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Steve lifted the piña colada to his lips and took a brief sip, inevitably producing a disgusted grimace due to his lack of habit of drinking alcoholic beverages. He left the crystal glass on the open bar counter and wandered through the crowd in search of any familiar face, before finding the hostess.
It was Lili's birthday, who had finally reached her much-desired 18th birthday. Like a good heiress, she didn't think twice when throwing the most expensive party possible — if such a word ever existed in the Monegasque girl's dictionary, who always seemed to have everything she wanted at any moment — in Duomo di Sirio, being also a posthumous tribute to Claudio Serafino for his contributions against Mishima Kazuya's tyranny.
"Steve", the Rochefort family's sucessor greeted when faced with the Briton guy. A white dress with a bit of suede along the collar covered her body, "those two... What's their name again? Peter and... Long?"
"Paul and Law?"
"That's right", she shook the champagne glass in her delicate fingers. "They were looking for you." Elegantly, Lili retired to talk to Leroy Smith, which didn't bother Steve, given that he had never been intimate with the hostess and knew very well that he received an invitation only because of his help in the battle against G Corporation's plans, nothing more than that.
Steve put his hands in his pockets and started looking for his friends. He laughed as remembered his reaction upon finding out that Law would be present at the party, even though the martial artist had briefly fought alongside their enemies and, to make matters worse, he didn't like Lili very much due to some problems that Forest, his son, had with her in the past. While amusing himself with his own thoughts, the boxer passed by a small balcony and saw a silhouette in the dim light.
He swallowed hard when he saw that the half-light illuminated a head of red hair, and, well... Steve only knew one person with strands of that color.
"Hwoarang?", he pronounced the other's name in a whisper audible enough and approached slowly until stopped right next to the silhouette, now a little more visible.
"Fox", the Korean boy murmured back, leaning over the marble railing while his eyes were fixed on the starry sky.
Hwoarang was one of the people Steve developed an affinity with since joining The King of Iron Fist Tournament. Despite their closeness, the two didn't like to use the word "friends" to refer to the peculiar relationship they shared, perhaps a "friendly rivalry" would be more appropriate — although Steve wasn't even close to being Hwoarang's favorite rival, which gave him a small spark of jealousy.
"I didn't think you'd come", the blonde teased. "Shouldn't you train to defeat Kazama?"
Under the moonlight, Steve detected a sad countenance occupying Hwoarang's face, who suddenly became crestfallen.
"Does it matter now?"
The boxer couldn't hide his surprise when he heard those words. So, after years, the persistent Hwoarang had given up on his rivalry with Kazama Jin? No, it couldn't be.
"What’s come over you?"
"Nothing", he looked away, "it's just... some things just aren't worth it."
So that was it. After Jin saved the world, Hwoarang probably realized that he would never be able to beat him — that was the conclusion Steve came to.
Steve thought about leaving the Korean guy alone to reflect on his own weaknesses, but he felt bad considering the possibility of abandoning him. Steve enjoyed Hwoarang's company, he liked his cocky and cheeky personality, so, sighing and rolling his eyes — because he knew he would regret it later — he grabbed Hwoarang by the elbow and pulled him inside.
"What are you do-"
"I'm not going to stand by while you whine around. You want a good fight, I'll give you one."
“What?”, he frowned, confused.
"Come on, I know a place."
As they walked down Duomo di Sirio's majestic stairs, they saw Kazama Jin dancing with Ling Xiaoyu. The smile on his face was so wide and spacious that Steve thought, for a moment, that it would rip his cheeks apart. Heard that they had recently started dating.
"Maybe if he's busy with a girl, he won't think about causing another war, huh?"
Steve didn't discern any laughter in response to his joke, he just felt Hwoarang's hand squeezing his forearm. Looking back, he noticed that the redhead seemed even more downcast. He sighed and continued walking towards the outside, willing to change that situation.
When they reached the sidewalk, Steve stopped advancing to enjoy the night wind buffeting his face, sure that the gel in his hair would allow his hairstyle to remain the same. Hwoarang let go of the British man's forearm and looked at him before questioning: "where are you taking me?"
"You'll see", he strolled, hoping that the Korean boy would follow him. "When Mishima Heihachi was still alive and announced that a new edition of his tournament would be held in Italy, I spent some time here in Rome and found the perfect place to train. It didn't do much good as it ended up being cancelled, but at least I got stronger."
"I don't know if I'm in the mood to fight right now", he sighed, scratching the back of his head.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but getting some fresh air sure beats being stuck in a boring party. Hey, taxi!"
Hwoarang hesitated, but, after evaluating Steve's words, he gave in and forced himself to agree, after all, he didn't feel very comfortable during Lili's gathering. The few moments in which he had minimal fun were those in which Steve was present, so he sighed in defeat and got into the taxi as soon as the vehicle stopped in front of the two. The Fox couldn't hide his smile when he realized that his partner was gradually showing less resistance to his advances.
The motorist drove towards the requested address in silence — as did the pair of passengers. When they got out of the car, Steve entered a public bathroom while Hwoarang tried to understand where that would all lead. He started to finger the tiles until he pushed one in particular into the wall, generating an entrance.
"What the fu-"
"Shhh", Steve covered the other's mouth and pushed him into the crack, joining him. He closed the entrance and went down a flight of stairs a few meters ahead.
"Since when are there secret passages in Italian bathrooms?"
"Look, you're already chatting again. I don't know it's good or bad."
When they reached the underground, Hwoarang was able to assimilate a somewhat muffled noise, which became more coherent as he continued walking behind Steve. Passing through a curtain, his eyes widened when he saw the environment around him: a fighting ring surrounded by stands full of people excited about the spectacle, in the middle of what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Despite the precarious conditions of the place, the audience was having fun and shouting while two men grabbed each other on the stage.
"Is this what you were talking about?"
"I said I'd give you a good fight, didn't I? If you want to get in the ring, just sign up."
"I don't know...", discouragement returned to fill his face.
"Wasn't it you who once told me that you could take hundreds of opponents without breaking a sweat? Was it just a bluff, then?", he teased. "Get up there and take down all those guys. If you win... maybe I'll let you fight me."
Steve's words sent waves of excitement through Hwoarang's body. Smiling roguishly, he walked backwards with a bold gaze on the Brit, ripped off the cap of a pen with his mouth and wrote his name between the lines of the paper. Still without looking away, he went to the queue of participants to wait his turn. Steve felt warm when he saw Hwoarang returning to his usual defiant posture, taking a deep breath to avoid thinking too much about the scene of the Korean boy with the pen cap between his teeth.
But at the exact moment Hwoarang stepped into the ring, Steve regretted not taking him seriously. Two minutes were enough for the redhead to be knocked out.
***
"Ouch!", Hwoarang moaned when he felt cotton touch his lower lip.
As soon as the taekwondo fighter fell to that ring's surface, Steve went into a state of alert and carried him on his shoulders to a hotel where he had been staying since his arrival in the country. Hwoarang had cuts in his mouth, his nose was bleeding and purple bruises were distributed across his face.
"Quiet", Steve murmured and cupped Hwoarang's chin in order to keep him motionless.
"I still can't believe you took me away from the party for... this", with his cheeks between the blonde's thick fingers, he complained.
"I already apologized", unwilling to look him in the eye, he slowly slid cotton again through the wounds on the other's lips. "Besides, you signed up because you wanted to."
"You know I'm competitive!"
Steve felt an immeasurable desire to tell Hwoarang to shut up so that he could finally finish taking care of his contusions, but he was aware of his share of guilt in that situation, he was the one who took Hwoarang to the clandestine fight warehouse and convinced him to participate. Sighing, he got up from the sofa and put the medicines in the first aid kit he carried in his suitcase.
"I'll make it up to you for tonight's fiasco, I promise."
"Will you?", Hwoarang asked, smug. "How do you intend to do this?"
The provocative tone tautened his lower abdomen. Steve massaged his temples and tried hard to ignore the nagging feeling that was tormenting him.
"There's beer in the freezer."
"Beer?", the Korean's pupils shone.
The British man returned with a load of cold cans and placed it on the coffee table, sitting on the floor. He looked for the remote control under the pillows and, when found it, turned on the TV. He could hear the gas sound when Hwoarang pulled the pop tab and started drinking without any shame, the drops sliding sensually down his neck. Steve swallowed hard and also grabbed a can for himself.
"For someone with a sore mouth, you don't seem bothered."
"I'll make an exception. Oh, speaking of exceptions... since when do you drink?"
"Every now and then", he shrugged, "when I want to forget something."
"And what do you want to forget now?"
Steve stared at Hwoarang, his dyed strands messy, the top buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned, his neck damp from the beer... Ah, if Hwoarang only knew...
"I don't know", he decided to pay attention to a random TV show.
"Maybe I should do the same."
"Do you wanna forget something?"
Hwoarang was slow to respond. "Something? No. Someone."
Shit. Steve didn't realize where their conversation was going and accidentally put Kazama Jin in Hwoarang's head again.
"Hwoarang, listen to me", he turned to the Korean boy, "Jin is strong, but so are you. I've been a boxer for years and, throughout my career, I've faced guys wearing championship belts who would tremble to be in the same ring as you. We've already fought, I know what you're capable of and-"
"Uh, what are you talking about? I mean, thanks for the compliments, but why out of the blue?"
Steve stared at him with a gigantic question mark on his forehead.
"I'm raising your self-esteem. That's why you're feeling bad, isn't it? After Jin defeated Mishima Kazuya and saved us all, you started to doubt your skills."
Hwoarang couldn't contain his laughter, so much so that he had to drop the beer can and put a hand on his chest to express how funny he found that situation. Steve lifted an eyebrow, confused and even a little offended that Hwoarang was mocking his attempts to make him happier.
"I should take this as an insult", he continued to laugh, and as soon as the burst of guffaws stopped, he turned to Steve again. "Are you crazy? In what world would Kazama Jin make me doubt my talent? If he beat me a few times, it was because of that bizarre gene that clearly gave him the advantage. Now that he doesn't have it anymore, I could very well crush him in the blink of an eye."
"I don't understand", the confusion in Steve's expression was palpable, "earlier today, at the party, I saw the look on your face when I mentioned his name."
Suddenly, Hwoarang's sense of humor evaporated. Staring at the floor, he remained silent for seconds that seemed like an eternity. "I'm a little upset because of Jin, but that has nothing to do with our rivalry", he revealed, still downcast.
"Did he do something to hurt you?", Steve asked carefully, after all, he didn't intend to make his partner even worse.
"No. I mean, yes, he did, but... it wasn't intentional", he let out a bitter laugh. "It's just... I didn't just see Jin as a rival."
The boxer didn't understand Hwoarang's words at first, but after his mind worked for another split second, he separated his lips in shock and opened his eyes wide. How did he never notice? Hwoarang surpassed any limit of common sense when it came to Jin, he even crossed a desert for him. It was so obvious.
If Steve already felt jealous for sharing the position of Hwoarang's rival with Jin, knowing that the Korean had feelings for Kazama simply made his blood boil within his veins and arteries.
"I never expected him to reciprocate, I was already content with what I had. I think that's why it was a shock for me to find out about him and Xiaoyu together. I always believed that we would live like that forever, fighting and helping each other... Stupid, isn't it?"
"There's nothing stupid about liking someone", Steve took a long drink and made a loud click as he placed the can back on the table.
A silent atmosphere filled the hotel room to the point where the only listenable noises were their breathing and the monologue on TV. Steve didn't know how to describe the whirlwind of feelings inside him, it sounded like a mix of hurt, anger and jealousy. It could explode at any moment, and the feeling of embarrassment present in the taciturn environment made the circumstances worse. Steve, previously with his attention focused on his own legs covered in dress pants, moved his neck and analyzed Hwoarang, who was nibbling the tip of his index finger in a sign of nervousness, probably regretting having revealed such an intimate secret. The blonde inhaled a significant amount of oxygen and, in an attempt to make the situation less uncomfortable for both of them, he placed his hand over Hwoarang's and encouraged him to stop chewing his own finger.
"It's hard to like someone when it's not reciproca-"
"The last thing I wanna hear is a motivational spee-"
"Just listen to me", Steve demanded impatiently, and Hwoarang timidly decided to comply with the order. "If you want to move on, which I believe you will, you need to get him out of your mind and live. If all the sacrifices and crazy things you've done in the name of your feelings weren't enough for him to realize, maybe he never thought about seeing you as anything other than a friend, and, honestly, tough luck."
"No need to rub it in. I was stupid, I know it."
"You're being stupid now because you don't take anything I say seriously", he shouted, scaring Hwoarang. "Instead of trying to get over it, you were whining on the balcony while he was dancing with his girlfriend. Do you intend to continue being miserable like that because of a feeling that never had a chance of being reciprocated?!"
"And what do you expect me to do, then?! You have no idea what I'm feeling right now!", the redhead began to get angry due to the boxer's accusations. He tried to pull his own hand away, but Steve stopped him by squeezing it.
"You think I don't know what it's like to not be reciprocated?!", fiercely he put Hwoarang's hand on his chest, more precisely on his heart. "Ever since I met you, I've been content with the prospect of being nothing more than a second choice in your life."
The look that took over Hwoarang's face showed disbelief and shock. It could just be a bad joke, but the heartbeat against Hwoarang's palm and the sincere gaze in those turquoise irises expressed otherwise. Steve couldn't even believe that anger and jealousy drove him to expose a confession he kept hidden deep within his core in the most cowardly way possible.
"Steve, I...", he tried to formulate a sentence, bewildered. Realizing that his fingers were still resting on his partner's thorax, he moved them away.
"I'm going to sleep", rudely, the blonde got up and started walking with deep steps towards the bedroom. Hwoarang pressed his lips straight, Steve's confession disturbed him so much that he didn't have strength to call him, he just remained silent as he watched him disappear from his field of view.
His brain had not yet fully processed the newfound information, his heart was pounding like a sprinter's and every extremity of his body was shaking. He couldn't explain it, but he felt like he had been stabbed in the back. It was selfish to interpret the situation that way, Hwoarang didn't deny it, especially after Steve showed such courage by opening up, but the feeling of hearing that his best friend had a crush on him and never even told it hurt him. He wanted to run away and for a moment he didn't care about the high probability of getting lost between Rome streets.
Hwoarang rubbed his eyelids and, with a furious roar, threw the beer can away and ran towards the room where Steve was getting ready to rest. Despite the long mirror on the wall, Steve didn't notice when Hwoarang entered, nor when the redhead pushed his bare back. Disconcerted by the sudden attitude, he turned around and was taken by surprise by a punch to his nose.
The blonde thought about asking loud and clear what was happening, but decided that it wasn't worth it, given Hwoarang's obvious choler, who would have hit him for the second time that night if Steve hadn't tensed his forearms in front of his face. Hwoarang continued to scream and try to attack the boxer with reckless blows, channeling all his anger into the sequence of attacks. Steve, blocking and dodging the redhead's constant offensive, had no doubt that this was a result of his recent confession and bitterly regretted not having kept his mouth shut.
"Hwoarang, listen to me!", he begged in a desperate shout.
"I'm going to kill you!", he roared with his arms stretched out in search of Steve's neck, who grabbed both of Hwoarang's hands and threw him onto the bed. He placed one leg on each side of the other's body in order to hold him firmly in that grip and grabbed his wrists, positioning himself over him, "let me go!"
"I know you're upset with me, but I need you to calm down", exerting force on Hwoarang, he requested. "Let's pretend nothing happened, ignore my existence from today onwards if you want, but calm down, please."
Breathing heavily, trapped by the compression made on his skin, Hwoarang gradually regained his senses as he recapitulated the impulsive actions he had just taken. He sighed, embarrassed and unable to understand why he reacted so exaggeratedly, and slowly raised his gaze to look at Steve's cerulean and worried irises. Stillness infiltrated the room, replacing the conflicting air of seconds ago, and the two boys preferred not to utter a single syllable, just listen to each other's breathing. Steve examined the redhead and despaired internally: his slightly moist lips due to the mixture of saliva and beer, his confused and regretful eyes and his Adam's apple steadily rising and falling under that thin layer of skin would make Steve throw away all effort done to reassure Hwoarang. His honor was hanging by a thread.
Steve shook his head to clear away the tortuous thoughts and loosened his grip on Hwoarang's wrists, ready to leave. However, before he could even change his position, Hwoarang held him by the elbows and made sure he didn't move. The blonde arched one of his eyebrows, not understanding Hwoarang's objective in maintaining the proximity between their bodies, but that didn't seem to matter when the redhead moved his gaze towards Steve's lips. Shit.
Leisurely, Steve leaned in until only a horde of insignificant inches separated them. Hwoarang didn't show any signs of discomfort and that was the perfect cue for Steve to move on.
Their lips touched, starting a shy and awkward kiss. Hwoarang put his arms around Steve's neck, pulled him closer and intensified the contact between their mouths, which moved carefully against each other. The blonde placed a hand on Hwoarang's cheek and slipped his tongue on the other's lips as a way of asking permission to introduce it into the kiss. Hwoarang gasped and opened his mouth, feeling his breathing become faster as Steve's tongue brushed against his own.
Hwoarang's fingers tangled in Steve's golden strands when the blonde swirled his own tongue around the Korean's and began to suck it. Hwoarang moaned against Steve's mouth, arching his back as he had every inch of his mouth being explored, and tilted his head to the opposite side to continue tasting the kiss from a different angle. The pressure made the cuts on Hwoarang's lower lip bleed again, but Steve didn't mind and made a point of enjoying the scarlet drops that caressed his palate. Wet and erotic sounds mixed with the constant panting.
Hwoarang bited Steve's lower lip, stretching before sucking it, which drew a freaky moan from the blonde, who took advantage of the pause in the osculate to recover oxygen in his lungs and began to spread pecks across Hwoarang's jaw and neck area. Close to the Korean's protruding Adam's apple, he slowly licked a portion of that crawling epidermis and closed his lips around the accumulated spit, slurping it until he registered a hickey there. Hwoarang clawed the back of Steve's head, getting horny at the idea of being marked.
The redhead unbuttoned his shirt's remaining buttons while Steve continued to maculate his neck zone, and grunted when the blonde's caresses were directed to his chest. Steve grabbed Hwoarang's hard, needy nipple, smearing his pink areola and sucking his raised tip. Then, he slid his hand down the Korean's abdomen until he reached the volume responsible for reducing space inside his pants, tightly squeezing his semi-erection over the fabric, which caused a protest from Hwoarang, who was unable to verbalize his complaint as he watched Steve unzip him and pull out all the articles of clothing that still covered his lower members.
Neither of them should feel embarrassed, it wasn't the first time they had seen each other naked, but that situation was unlike anything they had ever seen, so it became impossible not to blush. Timidly, Steve slipped between Hwoarang's legs and touched his penis with extreme care before wrapping his digits around it and beginning to masturbate him. The redhead parted his lips and allowed a gasp to escape from the depths of his vocal chords, both at the scene of Steve trying hard to offer him pleasure and at the sensation itself. The Brit brought that thirsty mouth closer to his phallus and spat on his glans, making Hwoarang's belly tighten even more. Steve's tongue ran along his urethral orifice sensually and then grabbed his cockhead, masturbating the rest of his length while smearing and slurping the sensitive surface. Hwoarang couldn't stop the chain of moans raised by Steve's bold movements, who gradually swallowed each dimension of his rigid penis.
Hwoarang grasped Steve's flaxen shag and pushed the boxer's head against his cock in order to feel everything that soft mouth could provide. Steve was surprised by Hwoarang's reckless action and accepted being tamed, holding his breath and relaxing his throat so as not to choke while the Korean forced him to devour his penis all the way to the base.
"I never knew you were so cock hungry, Fox."
Hwoarang's breathless words were enough for Steve to feel his own member throbbing inside his pants, which consequently distracted him and made him choke. He moved away from Hwoarang's genitals so he could cough freely and gave the Korean boy a deadly scowl, who simply put a mocking smile on his lips and massaged his own penis as if demanding that Steve return to work. The British threw away any trace of pride and grabbed Hwoarang's testicles, exerting strong sucking movements around the wrinkled skin and swirling his tongue under the balls.
Hwoarang continued to jerk off, constantly circling his glans with his thumb and watching the scene of Steve swallowing his balls on the mirror. He knew he was going to cum soon, but he didn't intend to climax yet, so he seized Steve's hair for the second time that night and forced him to stop. Hwoarang laughed at the Brit's confused expression and lifted his torso to sit down, completely removing the shirt from his body — as the piece of clothing remained on his shoulders — and kissing Steve once again.
Steve kissed him back, tongues sliding voluptuously, and he felt Hwoarang trying to unbuckle his belt. Realizing the redhead's intention, Steve got up from the bed and began to fulfill the other's wishes, making a point of getting rid of his pants and underwear. Hwoarang sighed in desire as he examined Steve's hard-on: the veins exploding beneath his pale skin and the glow on his crimson glans from pre-cum would drive him crazy. Hwoarang stood up, grabbed Steve's bottom and pulled the boxer towards him, kissing his neck. The blonde groaned at the wet touch and didn't hold back any of his moans when Hwoarang began to register hickeys on his collarbone.
The redhead grasped Steve's cock and joined it to his, playing with them at the same time. The Brit dug his nails into Hwoarang's shoulder as he enjoyed the sensation of both members being rubbed together and it didn't take long for him to attack the Korean's lips, brushing his tongue against Hwoarang's in the same way their dicks were scrubbed. Hwoarang encouraged Steve to place his hand over his to help him in the task of masturbating them, increasing the pressure and proximity on their genitals. The boxer moaned against the taekwondo fighter's mouth, feeling their pre-ejaculate fluids mixing.
"Wait", he grunted, "I-I'm going to cum..."
"Isn't that what you want?", Hwoarang asked and licked Steve's lower lip.
"Not yet", he sighed. "I wanna cum when I'm inside you."
Hwoarang immediately stopped his activities when he assimilated Steve's cry. Although he seemed surprised at first, he soon showed one of his provocative smirks: "I don't remember agreeing to be the bottom."
"If you want me to redeem myself for the fiasco that was tonight, you need to make an exception for me", pushed the redhead, throwing him on the bed.
Hwoarang moaned, the thought of Steve topping him inevitably turning him on, "okay."
Steve didn't hide the satisfied smile that appeared on his expression. Hwoarang had already briefly reported his affairs to his friend, he knew the Korean was a top, so the possibility of being Hwoarang's first, the first to fuck his ass, made him proud and massaged his ego in unimaginable ways.
Steve took a lube bottle from one of the nightstand drawers — hotel courtesy — and analyzed Hwoarang's posture, stretched out face up on the mattress with his elbows bent. Never, since he met the redhead, did he ever consider seeing him like that, it seemed like a dream, and Steve still refused to believe that what he was experiencing was reality, even when he ran the back of his hand from Hwoarang's chest to groin, feeling the heat shared by both of them. Steve placed Hwoarang's inner knee over his shoulder, offering a clear view of the redhead's entrance, and poured a generous amount of lube onto his digits. Given the position, it was possible to appreciate all of Hwoarang's details: that messy mop of orange strands sticking to his sweaty face, his erect nipples, his skin marked by Steve himself... He needed to feel him as soon as possible.
Steve brushed his middle finger against Hwoarang's hole, which immediately twitched at the touch. He smiled when he realized that it was having effects on the other and it didn't take long for him to slowly insert his phalanx inside the Korean boy, who bit his lower lip to suppress a groan caused by both pain and a thermal shock due to the lube's coolness and his own entrance's heat. Steve, with his finger inside Hwoarang completely, began to thrust into him slowly and carefully, making circular movements every now and then. Hwoarang squeezed his eyelids and sucked in air between his teeth, trying hard to get used to the new sensation.
Steve sloseh more lubricant on his index finger and plunged it into Hwoarang, watching him move his free leg away in order to make the blonde's work easier. He gradually increased the speed and curved his phalanges towards the redhead's belly button in order to aim the thrusts at Hwoarang's prostate, who moaned in surprise and arched his back as soon as Steve hit his P-spot. Recognizing the erogenous zone's exact location, the blonde massaged the taekwondo fighter's prostate with the tip of his digits and watched that wanton image of Hwoarang covering his own mouth to block out his moans, which were muffled.
The boxer came to a conclusion that his partner seemed prepared enough to finally be penetrated, so he removed his fingers from the slick hole — hearing Hwoarang grunt in protest — and spread as much lube as possible along the length of his dick. He fit his glans into the entrance, leaned over Hwoarang — consequently pushing a little on the Korean's leg that was hanging on his shoulder — and supported his own weight on his unoccupied arm, leaving his hand next to the other's head.
"Ready?", he asked affectionately and received a nod of agreement. Given the approval, Steve took a deep breath and forced his penis against Hwoarang's orifice, who in the exact second made whining sounds. Out of respect for the redhead, Steve moved his hips slowly, feeling the sphincter covering every inch of him and Hwoarang's inner walls squeezing his length. He sighed in relief when he finished inserting his size and tried to control his ragged breathing as he adapted to Hwoarang's tight, warm interior.
After a few seconds of pause, Steve made the first thrust: brief, slow and weak. Hwoarang grunted and dug his nails into the blonde's biceps, tearing up.
"So big...", he murmured, eliciting a gasp from Steve. Seeing Hwoarang like that, beaten and vulnerable, gave him goosebumps from head to toe.
Steve moved his pelvis back and forth carefully again, waiting for Hwoarang's rectum to connect with the invader inside it. When the Asian boy stopped exhibiting discomfort and showed signs of having adapted to the penetration, Steve reduced the intervals between thrusts and put more force into the movements, making Hwoarang start a sequence of moans without any intermittence. The redhead's depraved groans entered Steve's ears so pleasurably that he had a feeling he might cum because of it.
The blonde grabbed Hwoarang's other leg and positioned it on his unoccupied shoulder, increasing the exposure of the hole. Steve placed himself even more on his partner's body until their faces were close enough and he channeled all the speed he could into the moves of his hips, sinking into the Korean man, who felt filled every time Steve thrust into him.
The view of Hwoarang moaning like a whore was heavenly and unbelievable, Steve was afraid to blink and miss any detail of his lustful expression. For some reason, he thought about Kazama Jin, about Hwoarang's relationship with the Japanese guy. Steve would probably remember that night for the rest of his life, but maybe Hwoarang barely cared and would go back to crying for Kazama the next day. Such a possibility infuriated him.
If Steve only had one chance, he needed to use it correctly.
He needed to make Hwoarang remember him.
"Did something happen?", the redhead looked worried when Steve suddenly moved away and ended contact between the two. It was a strange feeling to have his insides empty again.
Steve remained silent, reasoning and trying to put his thoughts in place. He lifted his chin and, when he found the mirror, an idea appeared in his mind: "lie vertically on the bed, facing away from me."
Hwoarang was confounded, but he complied with the order and did what was asked of him. He was surprised to see his reflection, considering he had forgotten the existence of a mirror in the room. Steve climbed onto the bed, lay down behind Hwoarang, flexed his legs forward and penetrated him.
Hwoarang didn't feel any pain this time thanks to the inurement established by the previous position, but he didn't hide his moans when Steve fit his own head into his clavicle and hugged him around the waist, hitting his rectum hard and quickly. Their bodies were pressed together to the point where they shared drops of sweat, and Hwoarang could feel Steve's penis reaching the depth of his hole. It was so hot, the experience of being filled by a thick, throbbing cock while receiving kisses and hickeys on his neck and shoulder.
Steve grabbed Hwoarang's chin and pounced on his lips, initiating a soaked, impassioned osculate. Hwoarang placed his hand on the back of Steve's head, both tongues battling inside their mouths for control of the kiss. The redhead knew he had lost the duel when a moan escaped his vocal chords and an intense wave of pleasure coursed through his body: Steve had found his prostate. Their mouths moved slightly apart, a saliva string shining between them, and Hwoarang looked for his own penis to start masturbating, however, before the Korean boy groped his genitals, Steve squeezed his cheeks and forced him to face the mirror.
"I want you to watch while I fuck you", the deep, raunchy voice explained close to Hwoarang's ear.
"I-", he tried to formulate a response, but all he managed was to draw out a moan when Steve licked his auricle and whipped his prostate with greater intensity.
Hwoarang obeyed and kept his attention fixed on the mirror, in which he could see Steve fucking him on the messy, lube-stained sheets. The situation was degrading and this became evident due to his disheveled hair and the layers of sweat glistening. Hwoarang reached for his own penis and, still focused on his reflection, began to masturbate. Steve concentrated on punching his prostate, but he couldn't help but notice the seductive image of Hwoarang moving his fist desperately around his dick in order to cum as soon as possible.
"Hmm... So tight...", Steve praised against Hwoarang's lips, licking them.
Hwoarang nodded and remained pumping his member, enjoying the strokes on his prostate and watching the scene of himself being penetrated. In a matter of seconds, Hwoarang's heartbeat accelerated, his anus contracted and his legs shook, jets of cum landing on his belly and the mattress. Panting, he grunted at Steve's continued thrusts into his rectum, now sensitive from his recent orgasm. The blonde stuck his fingers into Hwoarang's hips, slipping his dick between the redhead's constricted and soft walls.
"Make me feel full, Fox", Hwoarang whispered with his lips pressed to Steve's chin.
The teasing was enough for Steve to throw his head back and moan loudly as he filled Hwoarang's hole with cum. The Korean guy sighed as he felt Steve's tepid semen overflowing him, looking once again at his reflection and coming across a tired and weakened boy with completely disoriented orange fur. Steve hugged Hwoarang, still with his cock inside him, and lovingly kissed the back of his neck, waiting for their breathing to normalize.
After resting for less than a minute, Hwoarang broke away from the hug and removed Steve's penis from inside him before getting up and limping towards the bathroom. The blonde was alerted by his partner's attitude and for a moment he feared that Hwoarang was sorry for what they did. To make matters worse, Steve heard Hwoarang's phone vibrate and, when he reached for the redhead's pants to check what was going on, he came across message notifications sent by Kazama Jin. Their content was nothing special, Jin just asked where Hwoarang was and said that he and Xiaoyu were worried about his whereabouts, but Steve was aware of the complicated feelings that his friend had for Kazama, so he seemed quite uncomfortable.
He sighed in defeat, accepting that he couldn't compete with Jin, and put Hwoarang's phone back in its place, looking for his own clothes to wear. While putting on his shirt, Hwoarang came out of the bathroom with his waist wrapped in a towel, no longer sweaty because of his recently taken shower. Steve didn't know if he should bring up the subject, so he remained silent.
"You should take a shower too", Hwoarang advised in his usual playful tone, which reassured Steve. He removed the sheets from the bed.
"Do you think so?", he smelled his own armpits. "Yeah, maybe I need to."
Hwoarang laughed and threw his towel over Steve, wrapping himself in a blanket. The blonde went to the bathroom and, about to touch the doorknob, decided to say: "Jin... sent you a message."
Hwoarang raised an eyebrow, "did something happen? He doesn't usually text me."
Steve tried hard to hide how bothered he was by the fact that Hwoarang supposedly knew Kazama Jin so well, replying: "oh, no big deal, it's just he and Xiaoyu were worried because you disappeared from the party without warning."
"Not too bad", he laughed and snuggled into the mattress. "Hey, Fox."
"Huh?"
"You really made up for the fiasco that was tonight", smiling, he looked at Steve tenderly. "Now go take a shower, I don't want to sleep hugging a guy who smells like sweat. And I think you better get used to it, I'm clingy in my sleep."
The worried expression on Steve's face immediately gave way to a smile of relief and hope.
Maybe he wasn't second anymore.