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the clock on his phone struck twelve. it was time. emerging from his hiding place among the bushes, he crossed the street, taking care to ensure that there was no one around. fortunately, the whole neighbourhood was fast asleep. when he reached the black gate, he pressed his eye to the keyhole hidden behind the artificial ivy and unlocked the smaller door. junmyeon hurried inside and found himself in a courtyard with lush green grass and magnificent rose bushes.
he cautiously made his way to the glass door, which had a small red light shining in its frame. he turned his head, trying not to get impatient. before he could start stamping his feet, the light changed to bright green, prompting him to immediately enter the house.
it wasn't as big as it looked. the living room décor bordered on minimalism. wherever he looked, he could see only two colours: black and white. knowing what he was looking for wasn't on the ground floor, he went upstairs and entered the first room off the hallway. he carefully closed the door and turned on the flashlight he had brought with him. he checked the eight drawers of the dresser one by one, finding cufflinks, underwear, belts…
summoning all his willpower, he resisted the urge to cry out in triumph when he found a silver ring adorned with a sparkling emerald in a padded box without a lid in the seventh drawer.
he'd found what he wanted.
he heard a noise behind him and froze. he thought he had been caught, but nothing happened. he put the ring in his pocket, exhaled slowly and stood up. shining his flashlight around, he discovered the source of the noise. there, on the bed, was the hottest man he had ever seen.
he was completely naked, which was understandable given the heat, and apparently he had kicked off the sheets while he slept. it was clear that he worked out constantly — his biceps, legs and chest were huge and his abs were incredibly defined. junmyeon was in shape, but he couldn't compare to this man.
drawn as if by a magnet, junmyeon sat down on the empty side of the bed and gazed at his face: big eyes, a nose that looked as though it had been sculpted by nimble hands, and lips that invited kisses — especially the lower lip, and he wasn't lacking in desire.
he ran his eyes over his neck and collarbone, pausing to admire his nipples, which made his mouth water. looking down further, his mouth slowly opened when he saw his cock. still semi-erect, it was remarkably large, surprisingly veiny, and it was perfectly shaved.
he took a deep breath and used his free hand to gently caress the man's thigh. gently sliding his fingertips across the man's skin, he reached his chest and briefly touched one of his nipples. the man's abdomen contracted at the touch. he retraced his path, delicately caressing his member, which throbbed slightly between his fingers.
what was he doing?
with only the image of the sleeping man in his mind, junmyeon placed his flashlight on the nightstand and began to undress, his heart pounding in his chest. he removed his mask and cap and placed them next to the flashlight. he carefully laid his jacket on the floor, took off his shirt, and let it fall to his feet. he quietly untied his shoelaces and left his shoes under the bed. the mirror reflected his image as he took off his sweatpants and boxers. he stroked himself briefly and lay down next to the man.
he moved carefully to minimize the noise of the mattress, ran his fingers over the man's body again, and wrapped his hand around his member. when he turned his head, the man's right armpit ended up right under his nose. it was completely shaved, and he could tell from the smell of soap that the man had showered before going to bed. unable to resist, he pressed his face against the armpit, inhaling deeply and absorbing the delicious scent. then, he stuck out his tongue and licked the soft surface.
remembering his situation, he pulled back, much to his regret. the armpit now glistened with his saliva.
his eyes fell on one of the man's nipples, and his appetite took control. he bit his lip, lunged at the nipple, and gave it quick licks while masturbating the man's growing erection. his heart raced as he felt it grow larger between his fingers. forgetting to be cautious, he bit the nipple.
"shit!" chanyeol exclaimed. "what the hell are you doing?!"
"i'm sorry! i... i..."
chanyeol stared at him, wide-eyed, and backed away to the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. he knew he should stop, grab his clothes, and leave, but he was in a trance. he couldn't stop, and he didn't want to.
junmyeon pounced on chanyeol, who moaned when he felt junmyeon's tongue on his left nipple. he squirmed slightly and curled his toes as junmyeon's tongue worked its magic and his hands explored his abs.
there was a stranger in his bed. why wasn't he fighting back? when junmyeon looked up, however, his resolve vanished in an instant. his eyes burned with desire. junmyeon moaned as he kissed his nipples, as if satisfying a hunger he had felt for months. the sounds coming out of his mouth made him even harder.
chanyeol dropped his head back on the pillow and rolled his eyes as junmyeon swallowed his cock all the way down, gurgling in the process. then, he moved up and down, pumping it skillfully. he was damn good at this. the heat of his mouth made chanyeol feel like he was melting, and the way junmyeon used his tongue gave him intense pleasure.
"all right, if that's what you want…"
he bent his knees, pushed junmyeon's head down, and began violently thrusting his hips, causing him to cough. despite junmyeon's cries, he increased the force of his thrusts, and junmyeon's gurgling grew louder and louder. when he felt close to orgasm, he pulled junmyeon away by his hair. the man gasped for breath.
chanyeol enjoyed himself as he slapped his saliva-covered cock against junmyeon's face several times, eliciting more moans of satisfaction. thick strands of clear liquid connected them. his sweet face contrasted exquisitely with the filthiness of the situation. that stranger was hot as fuck.
chanyeol took junmyeon by the chin, and he didn't hesitate to close the distance between them. they joined their lips in a wet, noisy kiss. chanyeol bit junmyeon's lower lip with delicious ferocity. junmyeon responded by licking his, feeling on the edge of glory. without the slightest decorum, it didn't take long for them to entwine their tongues while chanyeol caressed junmyeon's back muscles and firm, rounded ass.
panting, junmyeon began moving his hips back and forth, with chanyeol's cock between his buttocks. it was huge. he wondered if it would fit inside him. it had been a long time since he'd had a cock inside him—let alone one as long and thick as chanyeol's. other concerns had occupied his mind in recent years.
"what's wrong, baby? is it too big for you?" chanyeol teased, raising an eyebrow.
"no, it's just...it's been so long."
"oh, i see. let me help you."
without warning, chanyeol pushed junmyeon onto his back on the mattress and positioned himself on top of him. his imposing, muscular figure, coupled with the predatory look in his eyes, made junmyeon sigh. as if spellbound, junmyeon could only watch as chanyeol spread his legs and positioned himself in front of his tight entrance.
junmyeon gritted his teeth when he felt chanyeol's head pressing against his hole. it wasn't going to fit. there was no way.
the sudden stretching made him scream as chanyeol thrust himself inside of him in one go. it was too much, and it burned like hell.
chanyeol rested his hands on the mattress, pinning junmyeon beneath his body. without giving junmyeon time to adjust to his size, chanyeol began a series of beastly thrusts that echoed throughout the room.
junmyeon moaned and clung to the headboard as chanyeol abused his hole with increasingly stronger and faster thrusts. chanyeol let out grunts that made junmyeon drip. soon, the pain turned into wild pleasure, making him forget to moderate his volume. he didn't care if the neighbors heard his shameless, desperate moans.
he found himself trying to squeeze around chanyeol's huge cock, seeking more of the invading sensation that was driving him crazy. chanyeol laughed and moaned with pleasure, enjoying the ecstasy reflected on junmyeon's face and how tight he was inside. he couldn't get enough of the heat surrounding his cock or the sinful sounds emanating from junmyeon's mouth.
"what a desperate little slut. so eager for cock that you had to break into my house just to get it, huh?"
chanyeol's voice was so deep that junmyeon felt faint from it. with each thrust, junmyeon's cock dripped more precum onto his abs. chanyeol was getting so deep inside him. no man had ever fucked him as well as chanyeol. he wasn't going to last much longer.
“please... please!" junmyeon begged. sweat ran down their bodies, sticking their hair to their foreheads and making them shine in the dim light.
"what's wrong, baby? do you want me to breed you like the bitch you are?"
"please... i'm close…"
"don't worry, baby. i'm going to fill you up so well that you won't be able to live without my cum inside you."
junmyeon curled his toes and let out a deafening scream when chanyeol attacked his prostate again. clinging to chanyeol's back, junmyeon reached his orgasm. he felt his cock throbbing inside him as it filled him with load after load of warm, thick semen that dripped onto the sheets. his own seed stained his stomach, leaving it hot and sticky.
between gasps, he let his head fall to the side as his strength left him. before losing consciousness, he moaned one last time as chanyeol pulled out, leaving his stretched, reddened hole to contract around nothingness, while a river of semen spilled onto the mattress.
he woke up on a black sofa with only a nearly transparent white sheet covering his naked body. he was exhausted, and his legs were shaking slightly. his right arm was half numb from sleeping on it.
the sun had risen hours ago. there was no sign of his clothes or the ring. remembering what had happened last night, he hid his face in his hands. he was fucked.
"i hope you weren't planning on going home early."
chanyeol's voice made him jump and cover his upper body with the sheet.
the man, wearing a rolled-up shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes, watched him with a smile of superiority from a small armchair just a few feet away. in his left hand, he held a leather belt with a silver buckle.
he was definitely fucked, but he loved it.