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"What the hell are you doing here?" Seungmin spat, his voice crackling with annoyance as he threw open the door to his apartment.
"Chill, man. I just wanted to borrow your charger," Jeongin replied with a smug grin, his eyes scanning the messy living room.
Seungmin rolled his eyes and stepped aside, allowing the younger man to enter. "It's on the counter in the kitchen. And don't touch anything, I just cleaned up."
Jeongin's gaze lingered on Seungmin's bare chest as he brushed past, his heart racing from the close proximity. He knew Seungmin didn't have the best reputation, and that's what made the chase all the more thrilling. He sauntered into the kitchen, his eyes quickly finding the charger. But as he picked it up, his thoughts wandered to the countless times he'd imagined being alone with Seungmin. The tension between them was palpable, a heady mix of lust and aggression.
Seungmin watched Jeongin from the hallway, his annoyance morphing into something else entirely. He couldn't deny the younger man's allure; there was a raw, untamed energy about him that made his skin prickle with excitement. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and said, "What else do you need?"
"Just this," Jeongin said, holding up the charger. "But, you know, we haven't really talked much outside of school."
Seungmin raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. "And you expect that to change now?"
Jeongin turned, his smugness fading into something more earnest. "Look, I know you're not into the whole 'getting to know you' shit, but I've had my eye on you for a while now. I can't help it. You're...different."
Seungmin's gaze narrowed, his curiosity piqued despite his better judgment. "Different how?"
Jeongin took a step closer, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're not like the others. You're wild, unpredictable. You don't play by the rules."
Seungmin's heart skipped a beat, his annoyance dissipating. He'd heard variations of this line before, but there was something about the way Jeongin said it that made it sound...complimentary. "Is that why you're here?" he asked, his voice a low purr.
"Partly," Jeongin admitted, closing the distance between them. "But mostly, I'm here because I want to fuck you."
The bluntness of his words hung in the air, sending a shiver down Seungmin's spine. He wasn't used to such directness, but he found it surprisingly alluring. He licked his lips, his eyes flickering with a mix of amusement and arousal. "Well, aren't you a charmer," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Jeongin took another step closer, invading Seungmin's personal space. "I'm not here to charm you," he murmured, his breath hot against Seungmin's neck. "I'm here to claim you."
Seungmin's eyes widened, his body responding against his will. He could feel his cock stiffening in his sweatpants, and his heart pounded in his chest. He had to admit, Jeongin's forwardness was a refreshing change from the usual timid advances he received. "What makes you think I'd let you?" he challenged, his voice a mere whisper.
Jeongin's hand shot out, grabbing the back of Seungmin's neck and pulling him into a fierce kiss. The older man's protests melted into moans as the younger man's tongue invaded his mouth, tasting of mint and something uniquely Jeongin. Seungmin's arms unfurled, reaching for the bad boy's waist, his body betraying his feigned indifference. The kiss was rough and passionate, leaving no room for doubt about Jeongin's intentions.
Breaking away, Jeongin whispered, "You want it as much as I do." His grip tightened, and before Seungmin could respond, he was being dragged towards the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to allow only slivers of moonlight to seep in, casting an erotic glow over the rumpled bed.
Seungmin's pulse raced as Jeongin pushed him down onto the mattress, his own hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt. He hadn't been this turned on in a long time, and the anticipation was driving him wild. Jeongin straddled him, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Seungmin felt his resolve crumbling under the younger man's intense stare. He reached up, his hands skimming over Jeongin's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fabric. The heat of his touch made Jeongin's skin prickle with goosebumps.
With a low growl, Jeongin ripped Seungmin's shirt over his head, revealing his taut abs and the faint scent of sweat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing Seungmin's earlobe as he whispered, "You're mine tonight." Seungmin's breath hitched, his body responding with an involuntary arch. Jeongin's hands roamed lower, gripping the waistband of Seungmin's sweatpants and tugging them down. His eyes never left Seungmin's, the challenge in them unmistakable.
Seungmin's cock sprang free, already hard and leaking pre-cum. Jeongin licked his lips, his eyes lingering on the sight before leaning down to kiss along the older man's jawline. His hands slid under Seungmin's thighs, urging them apart. The anticipation was unbearable, a delicious ache building in Seungmin's gut. He could feel Jeongin's own arousal pressing against his thigh, and the thought of what was to come made his pulse throb in his ears.
Jeongin leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over Seungmin's cock. He took it in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze that had Seungmin's hips bucking off the bed. "Fuck," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. Jeongin chuckled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before taking the head into his mouth. Seungmin's back arched, his fingers curling into the bed sheets as the younger man began to suck, his tongue swirling around the tip with an expertise that belied his years.
Seungmin's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of surrender. He'd never been one to hold back in bed, and with Jeongin, it was all he could do to keep from screaming. The bad boy's mouth was magic, his lips tight and his tongue deft as it worked its way down Seungmin's shaft. Seungmin's hips rolled, fucking Jeongin's mouth with a desperation that was both humiliating and exhilarating. He could feel the wetness of his own pre-cum on his stomach, mixing with the saliva that trickled down Jeongin's chin.
Jeongin's eyes never left Seungmin's, the hunger in them making it clear that he wasn't done yet. He pulled off with a pop, his eyes flicking down to Seungmin's flushed face before moving to his cock. He wrapped his hand around the base, stroking it slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch. Seungmin's eyes glazed over, his mind racing with the images of what was to come. He knew Jeongin would take him hard, claim him as he'd said, and the thought had him trembling with need.
"Turn over," Jeongin ordered, his voice a gruff demand that sent a bolt of electricity through Seungmin's body. He complied, rolling onto his stomach, his ass in the air. Jeongin's hand trailed down his spine, sending shivers down to his toes. He felt the bed dip as Jeongin moved behind him, his warmth enveloping him like a second skin.
The sound of a zipper being pulled down was the only warning Seungmin had before Jeongin's cock, hot and heavy, pressed against his entrance. He gasped, his body tensing in anticipation. Jeongin leaned in, his breath warm against Seungmin's ear as he whispered, "Ready?"
"Do it," Seungmin managed, his voice shaking with desire. He felt the blunt head of Jeongin's cock push inside him, stretching him wider than he'd been in a long time. The pain was sharp but quickly gave way to a deep, consuming pleasure that had him moaning into the pillow. Jeongin didn't hold back, thrusting in deep and hard, claiming him as he'd promised.
Seungmin's eyes watered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the bedclothes. Jeongin's rhythm was relentless, his hips pistoning against Seungmin's ass with a ferocity that was both terrifying and thrilling. The older man had never been with someone so rough, so unyielding, and he found himself craving more. He pushed back, meeting each thrust with a grunt, his body moving in a symphony of passion and pain.
The room was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of skin on skin, the wet noises of their bodies colliding, and their ragged breaths. Jeongin's hands gripped Seungmin's hips, holding him in place as he drove into him with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Seungmin's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, his thoughts scattered and disjointed. All he knew was that he never wanted this to end.
"Harder," Seungmin begged, his voice muffled by the pillow. Jeongin complied, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through Seungmin's body, making him feel alive in a way he hadn't in a long time. He could feel Jeongin's cock thickening inside him, and he knew the younger man was close. The thought of making him come was almost too much to handle.
Jeongin's hand slid around Seungmin's waist, finding his cock and giving it a firm stroke. Seungmin's moans grew louder, his body tightening around Jeongin's shaft. The friction was unbearable, the pressure building in his balls. He didn't know how much more he could take, but he didn't want it to stop. Jeongin's touch was sure and steady, bringing him closer to the edge with every stroke.
Seungmin felt Jeongin's breath hot on his neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark. The pain only heightened his pleasure, and with a roar, he came, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Jeongin followed suit, his cock pulsing inside Seungmin as he filled him with warmth. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in sync.
Slowly, Jeongin pulled out, and Seungmin felt a sense of loss that surprised him. He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving, his eyes meeting Jeongin's. The younger man looked down at him with a smug smile, and for once, Seungmin didn't have a snappy comeback. He was too busy trying to catch his breath, too lost in the aftermath of their explosive encounter.
"I guess I should go," Jeongin said after a moment, his voice still a little breathless. He started to get up, but Seungmin's hand shot out, gripping his wrist.
"Not yet," Seungmin murmured, his eyes still closed, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He didn't want this to end, not yet. He wanted to bask in the feeling of being claimed by someone so intense, so...real.
Jeongin paused, his smile widening slightly. "Oh?" He leaned back down, planting a kiss on Seungmin's cheek. "I can stay a little longer."