Seongje seemed starstruck, defenseless, all of his guards down with a single touch of Hyuntak’s lips. It was lucky of Hyuntak to catch him like that.
He was curious. Curious to discover whatever treasure was waiting beneath him. First, he tried to take off the sweatshirt with his trembling hands and used some help of course. Then the t-shirt. Then Seongje’s smooth chest glowing under the dim, maroon light of the table lamp. It was like golden; when he ran his hands through Seongje’s body, he felt like it was a portal sucking him in, colors rushing in front of his eyes as he felt the shocking warmness of Seongje’s hand. Gently lifting Hyuntak's shirt up and violently throw it to the corner of the room.
The pleasure was too much to handle. Hyuntak was never introduced to something like this. Not even when he kissed his first girlfriend under the rain, just like the romance dramas. This was entirely different. Just by looking into Seongje’s eyes, he felt the universe shuffling inside him.
He understood why he couldn't see the stars anymore. They were hiding behind those beautiful, charming eyes he begged everyday to see.
“Seongje.”
“Hyuntak.”
“Is it okay?”
“What?”
Hyuntak lazily dragged his hands around Seongje’s belt. “Can I?” Silence. “Please?” Seongje was looking at him like he was in trance.
“Well.” Seongje got up like a wild animal awakened. He tossed Hyuntak aside and climbed on top of him, one hand pinning him to the bed and the other undoing his belt. “Let me.” Hyuntak pushed Seongje's hand aside and unbuttoned his pants. He uncontrollably let out an embarrassing sound when Seongje's weight crashed into him like a wave.
I want you to crush me like a flower between the pages of a book, Seongje. Hyuntak could beg like this. Would it be too dramatic?
“Pfft.” Seongje couldn't resist the urge to let out a small chuckle. “Cute.”
“Seongje.” He yearned his name like he was his sacred saviour. He wrapped his arms around him, like he wanted to be crushed under his weight. He clinged onto him until there wasn't a single inch left untouched. Of course- he felt the stiffness below his waist too. Both his and Seongje’s.
“Please.” He let out a sigh. “Please, Seongje.” His voice was weak, pitiful. Seongje nodded slowly. “You gotta learn how to be patient, jagiya.”
Seongje was making him lose his mind. Literally.
So evil of him to lie on top of Hyuntak, cage his body with his big arms and fit body- do everything, bite him, kiss him, suck him, but not what Hyuntak wants. So fucking evil. Seongje pulled back. He slowly placed a hand on Hyuntak’s dick. “Such a mess here. Want me to help?”
Hyuntak was at a loss of words. He just weakly nodded.
Seongje, once again, so gently took Hyuntak’s pants off. “I thought there's no way I would do this, but you're special I guess.” Hyuntak watched Seongje’s head move down. His head was forced to go up as he was hit by a sudden wave of pleasure.
“Holy sh-” Seongje’s mouth was moving fast, not even giving Hyuntak a chance to take a deep breath. “Holy fuck. You-” His fingers interlocked in Seongje's fluffy, soft hair.
His grip got harder the moment Seongje started to bite and suck in. His eyes widened in pain, damn. That's surely going to leave a mark. Seongje knew it too. Seongje wanted to mark Hyuntak everywhere, like he was his precious art work that he should make sure everyone knows who he belongs to.
His mouth was moving up and down, starting and finishing seconds after. Hyuntak’s cheeks were flushed, gasping for air any moment Seongje let him. He felt the dripping warmness around his thighs, and Seongje’s face rising up between them. Oh-
“You're hard again.” A chuckle. He's laughing?!
“Fuck.” Hyuntak covered his face with his hands in embarrassment and turned around, curling in a ball. Ugh.
“Where are you going, Gotak?” Seongje's voice was playful, suggesting- of bad things. He grasped his waist, pulling him in.
The type of intimacy Hyuntak never had before. Not like anything he has seen. He was going blindfolded in this adventure, he wasn't even sure if he was… ready? There was a long pause, hesitation; not because he was scared or uncomfortable. He just didn't know what to do.
“Hyu… Relax a bit.” Did Seongje gain some sort of emphatic power out of a meteor that randomly fell?
His voice showed no sign of empathy though, he figured. He was still a prey in the arms of a hunter. He felt like that somehow. His eyes were once again twitching in pleasure when Seongje went for his neck. Hyuntak's hands danced in his soft hair, his mind going blank with the sweet anxiety mixed with pleasure.
“You're so quiet.” Seongje whispered into his ear as his hands went to Hyuntak's chest. A short, triggering rush of pleasure tickled his senses when those cold fingers ran through Hyuntak's nipples. “Does this make you louder?” Seongje giggled.
“You're such a prick.” Hyuntak suddenly got out of bed, arms open like he's trying to scare away Seongje.
“What happened?” Seongje was surprised. A rare sight.
Hyuntak waited a bit, seemed frustrated for a second.
“Do you want to sto-” Stop?
Hyuntak dashed forward, letting his body land harshly on Seongje's. Seongje's words were interrupted by Hyuntak's sudden kiss. He let out a small groan when his head hit the wooden bed frame.
Stop?
Hyuntak didn't know what he felt but stopping was the last thing he'd ever want. He wanted this everday. Someone like him, with a poisonous charm, with a crazy handsome face… he wanted him every time. He always did.
They were going back in circles, with no progress. Sloppy kisses, going down on his crotch then back to wet lips amateurly touching each other. One moment he was on the floor, the other he was on the matress, by the wall or beneath him. Seongje was surprisingly good but bad at the same time, he was devoted for sure. And Hyuntak, this was his first ever thing close to a sexual intercourse so he knew he truly was bad at it. He put effort in it.
“Kiss my bottom lips. And I'll kiss your top.” Some girl in a summer camp taught him, he remembered. He went in for Seongje's bottom lip and was greeted with a greedy tongue.
“Look at me.” Seongje made him lie down in a manner he could call kind. “See me. Know what I'm doing, Hyuntak.”
“I want this to be more than a blurry memory to you. I want you to remember every detail. Second by second.”
I want you to remember every fiber of my touch deep in your skin.
Carve your mind with my fingertips, Hyuntak finally let go of any unsettling feeling as he melted in Seongje's touch, caught in a wave of pleasure and pain with the finger curling in him.
“Ugh-” He gripped Seongje's arm. “Hm?” Seongje stared with a hint of pleasure behind those sparkly eyes. They were certainly sharing the pleasure. Not the pain.
“Should I go on?” Seongje was seeking approval. How nice of him. Hyuntak nodded. He was a bit of a sadist anyway. He knew he needed some kind of- lube, spit or something to make the progress less painful.
But a part of him believed that some occasions needed to be painful to be remembered forever. Was it a sick thought? Maybe. Did he like it? Yes. His whole relationship with Seongje was about this. Meant to be a temporary memory for him. Because he wanted Seongje to be with him forever. Physically or mentally. Even a single millisecond they spent together should be his. Forever. Even if it stung, it was meant to leave a stain behind.
Sick. “Wait a minute.”
Hyuntak slowly lifted his head and watched Seongje search for something in the drawer next to his bed.
“You have…lube?” Damn. “You fuckboy.” Hyuntak said in a teasing tone.
“It's baby oil. Way cheaper.”
“So you're experienced enough to know the dif-” Hyuntak shut up as soon as the sticky liquid touched his skin, making his heart throb in excitement.
“Quite a way to shut you up.” Seongje carefully moved his fingers around, watching the boy's face every second. Hyuntak smiled in return while another finger made its way in. “Is it…?” He groaned in…pleasure? Excitement? Both?
It felt deep. He wrapped his hand around Seongje's wrist as if he wanted to be a part of the movement as well. “Yes. Seongje.”
He always dreamed it differently.
Maybe rough, maybe finished in a blink of an eye but definitely not this…slow. Captivating. Any move made a difference to him. Seongje was gracefully gentle and- was it the natural pleasure he experienced or was it Seongje's miracle? He couldn't decide.
“Hm?” Seongje slowly got closer to his face and hummed in his ear. Fuck. Not the correct move in that position.
“Seongje. Please.”
“What?”
“Go ahead..?” Hyuntak couldn't bring himself to look into his eyes once again. He just grabbed whatever was around him and prepared for…something.
“Shh. Gotak.” Seongje took out his fingers and wiped them on a random piece of cloth. “Look at me.” He cupped his face and made him look into his eyes. “You're too nervous.”
“Let it go. It won't hurt.” Seongje took a deep breath. “You won't enjoy it this way.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.”
Hyuntak tried to calm down for a bit. “Will you… let me?”
Seongje smirked. “You feisty animal.” Hyuntak raised an eyebrow and slowly laid Seongje down. “You say so?” He climbed on top of him until their torsos matched each other like puzzle pieces.
“Oh. Here we go.” Hyuntak slowly reached down. “You're… hard.”
“No shit.” Seongje wrapped his hands around Hyuntak's waist and helped him rotate his body. “Fuck. Gotak.”
“Seo- Seongje.” Whatever feeling flushed through his veins, was fucking dangerous and addictive to him. He just wanted to go on and on until he couldn't.
“Can you-” Hyuntak cut him off by slowly going down, taking it in inch by inch. “Yeah, you can. Surely.” Seongje groaned.
“Holy-...” Every sound Seongje made while he was on top of him made Hyuntak go feral. It was… astounding.How come he never did this before?
“Are you.. okay?” Hyuntak nodded, his cheek flushed and his hands trembling. “I've never been better. Fuck.”
He felt like he was in trance.
Every move guided by the hands on his waist, every gliding back and forth… shit, he could be addicted. Even though it was fall, Seongje could see drops of sweat around Hyuntak's stupid haircut. Seongje cheekily lifted a hand up to swipe those sweat off. “Damn. Gotak. You're so- you're so good at this.” Another hand slowly teased his back, going up and down through his spine. Fingers dancing around his crotch back to the waist.
“Fuck. Stop.” Hyuntak bent over, his ass still trying to go up and down even though he lacked energy. So he was now face to face with Seongje, his hands pitifully seeking some support from the bedsheets. “Oh-”
“Let me.” Seongje made sure he held him safely when they switched positions once again. “So, that was all? You're the boy that…” Seongje slowly moved his hips forward, watching Hyuntak’s eyes roll back. “who challenged me?” Then a rough thrust hit the right spot in him. Oh. God.
While he was seeing literal stars, he thought Seongje might be god. Because of the way he slowly lifted his knees up and leaving him with that tingly sensation inside him. “Good lord. Fucking move!” Seongje's expression darkened like something wild woke up in him. That was… scary in a good way for Hyuntak.
“If you say so…”
Hyuntak might've regretted that.
Fuck, no. With the sight of Seongje’s muscles above his head and his huge chest, his sweat dropping on him, he would've traded this moment with his life. There weren't enough words in the whole Asian language family to describe what he was feeling when Seongje's dick was sliding inside of him. Or when he was biting bits of him, or doing both.
He was crushing under the weight of him like a flower between the pages of a book.
It was miraculous.
It was precious.
Sex wasn't about lust for Hyuntak. It was about the unholy feelings he felt for Seongje from the moment he first saw him. Now he was moving back and forth and drowning Hyuntak in waves of pleasure. God.
“I- fuck… I've craved you..”
“For so long.”
“Ah- Shut…” While Seongje was rhythmically going in and out, every sound Hyuntak's mouth made was fueling him like a train out of its tracks. Their voices were lost in each other's.
“Fuck.” Hyuntak's back uncontrollably arched. “I think I'm…”
Seongje couldn't give a shit. He didn't stop until he felt on the edge as well. “Gotak. I-"
“Don't pull it out.”
“What?” Seongje didn't let the shock disrupt his pace. “It's not-”
“I don't care.” It was hard to resist when Hyuntak had his mouth open like he was gasping for air any moment, hands leaving marks behind Seongje’s back. His cheeks flushed, hair all messed up and once again and still looked perfect like he's out of a magazine.
“You're so hard to resist, jagiya.”
“Show me, then.”
Hyuntak let out a big ugly nose when he felt the warm, sticky liquid filling him up. “You're… You're awesome. God.” Hyuntak went in for a kiss while Seongje was still inside him. A deep, nice french kiss as a reward for both of them, I guess.
“Now we got to clean up though.” Hyuntak looked at the mess he made on Seongje's chest. “Shit. Forgot about that. Sorry.”
“I literally came in you.” Seongje playfully blossomed kisses around Hyuntak's chest.
“So?”
“You're stupid.”
“Well.” Hyuntak got up and reached for Seongje's shirt. “I was pretty sure you don't have HIV or anything.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Ew. Can I use the shower first? Emergency.”
“What emergency?”
“You know well. Fucker.” Hyuntak chuckled. “All you have is a dirty mouth.” Seongje forcefully picked him up and attempted to carry him all the way to the bathroom. Almost dropped him.
“I can walk!”
“That wasn't supposed to be that way.”
“Shut up.” Hyuntak turned the water on and slowly washed himself. He reached his bottom hole, stopping when he noticed Seongje's eyes on him. “Are you gonna watch me?”
Seongje quietly stepped in the steamy shower. He catched Hyuntak's hand and moved it away. “Maybe I can help clean up?”
“Perhaps you should.”
Hyuntak placed both his hands on the wet bathroom wall while Seongje's fingers once again danced in him. “Oh. Fuck.” He let out a small moan. He reached out for Seongje blindly behind him, and his hand met with a brick hard dick there. “Holy shit.”
He stroked it up and down, trying to tease and give Seongje back the pleasure as much as he could. “May I?” Hyuntak nodded. Then came the familiar feeling when Seongje slowly put it inside him again. He put his hand back on the bathroom wall trying to balance himself because of the sudden thrust.
“Shit.” Seongje pressed his hands on Hyuntak's waist, forcing it to arch more. “Do you feel it better?”
“Yes… Yes.”
“Hm.. yes?” Seongje took it to another level and roughly pinned him against the wall with his body. Hyuntak's feet was slipping through the wet ground every time Seongje collided with him. We're wasting water though. He thought as the dripping hot water started to blur his vision. He couldn't care less.
The room could burn down, the soil beneath his feet could slip away and the earth could explode but he wouldn't give a shit if he was with Seongje.
Especially like this.
“Fuck. I'm coming.”
“Me too.”
“Do you wanna… swallow it?” Seongje whispered in Hyuntak's ear. “I… do.”
Seongje quickly pulled it out and let Hyuntak handle the rest. Hyuntak's cheeked pressed against his dick so perfectly he doubted if he has done it before. Hyuntak let the fluid once again fill him. The aftertaste was weird, definitely not a pleasing flavour.
"Now will you let me shower alone?" Hyuntak asked with a cheeky smile after licking his lips.
"Fuck you, Gotak." Seongje cursed under his breath and slowly left the bathroom.
For a second, Hyuntak has forgotten about the rest of the world. Baku, Sieun, Suho and even a possible basketball practice. Even the fact that Seongje was some dirty fighter he used to hate for a long time.
How fast the night changes, huh?