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jieun <3
Don’t be late!!!!!!!!!! >.<
Really. Don’t be
Sangwon leaves the messages on read, not bothered to reply because he has already entered the building and is taking the stairs to the second floor. He knows where Jieun’s book club activities take place, but she always has this need to repeat herself. What’s kind of annoying, although he doesn’t say anything about it.
The same goes for her comment not to be late. He won’t, and never was, for her to warn him about being late. Not his fault that her past boyfriends were inattentive assholes. Yet, Sangwon hasn’t made any remarks on it. (Doesn’t want to be categorised as an asshole too. By the way, this is Jieun’s favourite adjective to describe her ex-partners, not his words.) It’s too soon, and he’s afraid to get under her skin as she has quite a temper. To add, they aren’t even officially a couple. But not for much longer. After going on dates for two months and having the ‘we are exclusive’ title, Sangwon took the decisive decision to finally confess to her and officially ask her out.
Tonight, under the summer starry sky, Sangwon will ask Jieun to be her boyfriend. He’s not nervous, and neither is he excited. Sangwon just feels that this is the obvious sequel after seeing someone for several weeks with whom you talked about a future together. Although it was pretty late that Sangwon realised he and she weren’t super compatible. That her negative points tower over the positives. But still, she’s cute, smart and often makes Sangwon laugh. Becoming an item can’t be that bad.
When Sangwon gets to her local, he spots a corner and leans against the wall. He’s about forty minutes early. Quickly, he types an ‘already here’, as if to prove her wrong, that he is better than her exes, and simply a considerate person.
This is what Sangwon likes to believe, that he treats her right, fucks her good and is simply a good future boyfriend. Sangwon likes her, really. Jieun can get annoying, trying to mould him into her perspective of a perfect boyfriend. But whenever Sangwon sees her short bob swinging side to side as she runs towards him with a big smile and dimples, those thoughts evaporate.
While Sangwon absentmindedly scrolls on his phone, a shadow obscures his vision, making him look up. A tall figure with dark brown hair that wears a grey hoodie positions himself right beside him, also leaning against the wall. The corridor isn’t that small for him to stand so close to him. Sangwon is exaggerating because there’s a two meter space separating him, yet he still feels that this is too close not to be weird.
For a few seconds, Sangwon stares at the man, it lasts a tad too long to not be considered weird.
He’s so tall. With long legs. The dark denim jeans draping his muscular thighs perfectly almost make Sangwon jealous. His eyes fly a bit higher, landing on his hands. Sleeves rolled up, Sangwon can perfectly trace the veins from his forearm to the hands holding his phone. Then higher, to his Adam’s apple. Up. Higher. His eyes lock on his lips, rosy and plump, that the man, without a warning, licks–
This takes him out of this strange trance. As if this isn’t embarrassing enough, he meets a pair of eyes on him. Sangwon blushes away, followed by a hawk to clear his embarrassment.
Gosh, that was weird of him. The heat travels to his neck. To evacuate this undesired feeling, Sangwon strikes up a conversation. Nothing better to make a cringe encounter more cringe.
“Also here waiting for your girlfriend?” Sangwon awkwardly asks, letting a small laugh out. This should loosen this one-sided tension in the air.
The stranger’s head slightly turns towards him and mimics him, scrutinising Sangwon the same way he did, before returning his attention back to his phone with a short laugh. Now this is embarrassing. Even more than the caught eye contact. Sangwon cringes and bites his lip, preventing a squeal from escaping his mouth. Being blatantly ignored is one kind of humiliation.
And because Sangwon doesn’t know when to stop, he opens his mouth again.
“It’s so annoying when your girl asks you to pick her up every time she goes out, right?” The lie slips smoothly. This is concerning. Why is he lying?
This time, the man lets out a sigh but still smiles, and fully turns his head. “Hey,” his deep voice throws a shiver down Sangwon’s spine, making him straighten up against the wall, “you don’t need to pretend. I don’t care,” he shares, and Sangwon picks up that the man is trying to sound sincere.
Once done talking, he goes back to his phone.
Confused, Sangwon frowns. Pretend? Pretending what?
“What do you mean?”
Without even looking at him, the man nonchalantly drops the next words. “You know–, pretending to have a girlfriend. I know you’re gay.” Sangwon’s mouth slightly falls open, eyes widening. “Oh, and I’m not homophobic, don’t worry”, he adds matter-of-factly, still not looking at him, as if he needed to make this point extra clear.
The thing is that Sangwon simply isn’t gay and never questioned his sexuality to begin with. Sangwon sometimes finds other guys hot, but so do girls with girls, right? Nothing to be called gay by this stranger, at least. Although he underlined that he’s not homophobic, it still sounds like an attack, and Sangwon takes it badly. Is he accusing him of deceiving him?
Beat red, Sangwon stammers on his words, taken aback by the callout, he doesn’t find a fitting comeback. Instead, he clumsily denies his allegation.
“I– I’m,” Sangwon takes a deep breath, “I’m not gay!” he screams in the empty hallway, which he is thankful for being vacant, because that is kind of an embarrassing phrase to shout out loud.
Now he has this stranger's full attention. His body rotates to face him, now leaning on his shoulder, phone tucked in his back pocket, as his eyes scan him from head to toes.
“Really?” He smirks, a brow arched as if to dispute his correction. “You sure?” Sangwon nods, though it’s a rhetorical question. “Not gay but you’re wearing a turquoise tie, a t-shirt with bold black letters ‘love is love’ written, a tote-bag, which is by the way in the gay starter-pack, fucking bootcut jeans, although very cute on you, can’t deny that,” his smile intensifies as he says that, only making Sangwon’s blush deepen. “And what are those? Shoes with a three centimetres heel? Everything screams gay to me.”
“I’m just into fashion,” Sangwon defends himself, taking these comments a bit too personally.
“If you say so,” the stranger takes a step closer, “What’s your name?”
“As if I will ever tell you my name after insulting me,” he scoffs, not finding this conversation amusing.
“I said I’m not homophobic, so how is me calling you gay an insult?”
“You know what I mean, don’t play coy with me.” Sangwon points his finger towards him.
“Wow, wow,” he shoots his hands up, “just wanted you to not feel the need to pretend to have a girlfriend.”
“I have one.” Nothing official for now, but Sangwon doesn’t want to give that man another valid argument.
“Yeah yeah, anyway, I’m Kim Geonwoo, you?”
Sangwon purses his lips, trying to stop himself from falling into his play, which he fails. “Lee Sangwon.”
“Pretty name.” Geonwoo gets even closer, to the point Sangwon has to slightly look up to meet his eyes. “I like the colour.” Geonwoo’s arm stretches out and grabs the turquoise tissue between his long fingers. As he plays with it, Sangwon follows the movements with his eyes. “Suits your black hair,” he compliments in a low whisper.
The number of times Sangwon has been complimented is incomparable with the way Geonwoo’s simple compliment makes him feel. Which is weird. Everything has been weird since Geonwoo stepped into the hallway.
“You like having something tied around your neck?” As he asks this question, his fingers flicker to the band around his neck, his nails scraping his skin. The touch inflicts him with a shiver, forcing him to pull away. However, he only hits the wall, suddenly realising he’s been cornered and can’t escape.
Geonwoo feels too close. And Sangwon feels trapped. He doesn’t know what Geonwoo wants, and it’s scaring Sangwon.
The air between them is heavy, scattering his breathing more. Geonwoo somehow drew closer. This is wrong. It should be wrong. So why isn’t Sangwon pushing him away?
“Have you ever tried?”
“Tried what?” Sangwon is tired of his cryptic questions. This man never gets to the point. And the lack of personal space only makes him irritable.
“Have you ever tried kissing a man?” Geonwoo asks with a friendly smile.
“What?” Sangwon’s eyes spring wide open. “Of course not! I’m not gay, remember?”
“You should try with me.” As he says this, Geonwoo puts his hands on his shoulders, leaning down so his face is right in front of him. “It’s a nice experience to have.”
The proximity makes his heart flutter.
“I have a girlfriend,” he tries, but the saliva caught in his throat makes him stutter over his words.
“I mean, you’re straight, so kissing a man technically doesn’t count as cheating, right?”
“You’re mad,” Sangwon laughs in disbelief. “What about your girlfriend?”
Geonwoo frowns for a split second before being hit by a realisation, and then he chuckles. “Oh, her? Don’t worry, she doesn’t care.”
“This is wrong…” This is aimed at Geonwoo’s behaviour, but Geonwoo understands something else. Eating his words as a form of validation. Maybe he shouldn’t have said it in a soft voice.
“Sangwon,” Geonwoo whispers, his mouth closer than ever, “you care too much.”
Warm lips clash against his, and slowly start moving. Sangwon grips Geonwoo’s hoodie, slowly losing himself in this heat and allows him to deepen the kiss. He needs to push him away, then run far away and never set foot here again.
This shouldn’t be happening.
But why is this so good?
Especially when his wet tongue traces his lower lip to then capture it between his teeth. It hurts so good that Sangwon whimpers softly. The warm palm tightly cupping his jaw intensifies the pleasure.
Naturally, Sangwon completely melts under Geonwoo’s hold. It’s even Sangwon who opens his mouth first. Geonwoo takes this occasion to enter his mouth, a hand behind his head pushing him deeper. Between the kisses, Sangwon moans.
“Geonwoo,” Sangwon calls out, however struggling between the kisses.
Although everything feels good, this isn’t adequate, so he tries to put a stop to it. It’s getting too intense, and they are still in a public space, and anyone can walk in.
Instead of stopping, Geonwoo bites his bottom lip again while his other hand slightly wraps around his neck, his thumb digging right under his jawline, making him choke. Shit. He might get hard.
Mouth open, Geonwoo takes the opportunity and sucks his tongue.
Never in his life has Sangwon been kissed this way.
After a second choked sound, Geonwoo finally lightly pulls away, releasing his grip on his neck. But his other hand is still holding him, not willing to completely let him go. Out of breath, they say nothing, only staring at each other. Sangwon probably looks like a mess, cheeks red from the heat, messy hair falling over his forehead, and his plump lips glistening with spit.
“How was it?” Geonwoo breaks the silence.
“Didn’t make me feel anything,” Sangwon lies, because after all that talk about not being gay, it would have been embarrassing to admit this was the best kiss he has ever shared.
Geonwoo laughs, clearly not believing him and lets go of his nape. Instead, he slides his hand over his arm, feeling his smooth, bare skin under his palm before it reaches his hand.
“I want to prove you wrong.”
And Sangwon doesn’t know what he wants to prove him wrong because Geonwoo simply never finishes his sentences, but he still follows him without questioning. Although this time, Sangwon has his own little idea. The normal reaction would be to pull his hand away, as Sangwon is seeing someone and shouldn’t let this happen. So tell him why does Geonwoo’s touch around his wrist feel right?
He lets him lead him into a bathroom.
“Wha–”
Geonwoo doesn’t even let him finish the word that he throws him into an empty stall and shoves him against the door, and starts kissing him. Big hands on his hips, Geonwoo rolls his body against his, and the sensation is delicious. Sangwon cannot suppress a moan. But his moral consciousness comes back, and he hits reality quickly. With the small strength he has in his arms, Sangwon pushes him. Everything feels wrong all over again. His mind is a mess. Torn between rightfulness and desire.
Jieun doesn’t deserve to be wronged.
“I have a girlfriend,” Sangwon warns, a bit out of breath due to the kiss.
To this, Geonwoo rolls his eyes, annoyed at being interrupted and hearing the same old excuse. As a response, he ignores Sangwon’s words and dives into his neck to trail soft kisses on his skin. His lips reach for the lobe that he faintly bites.
“Lucky you, I don’t really care.”
Without a care for Sangwon’s feelings, he continues to leave soft kisses on the side of his face while his hands move assertively under his t-shirt. Sangwon relaxes his body as fingers creep higher, brushing his ribs, then graze his back, one finger tracing the line of his spine until it reaches his jeans.
“Good, let the pleasure consume you,” Geonwoo whispers as he now kisses his collarbone. The man is smart enough not to leave marks. “Your girlfriend will be thankful, because after I fuck you, your performance in bed will improve.”
“You’re full of bullshit,” Sangwon sneers, not believing his ears.
“Maybe? I mean, I’m no sex therapist, of course I’m bullshitting, but it might be true, so let’s try it out?”
“I’m not letting you fuck me!”
Geonwoo straightens up, and although the corners of his mouth are up, his eyes aren’t smiling. Swiftly, he grabs the collar of his tie and pulls Sangwon’s face closer. “Why?”
This time, it’s Sangwon who rolls his eyes, tired of having to repeat himself for the hundredth time. “Because I’m not gay?”
“Tell me that after I fuck you.”
He doesn’t leave a moment for Sangwon to reply and kisses him, shutting him up. And if at the beginning he was restricting himself, Sangwon relaxes under Geonwoo’s touches, completely giving himself to him. He’s a weak man, spare him. The pleasure’s too great to hammer his brain with a monologue on how this is bad.
Because Geonwoo’s hands are so busy discovering all the hollows of his body, Sangwon feels like a statue. He should touch him too, feel him up, but it feels strange and intimidating. Never has he touched a man with those intentions. Timidly, he places a hand on his broad shoulder as Geonwoo devours him. Sangwon feels so small under him, and his hand feels so small on him, out of place. However, when he slides his hand over his neck, the electricity on the tip of his fingers creates shivers over his arm.
Fuck, why is this so good? Immediately, Sangwon throws both arms around his neck, chests hitting as he tries to bring Geonwoo closer. Under the kiss, Sangwon can tell that Geonwoo is smiling. Of course, this is amusing to him, until a few minutes ago, Sangwon was telling him how he is straight.
Him fully reciprocating the kiss gives Geonwoo the courage to be a bit bolder, and he grabs his ass, which extracts a surprised squeal from Sangwon, breaking the kiss.
This half brings him back to reality, and he wants to make it clear that kissing is the only line he will breach, but this thought is instantly brought to the back of his head when Geonwoo shamelessly eats his ear.
“Liking that much?” he whispers in a seductive, low voice that almost makes Sangwon spiral. His only response to that is to shut his eyes and bite his lip. “Where do you hide them?” he continues, but he talks as if Sangwon is in his head and knows what he means. And to be honest, he’s half-hard, so the words are entering his ear and immediately leaving through the other.
The heat Sangwon felt on his ear leaves him, forcing him to open his eyes. Geonwoo faces him with a small smile, showing off a dimple.
“Where do you hide your condoms?” Geonwoo specifies this time.
“I–” Sangwon stutters, flustered. “I don’t hide them anywhere!”
“You must carry some to fuck your girlfriend. Let me guess, wallet? No, that’s too straight. In a pouch?” When he sees Sangwon look away, his smile widens, showing all of his teeth. “Of course you do,” Geonwoo chuckles right in front of his face. He clocked him badly, which is humiliating.
His finger hooks on the strap of his tote bag, slowly making it slide from his arm. So he can properly search in his bag, Geonwoo has to take a step away, and Sangwon misses the heat. But he swears on his ancestors' graves that he will try, keyword: try, not to show the pleasure Geonwoo procures him.
“Books, digital camera, wallet, keys, phone,” Geonwoo inspects his bag, rummaging through his belongings and invading his privacy. But what did he expect from the man who called him gay one minute into meeting him? “Ah, finally found it!”
He takes the pouch out and holds it like a treasure. His long fingers dig into it, and as if the condoms found him, he swiftly takes two out. The worst? Geonwoo is smiling at him like a kid who asked his mom for some pocket money and succeeded.
Like he’s impatient to fuck him, what is probably the case, Geonwoo throws the pouch back in the tote bag, and to Sangwon’s horrific sight, he almost lays the bag on the ground. A sound of terror escapes his lips, and Geonwoo quickly understands his terror.
“My excuses, Madam,” he mocks, then looks around and finds a hook where he hangs up the tote bag. “Back to business.”
Their bodies collide like magnets; the same goes for their mouths, which immediately find each other. Kissing him is becoming vital. Like a drug.
The problem is that this is completely distracting him from what is happening down. Because Geonwoo is unbuttoning his pants, and Sangwon isn’t even aware. Or even hears him tear the small packaging open. Until he senses a cold feeling on his lower back, Geonwoo’s hand urgently sliding down. Then, Sangwon feels his full hand dip in his underwear.
“What are you doing?” Sangwon breaks the kiss, alarmed by the cold, wet sensation on his entrance.
“Relax, baby, I’ll make you feel good.”
“Don’t call me baby, fucker!” Sangwon tries to reach Geonwoo’s hand and take it away from his ass. Did he wrap his fingers around the condom? Is that the wet sensation he feels?
“You need to be more creative with your comebacks, baby, it’s getting repetitive and boring,” Geonwoo plasters a lazy smirk, his finger drawing circles on his hole. Sangwon bucks his hips forward against his will.
“If you don’t pull your hands away from me, I’ll be the one to fuck you in the ass!”
He only snickers, finding it funny how vulgar Sangwon sounds, and doesn’t move his hand. Geonwoo captures his lips in a chaste kiss before he talks.
“Relax, I mean it when I say I’ll make you feel good.” He kisses his cheek. “Trust me.” Another one. “But if you really don’t want to, I can stop now.”
Seriously, how is Sangwon supposed to reject him when he talks to him in such a sweet voice, planting kisses all over his face and making him feel butterflies in his stomach? All while he continues to tease him down, hardening his cock to a full erection.
“One word.”
“Okay,” Sangwon whispers, giving him the go. Later, he will probably regret all the decisions he made in that restroom, but that will be a problem to solve for future Sangwon. Now, his only interest is to discover that ‘good feeling’ Geonwoo can’t stop mentioning.
If at first Geonwoo was only teasing the area, he now fully inserts a finger. And it doesn’t hurt. Sangwon knows why, and Geonwoo must have felt that too because he immediately inserts a second finger. However, this time it makes his mouth fly slightly open.
“Fuck. Why are you already so loose?” Sangwon ignores his question, avoiding any eye contact. This situation is turning into Sangwon’s Humiliation Day. But Geonwoo doesn’t appreciate his silence, so he begins to scissor him, prepping him correctly for what is coming next. Sangwon whimpers. “You fingered yourself? Answer me.”
With his other hand, he captures his jaw, putting a faint pressure on the tip of his fingers, and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
What is Sangwon supposed to say? That, yes, he likes to shove his fingers in himself, although he firmly claims to be straight? This is the equivalent of asking him if he prefers to burn alive or to drown.
Sue him for knowing his body and his likes!
However, Geonwoo truly doesn’t take his silence for an answer, so he tightens his grip on his jaw, digits sinking in his cheeks. The strength forces his mouth to open. Drool fills it as Sangwon has a hard time swallowing his saliva. But Sangwon doesn’t dare complain, as he likes the grip on him. This is only making him harder. Unconsciously, he bucks his hips forward and grinds on Geonwoo’s thigh. However, Sangwon still hasn’t answered his question. To punish him, he slightly moves away, making Sangwon grind the wind.
Sangwon whimpers in frustration, drool now spilling on his chin and on Geonwoo’s hand.
“Speak.”
When he sees Sangwon struggling, Geonwoo lightly release his grip, but does not fully let him go.
“This morning,” Sangwon manages to say.
The moment Geonwoo removes his hand, Sangwon starts coughing, wipes the spit from his chin, and catches breath.
To his surprise, Geonwoo begins to laugh, as if not believing what he just heard. “Did I hit the jackpot with you? What were the chances of you fingering yourself today of all days? Makes me think you had planned to be fucked and cheat on your girl.”
The fingers in him that were staying still, filling him like a plug, suddenly move again.
“No! That’s not true!” Sangwon defends, displeased about being defamed.
Geonwoo continues to smile. “Does your girlfriend know that you get off by doing this?” He hits his prostrate, and repeats the move.
“G-Geonwoo,” he moans, the sensation way more intense than when he did it himself. Sangwon’s palm lies on Geonwoo’s face and reduces the distance. “Stop talking about her.” Because he’s starting to hate the idea of having someone else waiting for him, and guilt keeps mixing with the pleasure.
Geonwoo only smirks.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Sangwon continues, only for the sake of appearance, because he doesn’t want to stop. Plus, it’s already too late to go back when Geonwoo has his fingers deep inside him and his cock leaking precum in his pants.
“But it feels good, right? So why stop?” When he looks him straight in the eyes, Sangwon suddenly loses all his capability of thinking.“You know what I would like? Less of your talking and more of your hands getting busy with, perhaps, my cock? Lovely idea I got here, mhh, baby?”
Instinctively, his gaze drifts down and notices a big bulge in Geonwoo’s pants. When Sangwon looks back up, uncertain, Geonwoo takes his hand and positions it right where he wants it to be. Sangwon gulps, feeling the heat in his palm. Geonwoo hits his prostate again, and Sangwon unconsciously tightens his grip.
They still haven’t broken eye contact, still staring intensely at the other as Sangwon becomes bolder, secretly loving the slight grimaces Geonwoo is making. His other hand reaches the pants, unbuttoning them, pulls them down along his boxers, all while he bites down on his lip.
“What a tease,” scoffs Geonwoo, as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out. Sangwon can no longer deny that he likes this. Likes everything that Geonwoo is making him discover.
As his hand grabs his shaft, Sangwon breaks eye contact to stare down at what he’s holding. Holy shit. Sangwon isn’t even small, but this is another level, something that should scare an ass virgin like him.
“Don’t just stare at it,” Geonwoo whispers in his ear. “Go up,” the warm heat of his breath brings him shivers. His hand slides up, thumb on his head that he gently strokes. “And down.” He collects the precum and smears it down, getting some in his palm.
Even with the precum, it remains a bit too dry. Sangwon wants to suggest picking his handcream from his tote bag, but Geonwoo seems to have another idea.
“Let me help you.” Geonwoo grabs his wrist and directs his hand towards his mouth. Sangwon watches him curiously until Geonwoo spits in his hand, a string of drool attached to his lip. “Work it, baby.”
His heart hammers endlessly in his ribcage. This looked like it came straight out of a porn video. And Sangwon can’t deny how sexy it looked. Worked up by Geonwoo himself and his fingers in him that are moving way too slowly, he starts stroking Geonwoo like his life depends on it.
He’s slow, but his grip is firm, mirroring Geonwoo’s own action, so that he has a taste of his own medicine. When his hand reaches the top of his cock, he always stays way too long playing with his tip, pressing it down as he makes circles.
In response, Geonwoo suddenly goes faster, to which Sangwon loses balance.
“You like my fingers? Answer me, don’t be ashamed.”
“Yes,” Sangwon succeeds in replying, although his brain is short-circuited. His hand is doing its best to stroke him, because everything is getting so intense. Sangwon’s body is starting to turn sluggish.
“Then you’re going to love my cock,” he teases. Though serious, because Geonwoo abruptly pulls his fingers out, throws the condom somewhere on the ground, to which Sangwon frowns. But he doesn’t give him much time to comment on it as Geonwoo turns him around, Sangwon’s body and face smashing on the stall wall, back arched as he tugs his pants lower. The view must be pleasant because Geonwoo mutters ‘fuck’.
Sangwon feels something hard brushing his hole. Never in his life would he have imagined thinking this, but Sangwon can’t wait to be fucked. Geonwoo’s big hand is secured on the cleft of his ass, nails digging in deep, and his cock keeps on teasing his hole. However, nothing else happens. Sangwon grunts in frustration.
“Should I or should I not?”
“Shouldn’t what?” Sangwon almost shouts, tired of his ambiguous phrases.
He feels him get closer, cock sliding between his cheeks, and he plants a small kiss on his nape.
“Should I fuck you raw or not?”
Unconsciously, Sangwon bucks his hips, but Geonwoo holds him firmly against him. Sangwon turns his head so he can face Geonwoo. He probably looks out of it, with his bangs falling on his eyes, cheeks red and lips wet and swollen.
“Don’t care,” he shares, genuinely exhausted, “I only want you to fuck me. Now.”
“Yes, captain.”
Immediately, he hears him spit, probably in his hand, and feels him stroking himself a few times. Only then does he put his words into action and insert the head. Sangwon bites his lips to not let a loud moan out.
Both of his hands are on his hips so he can pull Sangwon on his cock, fully entering him. This is a completely different game compared to a few fingers in him. And it hurts. Geonwoo must know because he starts peppering kisses all over his neck, as one hand slides up under his t-shirt, caressing his stomach before it reaches his chest.
“Sensitive here?” Geonwoo asks. His fingers brush his nipple. When Geonwoo sees him suppress a hiss, he chuckles. “Of course you are. You’re too predictable, but I won’t complain. Now, relax.” While his fingers play with his nipple, Geonwoo’s other hand finds his cock and strokes it.
As Sangwon starts to feel good, he lets soft moans out, and Geonwoo slowly moves his hips. Geonwoo pulls out, only his tip remaining inside, then abruptly thrusts in. Sangwon cries.
“Loving it?” Geonwoo grunts, moving in and out slowly. His fingers, which were teasing his chest, travel higher, traversing his collar and wrapping themselves around his neck. Slightly, Geonwoo chokes him. The pressure makes his eyes roll back.
“Geonwoo,” Sangwon cries some more.
Now his thrusts are becoming brutal, clearly losing control. Even the hand on Sangwon’s cock flies away and instead lands flat on his stomach. Then it travels back to his hip.
Meanwhile, his fingers on his neck stay firmly stuck. Never in his life would he have thought of liking to be choked. This discovery of himself triggers a moan out of him. Sangwon clenches his hole, and Geonwoo hisses.
“Shit.”
Geonwoo probably won’t last any longer; the same goes for Sangwon. To stir him up, Sangwon whimpers louder than necessary.
However, Geonwoo puts a stop to it by sliding his fingers up to his mouth and abruptly inserting two fingers, pushing on his tongue. Sangwon nearly chokes on his fingers. Unfortunately, this is also what makes Sangwon come. His cum splatters all over the wall and a bit on his t-shirt.
Not long after, Geonwoo follows him and comes inside with a grunt. He stays in for a few more seconds before pulling out. Unexpectedly, Geonwoo hugs him from behind.
“Sorry for coming inside you.”
Truly, Sangwon couldn’t care less. It rather feels pleasant, that warm sensation still rummaging inside him.
“This was good. You were perfect, Sangwon.” He kisses his shoulder through the soft material. This man can’t live without kissing, it seems. Sangwon moves, wanting to turn around, but Geonwoo holds him still between his arms. “Stay still. I need to clean you.”
When he feels a finger come inside, Sangwon whimpers. He has become too sensitive. His legs are trembling, about to give up, but Geonwoo tells him to hold on a little longer. Then, he sees him throw a rolled tissue towards the same direction as the condom. Once again, he frowns at the sight.
Geonwoo turns him around and guides him by holding his hips towards the toilet and makes him sit on the lid. With another paper, sitting between his legs, he wipes his cock, and Sangwon hisses, sensitive. When done, Geonwoo pulls his bottoms up. Sangwon watches him, saliva stuck in his throat and lips tightly sealed. Because, shit, why is the sight of Geonwoo taking care of him so hot? Hands linked against his chest, he debates with his urge not to run his fingers through his dark hair.
Like a habit by now, Geonwoo throws the tissue to the side. “Do not litter,” he finally dares to say.
To this, Geonwoo lets out a soft chuckle. “My bad, Mr Clean.” However, he does nothing about it.
Instead, Geonwoo does the unexpected. Before buttoning his jeans, he leans closer, his breath hitting his sensitive skin right above his boxers. Right next to his hipbone, Geonwoo’s wet mouth lands on his skin. He doesn’t leave it there, he tongues the surface and sucks it in. Naturally, Sangwon hisses again. His hands even instinctively reach for him, but he retracts them. It’s already done, pushing Geonwoo away would change nothing. At this point, Sangwon should accept and enjoy anything that the man gives him.
Satisfied with the red mark left on Sangwon, Geonwoo takes support on Sangwon’s thighs and slightly straightens up so he faces him. “Little handmade souvenir,” he locks their lips for a brief moment, “you like?”
Still dazed (Sangwon has been out of it since he willingly followed Geonwoo to the restroom), he nods. This brings a sweet smile to Geonwoo’s lips, and he kisses him again. All Geonwoo does is smile and kiss him. Not that he complains. He’s a great kisser, and whenever he smiles, a cute dimple appears, which has his heart skip a beat.
When their lips part, Sangwon opens his mouth to say he wants to give him a souvenir back, but Geonwoo straightens up too quickly. Now he has lost the chance to say it. And even if he had said it, where would he have done it? On his neck? So Geonwoo’s girlfriend immediately finds out what they did? Or on his body? That sounds a bit awkward, and still too risky.
Whatever, it’s not as if the thought of marking Geonwoo up makes him salivate.
Sangwon quickly regrets this thought.
Because Geonwoo is taking off his hoodie and revealing a quick glimpse of his toned stomach as his undershirt hikes up. “Bad idea to fuck you with a hoodie during summer.” The white shirt sticks to his pecs due to the heat, moulding them perfectly. Then, Geonwoo takes the hem of the shirt to wipe the sweat on his neck, beautifully exposing his abs. Fuck his whatever-thought. Sangwon wants to run his tongue all over his body. Trails his hands all over him like a madman discovering the beauty of life. Never in his life has he been this attracted to a person.
Maybe Sangwon has said his filthy thoughts out loud because Geonwoo suddenly leans down. He’s going to kiss him because that man clearly cannot live without it, and he’s going to grant Sangwon’s wish to touch him. Sangwon closes his eyes, ready for another round of make-out. However, Geonwoo instead crouches to the side and picks up the garbage before leaving the stall. Embarrassed by his foolishness, Sangwon smacks his face.
It’s over. They fucked and kissed. Nothing is going to happen now. They had a good time, and now they are done with each other. The obvious next step is to part ways without looking back and persuade themselves that this never happened. After all, Geonwoo is in a relationship, and Sangwon is in a soon-to-be relationship.
It’s his turn to come out of the stall. (But before that, he cleans his come from the wall with embarrassment and takes his bag.) Sangwon goes straight up to the sink, not daring to look at the man standing at the side, and washes his hands and the almost dried cum on his t-shirt.
While Sangwon is lost in his thoughts, Geonwoo comes unexpectedly behind him, startling him. Sangwon looks at Geonwoo through the mirror. At the sight of them together, Sangwon glances away, back to being shy. Instead, he busies himself by aggressively washing his hands. But Geonwoo is having none of it and turns off the faucet.
His chest brushes his back, closer than ever. Geonwoo’s warm breath hits his ear.
“Look at this view.” Geonwoo grabs his chin, holding it up as he forces him to look at their reflection in the mirror. Sangwon gulps. Geonwoo’s wide, tall build devours his frame, making him look small. “Should have fucked you here. Nobody seems to come here,” he mutters. “Should we go for round two?”
His suggestion makes his tummy flip. This sounds nice. More time with Geonwoo, meaning more time discovering new pleasures together. Maybe this time, he can touch Geonwoo’s body as it pleases him? But his bubble pops when he hears his ringtone.
Shit, what hour is it? How long has he been here? Jieun is probably the one calling him. Alerted, Sangwon unconsciously pushes Geonwoo with his elbow as he searches for his phone in his tote bag. It is indeed Jieun calling him.
When he picks up the call, she doesn’t even let him place a word. “Oppa, is this a joke? Didn’t I make it extra clear not to be late?” She sounds furious. Well, understandable, he would have been irritated too if his date was–he checks the hour–twelve minutes late.
“Sorry, I had a problem, and I– Uh.” For some reason, in the middle of talking, Sangwon realised Geonwoo still has a hand on his hip, fingers caressing his skin tenderly. He stutters each word of his next sentence. “I had to go to the toilet. No, I mean, to the restroom. I’m sorry, I’ll be there soon.”
“Whatever.” She hangs up.
Suddenly, Geonwoo, who is still positioned behind him, snatches his phone from his hand. At this point, Sangwon doesn’t even question his actions. He turns around to face him, his lower back touching the sink. They are almost chest to chest, replicating the same trapped scene from earlier in the hallway. Sangwon’s heart hammers in his ribcage because this is all too hot. Geonwoo is way too sexy for his own good. He can’t help but watch his big hands do whatever on his phone without a hint of lust. Clearly, Sangwon has already completely forgotten Jieun.
A ringtone goes on, and Sangwon understands that Geonwoo put his number in his contacts. This makes Sangwon blush, the implication of this act clear.
Geonwoo wants to meet him again. He doesn’t want this to be their last encounter.
The phone slips back into his tote bag, and Geonwoo holds his cheeks. “So,” Geonwoo begins, “I have like, what, two minutes to kiss you a last time before you leave?”
Sangwon laughs, his forehead falling on Geonwoo’s shoulder. Of course this man wants to make out. For the first time, Sangwon shows him a wide smile, and Geonwoo seems starstruck by it. This probably stirs something in him, because Sangwon can tell Geonwoo is about to jump on him, but Sangwon beats him to it and seals the gap first.
Automatically, Sangwon’s arms wrap around Geonwoo’s neck, while Geonwoo’s hands find their due place on his hip and face. To be a tease, he bucks his hips and lightly grinds against his crotch. As punishment, Geonwoo smacks him on the ass, then grabs a handful of it. They both moan.
“Will never get tired of kissing you.”
“We just met,” Sangwon laughs.
“And I'm already addicted.” Sangwon admires his honesty, as this only makes him more charming.
Sensing that more than two minutes have passed, Geonwoo bites his bottom lip one last time before licking it. He doesn’t stop there. His tongue slides up, tracing Sangwon’s philtrum, then his septum and lastly the tip of his pointy nose. Geonwoo ends it with a soft kiss on his forehead, thumb gently stroking his cheekbone.
“Leave first,” Geonwoo says as he steps away, Sangwon already grieves his heat, and takes place beside him.
Shy, Sangwon nods and doesn’t dare to add anything else, to ask if there’s a chance they will meet again. Eventually, if Geonwoo wants to see him again, he can always contact him. Then a crucial piece of information travels through his mind. A reminder of the situation they are both in. And that no matter what, what they had is ephemeral.
“Geonwoo?” he interpellates him before exiting the restroom.
“Mhh?” Geonwoo tilts his head back, hands and back leaning on the sink as he looks from the side. And Sangwon realises no matter the circumstances, he wouldn’t have been able to resist that man.
“Do you not feel... guilty?” Sangwon doesn’t finish the whole phrase, but Geonwoo knows what he means.
Once again, Geonwoo flashes that same smile he has been showing the whole time.
“No,” he simply answers with a shrug.
Sangwon's breath falls short for a second too long. Then, he hides a faint smile, finding this situation ironic. After all, the one to have initiated all of this was Geonwoo. Why would he feel guilty?
Finally, he exits through the door without throwing him a second look. With determined steps, Sangwon rushes to where his girlfriend is waiting. When he sees her, she isn’t alone. Jieun is chatting with a tall brunette, smiling, until she sees him.
“Oppa!”
She sounds angry, and Sangwon wishes she were angry for a whole other reason. For one, she has the right to be angry. Even kill him. But from her perspective, he’s only late, and doesn’t know that he fucked a man behind her back.
When she wraps her arm around his arm, Sangwon cringes, feeling uncomfortable beside her. In a low voice, so that the other girl doesn’t hear them, she whispers.
“This is the last time you make me wait.”
This almost makes him sigh out loud. He knows what awaits him. Jieun is going to scold him like a kid, underlining how humiliating it was for her to wait for her boyfriend to pick her up in front of all her friends. She nudges him in the ribs, forcing him to whisper a sorry.
“Unnie, this is my boyfriend, Sangwon oppa! And this is Goeun unnie!” she introduces her friend to him. They politely bow to each other.
Then, her eyes divert to a shadow coming from the side, and her mouth forms a small circle.
“Oh, it’s my turn for my pick-up boy to show up.”
Sangwon looks to the side and sees Geonwoo coming out. Oh. So this Goeun girl is his girlfriend? Of course, he goes for the elegant and tall, pretty ones. Sangwon states with a hint of irritation.
“It was nice talking to you.” She hugs Jieun and bows to Sangwon before skipping towards Geonwoo.
“Noona.”
She wraps her arm over his shoulder, almost headlocking him.
His heart drops to his stomach as he finally realises something. This fucker. Of course Geonwoo didn’t feel guilty, because he never had a girlfriend to begin with. The resemblance between them too obvious. All this time, Sangwon was the only one being an awful person. Practically cheating. Harming an innocent person’s feelings for a brief moment of pleasure.
“What did mom make for dinner?” Sangwon hears her ask.
“Kimchi Jjigae.”
At the answer, she briefly stops and drops her arm from his neck. “Seriously? I hate Kimchi Jjigae, so does dad!”
“What to do? I’m mom’s favourite,” Geonwoo laughs. Geonwoo dares to laugh with his sister, the one he pretended to be his girlfriend, so he could lure Sangwon into his trap. Make him think he isn’t the only one betraying someone.
Jieun is talking to him, but Sangwon doesn’t even pretend to listen, still watching Geonwoo slowly walk away. Before he walks down the stairs and disappears, Geonwoo turns around with a smirk and waves him goodbye.
“Jieun,” Sangwon calls her with a flat voice, absently looking in the void. “I don’t think it’s going to work out between us.”
“What?”
Ah. She will call him an asshole now for suddenly dropping her, too, right?
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At the sight of the message, Geonwoo doesn’t control his laugh, his hand covering his mouth in disbelief. This is gold. He really hit the jackpot tonight.
“Creep,” says his sister as she eats Kimchi Jjigae. Geonwoo clicks his tongue, annoyed by her comment. Still, his smile remains intact. “What got you laughing?” He ignores her.
With a spoon in her mouth, she snatches the phone from his hand. Geonwoo sees her frown, clearly not pleased by the text compared to Geonwoo. Weird sounds come out of Goeun’s mouth, forgetting that she has a spoon in her mouth. When she pulls it out, she smashes it against the table. But Geonwoo isn’t impressed. This is all an act, the big sister act that stopped working on him when he turned fifteen. However, Goeun likes to believe she still has power over him.
“Is this Jieun’s boy?”
“If by ‘Jieun’s boy’ you mean Sangwon, then, yeah.”
“Aren’t you tired of playing with their hearts? And, seriously, this Sangwon boy looks like the sweetest boy in the world.”
Now, he is seriously getting annoyed. Geonwoo takes back his phone and stands up. But before he leaves the living room, he shares a last thought with her. “I actually like this one.”
More than solely liking. Geonwoo felt a connection with Sangwon. For a brief moment, he even thought he had found the one before coming back to reality. Yes, he was mean to Sangwon, calling him gay, commenting on his outfit, and worst of all, tricking him into believing they were cheating on their girls together, so he could have sex with him. Geonwoo never introduced himself as a good person. This is the reason why he firmly believed this was going to be the last time they would see each other. Lucky him, Sangwon must have liked his cock as much as Geonwoo liked his lips.
Geonwoo imagines all the positions he will fuck Sangwon. Fuck. This feeling is probably better than winning the lottery. He can’t wait. Hopefully, Sangwon is aware of the hungry monster he just let into his life.