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“You should go.”
“Soo-Hyun, no.”
Soo-Hyun sighs – for the eleventh time that night— and having reached her limit, clasps both her hands in Gaon’s shoulders and looks him in the eye.
“It’s a good opportunity to meet people from your area and mingle amongst them. You can’t reject such occasion.” She chides him gently, trying to soften her face and be reasonable.
Gaon still looks unconvinced, but he also looks as if he is really closed to give in and accept.
“I don’t know, Soo-Hyun. It’s not exactly an official event from the University. It’s more like a sponsored party with political undertones. And it’s a masquerade, on top of all that.” Soo-Hyun shrugs at that.
“That’s even better. You can keep anonymous in case you meet a weirdo, and still learn how these people behave in such environments. Professor Min also said he was going to be there, so there is nothing to worry about.”
That seems to be exactly what Gaon needs to hear to finally accept, nodding his head in defeat and with a tired smile.
“Fine, I will go. But I will leave early since the next day I have a morning shift at the restaurant.” His friend whoops in excitement and punches him lightly in the shoulder.
“Whatever, just show up, relax a little, meet new people from the Supreme Court, maybe from the Ministry of Justice, and even from the SRF. You have been studying and working nonstop, you deserve to dedicate some time to your social life in the field and network a bit.” Gaon shrugs but nods, every second more and more agreeable with the idea.
“That does sounds reasonable.” He says, trying to be positive about the whole thing.
Soo-Hyun laughs at his face. “Who knows, you may even meet a girl that will steal my place.” She says with a pout, and Gaon is now the one punching her in the arm at the absurd comment.
What’s the worst that can happen?
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Gaon didn’t contemplated there would be so much alcohol at the masquerade ball.
Even the drinks that looked like they were non-alcoholic, had alcohol in them.
So that’s why, after losing sight of Professor Min, and wanting to be left alone, he kept seated at his table, drinking colorful fruity drinks that the waiters where carrying around, and munching on a few appetizers.
He started to feel light-headed however by his fifth flute of sparkly juice, and so he stops one waiter and asks him the million-dollar question.
“Is there any alcohol in this?”
The waiter looked at him as if he was an idiot, the other empty flutes still in front of Gaon, on the table.
“Yes sir. If you would like something non-alcoholic, I can bring you a glass of water.”
Gaon grimace at the answer and nodded, but it was already too late. He is pleasantly buzzed already; cheeks redden by the alcohol and inhibitions completely lowered.
He isn’t a sad drunk, like Soo-Hyun, or a sleepy one, like Professor Min.
He is an emotional one, his feelings always heightened exponentially once he drinks one too many drinks. Then the barrier in his brain that tells him what is and what isn’t acceptable to do, gets completely whipped out.
“No, that’s all right. Thank you.” He decides to keep eating, hoping that the food will help him lower his drunkenness, but suddenly he feels really hot, his face burning, half covered with the white mask Soo-Hyun had found for him.
He takes off his suit jacket, letting it rest on his chair.
Regret now fills him for rejecting the glass of water. He is very thirsty.
His eyes look around, trying to find a waiter. He ends up making eye contact with a man that looks at him intently from across the dance floor.
Gaon is instantly frozen in place, for some weird reason completely drawn to the other man.
He licks his lips, feeling them dry.
The guy looks very handsome in a black tuxedo, hair perfectly brushed to the side and back, black mask covering half of his face. He raises his flute of champagne at Gaon, as if he is toasting with him, and Gaon can only duck his head shyly, mind hazy and floaty.
Is that man flirting with him?
Gaon raises his eyes, once again making eye contact with the stranger, who still hasn’t stopped looking at him, lips curl in a smirk.
Embarrassment fills Gaon now, when the focused attention makes the warm created by the alcohol to spread to other places that shouldn’t be heated at such a time.
Alcohol really fucks up with him. Now he is starting to feel horny.
He bites his lip, thinking.
He really should go, wash his face to clear it a little, then call Soo-Hyun so she picks him up or try and find Professor Min.
He tries searching for the older man and finds him far away in between many other older guys that seem to be in a deep discussion if the frowns in their faces are any indication.
His curiosity gets the better of him, and his eyes end up straying one last time towards the stranger that previously catched his attention, but the man has already disappeared from his spot, and for a moment Gaon looks around trying to find him again, with no success.
A waiter comes by and takes all of Gaon’s empty flutes on his tray. Before he can go, Gaon is taking another one filled to the brim with a light pink beverage, nervously drinking it to try and soothe his parched throat, even if drinking more alcohol is a bad idea. He still feels conscious enough, even if his head is kind of hazy.
Suddenly someone is pulling the chair next to him, snapping him out of his daze.
“May I?” asks a male’s voice, right next to his ear, and he swivels on his chair to look at the newcomer, finding himself face to face with the stranger that was standing on the other side of the room.
Gaon blinks at him owlishly and after a few seconds of him only looking at the amused smirk on the man’s lips he nods. “Y-Yes, of course.”
“I’m Kang Yohan, and you are?” the man, Yohan, takes a seat and raises a hand towards Gaon in greeting. He immediately takes it, bowing politely.
“Kim Gaon, sir.”
“Nice to meet you Kim Gaon. Is this your first time attending such event?” the warm palm enclosing his hand and the firm yet gentle hold on it makes shudders go down Gaon’s back and he pulls his hand away with a little more force than necessary.
“Is it that obvious?” he asks in answer, chuckling awkwardly and draining the last of his drink.
Fuck. He forgot he wasn’t supposed to continue drinking these things.
That’s how nervous he feels with this man so close to him, black heavy gaze pining him in place, playful smirk stretching his full lips.
“Hm, you could say that.” The man chuckles in a low baritone, and Gaon almost swoons at the manly voice of this guy, Kang Yohan. Embarrassing.
“What gave me away?” he’s starting to feel loose and bold, conversation innocent and amicable, enough for Gaon not to want to run in search of Professor Min anymore but instead get to know the man next to him.
Maybe he should have properly listened to Soo-Hyun and make a better job at mingling with the people attending this thing. It doesn’t seem to be that bad after all.
“Well, when your first arrived, the man you came with passed you around to almost everyone to introduce you.” Gaon grimaces at the memory, relieved that it didn’t last that long. Professor Min knew lots of people, but not that many, fortunately. “And you have been sitting here ever since he disappeared with his colleagues, cowering like a fawn amongst predators.”
Gaon clears his throat, trying to find a justification but finding none. “I really didn’t want to be here.” He confesses and the man hums at him.
“Is that so?” Gaon nods, sheepish. “Between us, neither did I.” the man winks at him, a small smile spreading his lips handsomely. “But it’s part of the job.”
Gaon ‘ooh’s at that. “May I ask what you do?” asks Gaon, now interested. The man leans back on his chair comfortably, grabbing two new flutes of champagne from a passing waiter, and even if Gaon shouldn’t, he accepts one for himself.
“I’m a Judge.” Says the man, sipping his drink afterwards.
As if on cue, a few persons walk by, greeting Yohan with a respectful ‘Judge Kang’, and after a quick handshake, they leave.
“Oh, I want to be a Judge as well once I graduate.” shares Gaon excited. The man looks at him surprised.
“What made you want to be one?” he asks then, and for a moment Gaon’s mouth pulls sadly downwards.
“Personal reasons.” Yohan nods at the answer and doesn’t question Gaon further, but he feels bad at the short ambiguous answer, so he adds something else. “I want to uphold justice so it’s fair and equal for everyone. And equivalent to the crimes committed.” His voice hardens at the end, eyes turning cold for a moment at the memory of his parents disgrace and the unfair sentenced the criminal that doomed them got at the end.
The man silently stares at him, and Gaon thinks that for a moment he was a little too intense, but then the man speaks again. “When are you graduating?”
“In a year, if everything goes all right.”
The man seems thoughtful for a moment. “I can definitively see you as a Judge.” He compliments, and Gaon laughs.
“We barely know each other; how can you be so sure?”
He shrugs. “A hunch.” Gaon purses his lips, amused and nods, relenting, then sips more of his drink, enjoying the bubbly beverage. “Let’s hope we can get to work together then someday.”
“I’m sure it will take some time for me to get on your level sir.” Says Gaon politely, eyeing the many people around that seemed to be looking at the older man and smiling excited, whispering as well.
Yohan acts unaware of their presence, attention solely focus on Gaon, smirk in place. “Don’t be so sure.”
Gaon smiles again and finishes his drink. Which number was this one again? He looks around the table and then remembers his empty drinks were already taken away. He clears his throat then, aware he might be getting a little too casual with this man he just met, and he doesn’t want to end up being disrespectful because of the alcohol.
“Mm, I should stop drinking.” He mumbles, finger pulling at the neck of his shirt, still feeling the hotness spreading in him. Yohan hums at him, questioning.
“Are you drunk already? I can’t tell.”
“Not exactly, but I’m on that path if I keep drinking more of these.” He raises his empty flute and puts it back in the table, hands sliding up and down his thighs, palms suddenly sweaty.
Yohan’s eyes roam around the big venue, almost judgingly towards the many persons spread around dancing with the soft music or just quietly chatting amongst each other. “Would you like to walk with me, so you can shake off the buzz of the alcohol?” he asks then.
At the time, it seems like a good idea to Gaon.
The handsome man, Yohan, he is pleasant to be with – he is a Judge! — and nice to talk to, so Gaon smiles and nods, standing up with him, letting the older man guide him far away from the party.
He just needs to walk off his drunkenness.
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And suddenly Yohan is eating him out in one of the cubicles of the bathrooms at the venue, one of Gaon’s legs hitch on top of his shoulder for better access, underwear, and pants pool around the leg that keeps him standing, trembling, and barely holding him up.
He uses his hands to hold onto Yohan’s shoulder, tightening when his sinful tongue continues licking circles around his hole, then sliding upwards towards his balls and sucking them into his mouth, hand sliding up and down on his aching erection.
“A-ah, Yohan,” he moans, body shaking in pleasure. Yohan’s mouth moves further up, swallowing his cock, a wet finger slipping inside his ass, making Gaon arch his back at the sudden penetration. “K-Keep going, like that.” He mumbles mindlessly, too consumed in pleasure to realize how wanton he sounds.
Yohan hums with Gaon’s dick still inside his mouth, vibrations making Gaon trash his head against the wall behind him, his fingers digging into the fabric of Yohan’s suit jacket in a desperate hold.
How did he even end up like this? They were just walking around, quietly talking.
Then there was an accidental brush of their hands, a heated gaze exchange and before he knew it, he was letting Yohan undress him and turn him into putty in a bathroom, of all places.
His sinful mouth releases his dick with a pop at the same time the finger inside his hole turns to two, and he unashamedly pushes back against them, wanting more, his hand sliding upwards to pull at the hair in Yohan’s nape.
“Don’t stop, please.” He begs, eyes teary and face – still half covered with the mask— flushed from pleasure this time. Yohan smirks at him, fingers fucking him in an even quicker tempo, prodding his prostate mercilessly, tongue peeking out to teasingly lick at the head of his leaking cock.
Another finger joins.
Gaon moans at the addition, clenching down hard around them, toes curling inside his shoes, hips snapping forward involuntary.
Before he can even truly enjoy the fullness he feels, Yohan retrieves his fingers and stands swiftly again, chastely kissing Gaon’s cheek in a comforting gesture, then he moves closer to Gaon, lips next to his ear. “Brace yourself on the toilet.” He commands him in a raspy voice, and Gaon moves obediently, lowering the lid on the toilet first and then placing his hands on the tank, presenting his ass to Yohan as if this is a daily occurrence.
He kind of comes to his senses when he sees his hard cock, wet and red, peek from under his white shirt, suddenly aware that he still is at the party. In a bathroom! With a man he met an hour ago, probably less, and that he surely will continue seeing once he becomes a Judge.
Uncertainty fills him, and he raises slowly, about to backtrack himself, only to be pushed again in place by Yohan’s big hand on the back of his neck, the slippery hot feeling of his cock sliding in between Gaon’s ass cheeks teasingly.
“Stay still.”
Gaon doesn’t know why, but he obeys, and waits. The head of Yohan’s cock breaches his stretched entrance in a slow thrust that pulls a whine from him. It’s thicker than just three fingers of that he is sure. Another hand touches his lower back, massaging him slowly in a calming gesture, and slowly, oh so slowly, Yohan keeps pushing his cock inside, all big and searing hot. It feels like he will leave his imprint inside Gaon’s tight passage.
Gaon bends further, arching his back. The angle gets better like that, and he whines, once Yohan fully bottoms out, his balls slapping gently against Gaon’s ass.
“F-Fuck, you are so big.” Mutters Gaon with no filter, too far gone on the feeling of a cock inside his ass to care for his manners. Yohan snorts behind him, and starts sliding backwards, pulling out slowly, dragging deliciously against Gaon’s inner walls.
In a quick move, he pushes back in, immediately finding Gaon’s prostate and making him sob at the blinding pleasure, hole clenching down harshly around Yohan’s girth inside him. “You are so tight, Gaon.”
Gaon laughs then at the absurdity of it all, head turning sideways to look at Yohan over his shoulder, inhibitions gone completely. “Just fuck me.” He pleads. The man is already balls deep inside him, what else can Gaon do but take it like a champ?
He suddenly feels so irrational, mind driven to a craze haze fueled by pleasure.
He arches his back further and groans, and after a last pull, hole suddenly empty, he’s being filled then once again, Yohan’s hot hard length stretching him wide open, both of them groaning, uncaring of the fact they can actually be heard by anyone close by, too far gone on their pleasure.
Yohan stops moving momentarily, and then lowers his chest against Gaon’s back, mouth kissing and biting on the back of his neck, over the edge of his white shirt. Gaon is just about to protest, but Yohan beats him to it, snapping his hips hard against him and starting to fuck him in earnest, balls slapping obscenely against Gaon's ass. Gaon is just loving it too much, and he momentarily wonders if the alcohol turns him into a slut if good enough motivation is added, or a perfectly sexy stranger. His words come out slurred, but he still manages to beg for more and for Yohan to do him harder and faster, his own hips moving in rhythm with Yohan’s tempo.
Yohan’s warm hands slide under his shirt, his nails dragging against his skin, fingers digging into the flesh all the way to his nipples, pinching and pulling them harshly once he reaches them. Gaon sobs at the harsh treatment against his sensitive chest, hips jerking uncoordinatedly now that the pleasure just keeps building up.
“A-Ah, Y-Yohan, harder.” He begs in a whine, back arching, his cock bobbing with every harsh thrust, legs shaking more and more with every hit against his sweet spot, deadly accurate every time. “More.” His voice cracks at the end, sob coming out instead when the blinding pleasure starts to become too much, and still not enough.
He pushes back, whines, and moans Yohan’s name over and over, the only thing he can manage, mind fried by the pleasure.
“You like it?” asks Yohan with a grunt, intensifying the force behind every thrust. Gaon nods and sighs, hole clenching hard, feeling so full. He just wants more.
“Yeah, I like that.”
Yohan’s hands slide down from his chest to his hips, and he grips harshly, the tight hold probably leaving finger-shaped marks along Gaon’s creamy supple flesh, and then Yohan is not only thrusting hard and fast inside Gaon, but also pulling at him to deepen his thrusts, rhythm now erratic and uncoordinated but never relenting, both of them so close to reach their peak.
“Fuck, Kim Gaon.” Hisses Yohan, mouth pressing down once again on the spot behind Gaon’s neck and biting it, teeth sinking on top of the already purple mark left behind with his sucking. His hips move one last time, fucking into Gaon as hard and deep as possible and then he is coming, come spurting inside Gaon’s tight walls, painting his insides while he continues to grind down, the tip of his cock pressing against Gaon’s prostate unforgivingly.
Gaon has half a mind to cover his cock before he too is coming undone, most of the mess landing on the palm of his open hand while his hole clenches hard around Yohan’s half spent dick still inside him, milking him, a low long-drawn-out moan coming from his lips the more he is filled with Yohan’s come, legs shaking and body spasming.
They stay unmoving for a long while, the both of them trying to catch their breaths.
Once the aftershocks start to fade away, Yohan pulls out, a last embarrassing squelching sound the obvious proof of what just happened.
Gaon feels the come leak from his hole almost immediately and his head suddenly wraps around the fact he let a man fuck him without a condom, the first thing you are taught not to do while having sex with strangers.
He isn’t familiar with all the fuck-n-go scene, so, he tries to act as dignified as possible while ripping a good amount of toilet paper and cleaning his hand, the inside of his tights and the wet sticky mess that continuously spills from his hole, Yohan doing the same for himself right behind him, the rustling of fabric the only indication the man is almost done with his own cleaning.
Gaon throws the use paper into the toilet, and just when he is about to grab some more, still feeling the cum deep inside him, Yohan parts his cheeks and kneels behind him, tongue coming out of his sinful mouth to lick around his sensitive and swollen rim, softly lapping it and then sliding in, downright eating him out. A whine is Gaon’s only response, feeling already oversensitive and tired, but feeling the hotness stir in the pit of his stomach, cock twitching weakly between his legs.
Just when he is about to push back, searching for more of that wet tongue inside him, Yohan pulls back, laying a quick chaste kiss in one of his buttocks and turning Gaon around, raising his naked leg to help him slide it into his underwear and slacks, raising then to help Gaon pull them up and fastening the zipper for him while Gaon’s trembly hands try to grip his belt and properly clasp it, mind still reeling at the fact Yohan stick his tongue in his used hole, full of his come. The idea should be repulsive for him, but it’s for some reason incredibly sexy.
He's going nuts, of that he is sure.
“Let’s go.” Yohan pats him on the butt and then turns, opening the door of the cubicle, smoothing down his suit jacket and heading to the sink to wash his hands and comb his hair, although for Gaon it looks just as perfect as when he first laid eyes on the older man.
He too tries to make his clothes less rumpled, and like he wasn’t thoroughly fucked minutes before, but the hotness in his face and the sweat don’t help, so he removes his mask once standing next to Yohan and splashes some water on his face to refresh himself as best as he can, although he wishes he could take a thorough shower. Guess that will have to wait.
He is just finishing drying his face with a soft small towel when Yohan is already walking out of the bathroom.
Gaon scoffs slightly at that, offended at being discarded just like that after a quick fuck, but after a while, he thinks this is best. The faster they move on from this, the better. He combs his hair to the side, pats his cheeks a few times and puts on his mask again, decided to just walk out of the party already. His watch reads past 10PM, and that’s good enough for him to politely leave, the excuse of early shift already on the tip of his tongue in case Professor Min tries to stop him.
Right outside of the bathroom, he comes face to face once again with Yohan, who now holds two bottles of water in his hands, offering one to Gaon with a small smile.
Gaon gapes momentarily at him, and after the guy raises an eyebrow at him he scrambles to take it. “Sorry, thank you.” He bows, feeling dumb for now acting so polite after…well, after they already fucked.
“You thought I would leave you just like that?” Gaon clears his throat, put on the spot, and the man smirks at him. “Come on, I will give you a ride home.”
Gaon sips some water and thinks.
For a moment the idea sounds tempting. Maybe he can even invite the guy to come up and spend the night. They can have a repeat of their deed in the bathroom but this time slower, instead of rushed by the pressure of the public place they choose.
The sudden memory of Soo-Hyun waiting for him at his place snaps him out of his fantasy and with regret, he shakes his head. Better to keep this as a one-time thing.
Gaon isn’t even sure he is being rational, body still tingling with the aftershocks of a good fuck.
“Thanks for the offer, but I will go on my own.” The man seems disappointed at his rejection but nods, accepting it.
“Well then, nice to meet you Kim Gaon.” He raises his hand and Gaon clasps it, relishing at the warm feeling around his hand, thinking back at the time that same hand was bending him lower while fucking him like an animal.
His cheeks heat once more, and he tries to act like he isn’t replaying their coupling over and over on repeat inside his mind. This night will be imprinted on his memory for a long time, he is sure.
“Likewise, Judge Kang. Have a good night.” Then he lets go of the hold on his hand, bows politely and walks away, trying not to limp too obviously and grimacing at the sting in his hole.
Hopefully the pain will be dulled by morning if he takes a Tylenol. Right?
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Wrong.
Working as a waiter has never been hell for Gaon until now. Having to be standing for so long and walking to and from the kitchen is agonizing. Doesn’t matter how many pain meds he takes; the sting and ache is still there.
The prior night Soo-Hyun saw him come in and instantly knew, mouth forming an ‘O’. It was awkward, her trying to be a supporting friend and act playful while her eyes betrayed the hurt she felt.
Gaon felt very guilty at being the cause of that, more importantly, because it was over a one-night stand.
At the end he didn’t share much detail about what happened, not sure how she would react if she knew everything, but she acted like a best friend does and supported him, which he was incredibly grateful for. Even stayed to sleep and drove him to work.
“Gaon, there is table 5 for you. 3 persons.” Says the manager and he nods, standing from the cushion chair hidden in a corner of the kitchen, he makes sure his white pants and suit jacket look spotless, straightens his crooked black tie and takes a deep breath, releasing it in a heavy sigh, while plastering his fake waiter smile, quickly making his way to the table, limping slightly if he moves wrong.
The table is occupied by 3 man, all looking like rich assholes that had just finished playing golf and want to have brunch before spending the rest of their Saturday doing nothing.
“Hello, my name is Gaon, and I will be your waiter today. Are you ready to order your drinks or would you like some more time?” he says once he is standing next to the table. A chubby man with glasses smiles at him.
“Coffee is all right.” Gaon nods and looks at the next guy. A man with a walking stick who rudely waves a hand at him.
“Same.” Gaon’s smile tightens but he nods anyway, directing his gaze at the last man, and his breath catches in his throat.
The man looks incredibly familiar, although he can only slightly recall the shape of his full lips and heated eyes, intently fixed on him while he smirks.
“Gaon.” He says nodding once, and Gaon wants to die. This man is Kang Yohan. Fuck. “I would like an espresso.” Gaon nods jerkily and after bowing, retreats quickly, forgetting about trying to hide his obvious limping.
It almost feels like some kind of elaborated prank, that the same man that he coincidentally meet the prior night and with whom he ended up fucking in a bathroom has just showed up at his workplace.
And it’s more than obvious that he is recognized if that teasing smirk was any indication. Should he tell his manager he is suddenly sick and request the day off? No, that’s such a cowardly thing to do.
He will have to face that man in a professional matter. This isn’t a party where they are drunk and bonding over their chosen career. He takes a deep breath, prepares the coffees, and gets back, fake polite smile plastered on his face.
The older man doesn’t seem to want to draw Gaon’s attention particularly, whether because he also wants their thing to remain in the past or for some other reason, well Gaon isn’t sure, and even if he is grateful to be able to do his work with no issues, he kind of feels disappointed.
Looking at him from afar, laughing and acting jovial with the other persons sitting with him suddenly make Gaon feel regret. He wishes he could have been reckless for once and accepted the man’s offer to go with him. They could have gone to a hotel or the man’s place, who knows. Gaon would have enjoy himself like he usually doesn’t and then, maybe ask the guy out for real or something like that. He could be the one sitting with him while drinking coffee and having breakfast, instead of serving him and acting like they don’t know each other.
With as much conviction as he can he tells himself it wasn’t meant to be and pushes the crazy ideas to the back of his head, continues working, and attending all his tables to the best of his ability. He gets very good tips and just when it’s close to be midday, he delivers the tab to the table where Yohan is seated and then clocks out, first shift already over.
He walks to the parking lot of the restaurant and takes a cigarrete out. It’s been a while since he last smoked, more of a bad habit he picked up while in high school, and he actually did promise Soo-Hyun to quit but he really needs an instant relief to the coiled nerves inside his gut.
“You shouldn’t be smoking.” Says someone behind him, and when he turns he sees Yohan leaning on a wall a few steps away from him, hand raised and pointing to the sign with the crossed cigarrete.
“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” He puts out his smoke and sighs, awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, suddenly self-conscious of the ever-present pain in his ass.
The pain he got because he was roughly fucked by the man in front of him. He coughs and grimaces, wanting his head to stop derailing in that direction.
“Hi.” He says after a few seconds in awkward silence. The man smiles at him and takes two purposeful steps towards him.
“Finished with your shift?” he asks, hands patting down the white suit jacket Gaon is using as part of his uniform.
He nods. “I have another at 4PM.” He doesn’t know why he mentioned that last part. It’s not like Yohan asked him.
“And are you heading home then?” he asks, hand still gently placed on top of Gaon’s chest.
“Er, probably.” He shrugs. He usually does go home to eat and take a quick nap.
“Would you like a ride or are you going to say no again?”
Gaon’s eyes widen at the question, surprised.
He doesn’t think twice this time.
“I will take the ride.”
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And oh does Gaon takes that ride, just not like he imagined.
As soon as they got into the man’s white SUV, he was pulled into a deep kiss, and before realizing it, they had scurried to the back and were humping and kissing each other mindlessly like horny teenagers. Gaon is glad the windows are tinted, and the vehicle is parked in a hidden far away spot.
Yohan has taken lube from the globe compartment of his car, and is slowly fucking Gaon with his thick fingers, mindful of the puffy hole still aching by their previous rendezvous.
Gaon doesn’t mind the ache, he evens craves it, just because it is Yohan the one giving it to him so good, his other hand lazily wrapped around Gaon’s hard member, spreading the precum all around the head and ripping moans and whines from Gaon’s lips. His hands tremble while he undoes Yohan’s pants, and he can’t help but groan at the thickness of the cock hidden inside it once he has in it his hands, all hot and twitching.
“Just put it in already.” He begs, trying to raise on his knees to do it himself. Yohan chuckles against his lips, pulling his fingers out from Gaon’s hole with a wet sound and then taking his cock in one hand, positioning it in place for Gaon to sink on it, his head bended awkwardly so he doesn’t bump on the ceiling of the car. His legs shake with the effort to hold himself but the burn he feels on his thighs feels so good, just like the stinging pain in his hole once Yohan’s cock breaches his entrance slowly.
He doesn’t wait more than a few seconds and suddenly he is riding Yohan as quickly as possible for him on his current state, aided by the hold Yohan has on his hips.
The cock inside him twitches like crazy and he can already feel the spurts of precum taint his walls, making him clamp down hard around the thick girth, enjoying how big it feels. He won’t ever tired from feeling Yohan so deep inside him.
His mindless jumping on Yohan’s lap turns to a hard grinding, tired and feeling his legs almost cramp, but wanting to pound his prostate as much as possible. Yohan helps him, taking him from the back of his thighs and moving him up and down along his cock, almost entirely bearing Gaon’s full weight making Gaon feel even hotter if possible.
“Fuck, Y-Yohan.”
The man grunts next to his ear, mouth instantly moving to suck Gaon’s neck again, along his naked collarbone, white shirt unbutton, and black tie undone.
A few more thrusts and Yohan is coming inside Gaon with quick snaps of his hips upwards, filling him so good Gaon can only greedily take it all and come untouched, soiling not only his uniform, but Yohan’s sweater as well. He curses under his breath at the intense pleasure of being so roughly pounded, prostate abused so deliciously, his toes curl inside his black shoes, tight passage tightening even more.
Yohan lets out a content sigh, placing a last kiss on Gaon’s neck and then lays his head back against the car seat, eyes moving sideways to look at his watch.
“Let’s take you home now.” He says in a rough voice, and Gaon downright laughs at that, kissing the man under him deeply in the mouth, hands sliding along his chest until his arms are hugging him by the neck.
“So you can fuck me some more before my next shift?” he asks, swiveling his hips slowly, Yohan’s spent dick still inside him, making Yohan raise an eyebrow at him.
“So you can change, obviously. But whatever happens in between, well…” an innocent smile paints Yohan’s face and Gaon nods.
“I would like that.”
Yohan doesn’t have to tell him twice, Gaon already knows what’s coming next and he is down for it, even if it’s not his usual style to talk or behave this way, this man just turns him all kinds of crazy.
Him and his big dick if he is being honest.