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Sungchan sits down on the pavement outside NODE7. His hands are clammy from the humidity inside and when he picks them up again from their resting place at the cobbled pavement, supporting his weight, little pebbles are stuck to his palm. He wipes it off on his jeans before stretching a little more, trying to fetch his lighter out from his front pocket. In the distance, somewhere, a dog barks and a cold breeze follows.
Despite how loud the club is, this back-alley is relatively deserted. It faces an assortment of four brick buildings, perhaps restaurant outlets from the street in front. There are huge ventilation fans attached to the back that spin low and heavy, grating mechanically, even though they’ve not been switched on. It's all the wind.
Sungchan lets his lighter, a metallic Marlboro body, fall into his lap the moment he’s done lighting his cigarette. The night smells like gasoline and fumes. On this side of the city, all the sodium light posts have been replaced with white LEDs but they’ve probably forgotten this one. It’s still glowing yellow, bouncing off the dust that falls around it in spectrals. The metal fence dividing the club from the other properties glints in the low light, menacingly and Sungchan takes his first drag in the company of an airborne plastic wrapper that shuffles around with the wind, crinkling.
‘Cheers to that,’ Sungchan says, tipping his double mint in its direction. ‘Hope you find your way home.’
‘Are you talking to that plastic wrapper?’ Comes a voice from somewhere behind him. Turns out, Sungchan wasn’t as thorough as he thought he’d been when landscaping this place. The person that voice belongs to had been standing at the darker side of the staircases that lead down to this alley from the club bathrooms and hence, a blind spot from Sungchan’s current vantage point. He emerges from there, dressed in an oversized denim jacket, long hair and pink cheeks.
He looks genuinely confused.
Sungchan smiles. ‘Yes,’ he says. ‘It looks lonely.’
For a moment, that boy says nothing. Then, he shrugs, coming to a stop next to him on the pavement and staring at the ventilation fans. His hands are in the pocket of his jacket. He says, ‘You look lonely.’
Sungchan recognises him. Earlier today, back when he’d actually been interested in the party, he’d danced with him. That boy hadn’t looked very interested in being there but had reacted to his touch interestingly, like he’d been both scared and curious. He had turned back to look at Sungchan better the moment he’d found him dancing behind and though Sungchan was only passing, allowing a girl to drag him in the midst where he found the boy, he’d inevitably lingered. Under the strobe lights, his pretty face was a painting of shadows and red. He frowned.
Sungchan had grinned back at him because he was still buzzed and that boy was beautiful and he wanted to put his hands somewhere he could make meaning out of.
Now, he takes another drag. It hits him like little pin pricks in the back of his scalp, he feels it all the way up to the bridge of his nose. Sniffing, because it’s cold, he lets the cigarette fall from his hands, onto the wet asphalt. Then, he stands up, grinding the still burning ember of its butt neatly with the heels of his sports shoes.
The boy next to him is almost a head shorter. He’s been watching him this entire time, waiting on his next move.
‘Maybe I am,’ Sungchan says, falling into step with him. He’s not going to put his hands on him, not unless he knows it’s allowed. Not again. And he gives him enough space to step away if he really wants to.
He doesn’t want to.
‘What’s your name?’ Sungchan asks.
He tilts his head to the side in a way that reminds Sungchan of cats. ‘Wonbin.’
Sungchan nods. ‘Wonbin,’ he says, testing it out. ‘I’m Sungchan.’
‘Hello.’
‘Hi,’ he says, cups his chin and kisses him.
The first kiss is chaste. Wonbin’s lips taste like whiskey and his eyes flutter shut and his hands are still in his pocket. Sungchan pulls away and his lips feel cold. His eyes open to find Wonbin’s still closed, eyelids trembling. Maybe that’s why his fingers, previously tipping Wonbin’s face towards him, splay until they cover the side of his face. More gentle, less abrupt. For a brief second, Sungchan wonders if this is his first kiss or if he’s normally this scared.
His other hand shoves through the space between the fold of Wonbin’s elbow until it finds his hip, tugging him close.
He smells like mandarins. Tangy but sweet. Sungchan doesn’t close his eyes when he kisses him this time, his lips pursing over Wonbin’s bow before pressing lower. Wonbin opens his mouth, the slightest bit, and his body angles itself higher into Sungchan and then, finally, they’re kissing for real. Their figures are a slight flame against the concrete backdrop of the club, its neon wire lights blinking a red NODE7 in the dark that dissipates to an unfocused orange as it reaches them.
Sungchan had noticed, before, that he couldn’t see the stars. When he tips Wonbin’s face to the side to kiss him better, his tongue lapping over his bottom lip, he realises that maybe the stars can’t see him either.
They flicker, like the light, warm and hidden.
Sungchan pushes Wonbin backwards until his back hits the wall and his lips fall open in a groan. He takes that as his cue to shove his tongue inside and lick into his mouth. He hears Wonbin pant and feels his fingers dig into his shoulders. It is Sungchan’s final sane thought tonight, that Wonbin has pulled his hands out of his pocket. And that is a little harmful because the next thing Sungchan knows is that Wonbin has pushed him off and reversed their positions, using his advantage of the fists on his shoulders to press Sungchan into the wall and then kiss him again.
This time, Sungchan’s hands tie themselves together behind Wonbin’s back. He turns his head, deepens the kiss and feels Wonbin rise up to him.
‘Okay,’ Sungchan gasps when Wonbin moves away from his mouth to the side of his face, latching on to the particularly sensitive spot beneath his ear like he’d trying to prove a point. ‘Alright. You know what you’re doing.’
Wonbin pulls back and gives Sungchan an unimpressed look. ‘I’ve had sex before.’
This kid is… amusing. ‘Never said you didn’t.’
He looks pissed off at the insinuation that he hasn’t had sex and ridiculously cute, mouth pink, hair mussed up enough to reveal the silver drop earrings he’s wearing in his right ear. Sungchan gives him a peck to placate him, like he knows it’ll work. Wonbin allows it for a second before thumping on his chest to push him off.
‘I want to suck you off.’
He says it with lightning conviction and if Sungchan wasn’t aware how pressing his problem down low was, he is now. He’s hard, not painful yet but on the way. He can feel the head of his cock press against the rough skin of his underwear and seek some comfort as it twitches closer. Wonbin glances down like he can tell what's going on beneath the cover of Sungchan’s jeans and his inquisitive gaze pours warm in the space between Sungchan’s ribs.
Wonbin’s hand caresses his neck, hesitating, and then without warning– he brings it down on his dick, cupping it gently. Sungchan groans, hips raising up to meet the comfort of Wonbin’s palm and Wonbin kisses the side of his neck to placate him. It’s silly because that’s how tall he is, just how much he can reach without the extra effort of Sungchan bending down or Wonbin tiptoeing. So Sungchan bends down and Wonbin kisses him straight, still allowing Sungchan to rut up against his hand until he decides he’s had enough of the kisses and moves back to unbutton Sungchan’s jeans.
They’re really doing this. Sungchan’s going to get his dick sucked in a filthy alleyway and he’s going to enjoy each second of it.
Wonbin pulls him out his briefs quickly, with obvious experience. His palms are so cold on Sungchan’s cock that he hisses and drags his thighs back. Wonbin hasn’t pulled his jeans off completely, just enough to drag his cock out and is now–
Kneeling on the cobbled pavement, looking up at him with his beady eyes and bringing his cock close enough till it touches his face. The touch, of course, is electric. Milky white. Sungchan’s hands dig into Wonbin’s hair and tip his face up until his neck probably strains and it makes Wonbin laugh.
His smile is so pretty. Sungchan leverages his other hand to beat his cock on the side of Wonbin’s face, tug it over his lips until he pops it open and suckles the head of Sungchan’s cock, catching him unaware. His tongue licks over the sensitive tip and Sungchan has to pull his hands away from Wonbin’s face to avoid cramming his entire cock in Wonbin’s mouth forcefully.
He’s big, there’s no way Wonbin will be able to take him fully even prepared. But Wonbin’s driving him crazy, doing what he’s doing. He takes his cock in even more till it bulges through the side of his cheek and runs his tongue over and under it like he’s trying his best to suck him. But he isn’t. He’s just putting on a show like he’s trying to figure out whether Sungchan will lose his self control or not.
Then, he pulls his cock out of his mouth and flattens his tongue on the underside of it, tracing a vein. Sungchan trembles violently, blind need taking him apart. His hands find Wonbin’s hair again.
Wonbin finally takes him inside when he decides Sungchan has suffered enough and it’s— awful. Sungchan fists his hair and resists fucking his mouth every time his cock disappears into the warm heat. His lips are pink around Sungchan’s cock, pressed wider than they can naturally go and there are little tears in the corner of Wonbin’s eyes that invent ideas in Sungchan’s brain the likes of which he’s never considered before. Sungchan brushes his bangs out of the way to see his eyes clearer and can’t help the first thrust in. His cock aches, at this point. He needs more friction, he needs more Wonbin.
And like Wonbin can tell, he pulls off just for a second to say, ‘If I tap on your thighs let me go,’ before spitting over his cock and jerking him off furiously. He closes his mouth around the tip like before but this time, he goes further and further until the heat gets unbearable and Sungchan’s throat works in a low groan.
It’s all horrible until he feels his tip hits the back of Wonbin’s throat. ‘God,’ Sungchan says, moaning. ‘I want to ruin you.’
Wonbin’s nose is pressed to the little hair on the base of his dick. His hands are holding onto Sungchan’s hips. Sungchan can feel his teeth on the tender skin.
Sungchan uses his hands in Wonbin’s hair to pull him off his dick, grabbing it by its base to slap it over Wonbin’s lips again. Wonbin opens his mouth, his spit making a mess in between Sungchan’s cock and his mouth. His tongue falls out, limp, and Sungchan drags it over it again and again in a groan until he’s feeding him his dick because he can no longer bear it. He doesn’t know if it’s allowed to touch him more, get a little more creative. He wonders if it’s okay to think about what it would be like to have Wonbin in his bed, if he'd cry when he gets fucked. If his hole would take him in just as willingly, tight around his cock and trembling.
‘Can I fuck your mouth?’ he asks, unwilling to do anything Wonbin doesn’t want to. Wonbin nods around a mouthful of dick and God, Sungchan isn’t kidding. He wants to ruin him.
Wonbin’s hands are moving beneath him, possibly on his own dick over his pants, the moment Sungchan picks up his pace. He fucks his cock into his mouth and watches Wonbin spit and splutter over it, doing his best to take him in. Being a good boy.
Sungchan’s desire is almost burning hot at this point, high enough that he grabs Wonbin’s head and begins plunging in for real. Every stroke feels good, feels hot and horrible and downright enough. He reaches his peak over a steady climb, over and over against the visual of Wonbin’s lips around his cock, his cock inside Wonbin’s mouth. How warm and tender he feels as he swirls his tongue over and tries not to bring his teeth down.
Sungchan’s release is white noise. He doesn’t even realise he’s got his mouth open and moaning until his rush crashes down and he twitches into Wonbin’s mouth, his orgasm wracking down over him in waves. His cock is hitting the back of Wonbin’s throat, his mouth is open around him in a smug smile as he coughs a little.
He stills when he realises he hadn’t asked.
Wonbin has his hands on Sungchan’s cock now, pulling him out of his mouth. Some of his come is leaking out as he chokes on it. Some of it he– swallowed.
Instant guilt overtakes him. ’Sorry I–’
‘I didn’t ask you to stop.’
Sungchan stares. Wonbin clears his throat but his voice is still heavy. ‘You’re fine.’
He brings a kerchief out of his pocket and wipes his mouth and face before throwing it away. Sungchan is sure he came too because there’s no longer a tent in his pants. The thought makes him feel weird. Weird weird.
Then, Wonbin is looking at him again.
Sungchan feels conscious. Then he realises his dick is still out and so, with trembling fingers, he tucks himself back in carefully.
Wonbin watches him. ‘Where do you live?’
‘Uh, far.’
’Okay, I live in Siksa-dong. Fifteen minutes.’ When Sungchan continues to stare, Wonbin rolls his eyes. ‘Come home with me.’
Oh.
With that, Wonbin turns around and begins climbing up the stairs that lead back into the club. On the final step, he looks at Sungchan again. With the way they stand, Sungchan’s got his back against the wall and Wonbin’s got his hand on the doorknob attached to it. He has to look down at him, over the landing.
‘Will you come?’ he asks, like he suddenly isn’t sure.
Sungchan blinks. There were many reasons he came here tonight and getting laid wasn’t one of them. Disappearing with a stranger would yield no good result for him come morning but he can’t withstand saying no to Wonbin. Not after he gave him the most mind-blowing head of his life. In the back-alley of a club. No.
‘Yeah,’ Sungchan says, feels a little disgusting and then picks himself off the pavement to follow Wonbin back inside.