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Already a year in this situationship. All of this, caused by immaturity and selfishness, could be solved in one single talk with open feelings, because it all began with some misunderstanding of both parts. They were spiteful, wicked and wanted everything prompt, clear as light: without sharing and commitment. Of course it would end up in something like this.
Now there were already some web unsurpassed. Taehyun and HueningKai were repulsed by Yeonjun and all his friends, they started to avoid all the blocks he attended at uni and even the cafeteria he worked at. Yeonjun changed his agenda at gym, study groups and stopped talking to the boys that were around Beomgyu. They hated each other. No one could forgive all the underestimation, the swearing, cheating and else. At the beggining, Taehyun helped Beomgyu to do mean things humiliate Yeonjun, like subscribed him into another major and excluded all his final projects of the semester, but it crossed the line of respect to Yeonjun, even after he had slept with Beomgyu's cousin at his aunt's house, so he replied with a submit at the army - which was a troublesome to get out of it -, but none of this made them stop.
Once Beomgyu kissed Yeonjun's ex in front of him, things worsened. It was one of his biggest traumas and he had shared the story with Beomgyu, which suffer a lot when started dating Yeonjun. So, after a great discussion, they end up having rough sex inside the younger borrowed car and got back together.
Althought, things were still unsteady, the lack of respect and toxic kinks, mixed up with freshly trauma made things complicated around them. Anything would turn into a motive to disgust, agression, silence treatmeant and a good roleplay of sex; they were truly unsable and irresponsible.
Few nights ago, Yeonjun end up again making fun about Beomgyu's hobby of playing games online, so made fun of his way to dance as a response, which made him insecure and he ended up sobbing after a bad review of some theater master. When Beomgyu rushed to support him backstage, a girl who had always flirted with him was hugging him and giving kisses on his forehead. When Yeonjun came back to his house that night, he came across with all his furniture covered by pink glitter.
Beomgyu cried with rage and guilt that night. He couldn't stand being cheated another time, not after all the other 12 times in a year, so he decided that it was a good time to go to the club and let the alcohol speak for himself. He knew Yeonjund had his locations in some app they shared, so he got home and chose the sluttiest outfit he could imagine, all his favourite pair of clothes that would bring Yeonjun to his nerves when he'd arrive at the party and see him like this. Probably he would punch some guys face for just looking at Beomgyu and they would be expelled from the night, maybe this would bring some sense back to his hyung and he would notice that he didn't need another bitch in his ass, Beomgyu thought. So, he called Taehyun and HueningKai and tried to convince them to party - but they made all kinds of excuses to just stay inside, away from the same mess of every now and then. HueningKai even offered to give Beomgyu a sleepover and Taehyun told him it could not mean anything, that Yeonjun had his own problems and was potentially sad because of their fight, but it only made him feel worse. He ended the call and got to the fridge, looking for something that could ease his thoughts, so he drank his vodka as he stared at the cake he made congratulating Yeonjun. One month trying to start again for the thousandth time, getting into all kinds of arguments every two days, playing with each other's feelings, but trying to surpass old habits.
He could take off his pants and skirt, change his sleeveless shirt to a pajama, change his boots for slippers and stow his accessories, he hadn't even started his make-up yet and the dorm was filled with purpurine. He could stop.
Although, a notification stopped the tears from his eyes. An audio clearly recorded from afar and sended by an unknown number.
"You know you deserve to be treated much better, right?" The girl said "He does not deserve you."
"Stop, you don't know what you are talking about" Yeonjun cut off.
"What? Is it about? Sex? I bet I could make you a much more pleasant, sexy boy..."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Yeonjun asked with his flirty voice and the audio was cut.
A dry cut that passed through all his body, making him fall apart in the middle of the kitchen. Suddenly the air was out of his lungs and the sobbed came, but without any tears.
He was about to lose his mind, not joking anymore.
After a call to his most unreasbonable friend, they arrived at the club and felt the aura fall above them. Flashing lights everywhere, dried ice floating in the air, the smell of Pod of all flavors, everybody jumping and forgetting their problems. By the sound of Lady Gaga's voice, they get their first drink - probaly around the fifth of the night already - and let the music rush through their veins.
They jumped together, singing along every lyrics, not missing any word and mimicking to each other, truly deepened into the moment. Even as friends, they would make their own choreographies and let the bodies flow with their intimacy. Beomgyu let them roll up together in a way his crotch would meet the other's boy thighs, making him even more excited by the moment. He put on his sunglasses and then started again jumping at the rhythm of the music, not having much notion of his moves, but in a way people reconized him as a horny freshly single person.
In a moment, when he looked for his friend in the sea of people to shout out to Pitbull's songs, he stared at his friend having the time of his life kissing some tall guy by his side, so he just tried to focus on another thing. He swallowed his drink and threw away the bottle, restarting to dance again, but now sensing some eyes in him. By the bunch of lights and the loud volume, he couldn't think straight, so he just wondered if this was already his so-called-boyfriend trying to guide him home, but when he checked his phone there was not a single message. He decided to ignore and just embrace the moment, he shouldn't bother with it.
At the other side of the dance floor, a tall man bit his lower lip. Just a matter of time to approach.
Beomgyu's friend reached to his arm and asked him to go to the bathroom and buy another drink, so he followed. The music playing wasn't good enough to make him hold his pee, so he seized the opportunity. They buy their drinks, get up to smoke a bit and then get back to dancing. It was truly healing to have a time like this, he didn't even notice how much time passed until a buzz in his pants stole his attention.
"What are you doing there, Beoms?" Yeonjun wrote. "Please, whatever Johnny said to you, don't believe it". But it only makes Beomgyu angrier. He didn't come up with a lie, he listened to the audio, he saw them hugged and all the other things she ever tried to do with - his - boyfriend. Worst of all, he lived in his own skin the feeling of being cheated by him, and maybe this was the right time to give back at the same price.
He put away his phone and let the lyrics flow his entire body. His friend started to kiss another man already and he felt left alone, but just after finishing another 300 mL of alcohol made him remember why he was there. He danced shyly at first, but then his favourite song made its own way.
I feel the rush
Addicted to your touch
Troye Sivan would sing at his own ears, and he couldn't help but move his hips. The bpm was just perfect, he could have an orgasm by how excited he was now. Fuck Yeonjun, it didn't matter now. He could make better, find someone that would treat him as he deserves, that could make him feel wanted and pleasure. And just by the thought, he felt a different warmth around him.
"Hey cutie, are you single?" A sexy voice approached.
He turned around to look at the man and a sudden bunch of blood started to make his way down. The boy was way too handsome, not just a sexy voice. He had a sexy smile, a pretty good smell and a big body that could engulf all of his. Beomgyu looked up and down drained by him and looked at the big veiny hands of his, then let the body talk first.
On the second chorus, he was already connecting their bodies with a kiss. First, at the tiptoes to reach his mouth, but soon a hand made its way to his waist and the tall boy leaned closer, deepening the kiss.
Their tongues were hungry, they danced inside their mouths at a high bpm, exploring all it could ever touch. Beomgyu's hands travelled through his hair and his waist was being grip, tilting their heads every now and then, fighting for lead, but only a slipped through his clothes made Beomgyu let him have it.
It was like they couldn't separate their bodies. The man opened space over some people and pressed the shortest body into the wall, opening space to put his knees between the thighs, making Beomgyu melt by the touch. His hands fall to his shoulder, gripping everything he could reach and separating their mouths to breathe some air as he rolls his hips, making him express pleasure by biting his lip.
"Like it, handsome boy?" Beomgyu asked, straightening his body, trying to look unbother.
"Pretty much, you nasty" He laughed, softening their touch in respect.
"Imagine what I could do to you if we got out of here", Beomgyu flirted.
It must be the aura and the alcohol. He never imagined having the courage to ask a guy out of the club, but there he was as he felt another buzz in his pants.
"You don't even know my name, pretty boy" He teases, pulling out some hair off his face and looking at him properly for the first time. So beautiful, especially with swollen lips and flirtful gaze. His dimple was revealed by his smile, his dark circles made his eyes even more sexy and the messy hair made him go crazy already.
"Then tell me your name and your phone number, big one"
His smile widened slowly, making Beomgyu's heart lose the beat. "May I kiss you again? Please?"
Beomgyu hurry to cut the distance between them and give him another deep kiss, going further, letting him take the lead and do whatever he wants. So intense and educated, Beomgyu never knew someone like this in a club.
"Soobin, my name is Soobin," He shouted between the kisses.
After another exchange of saliva, Beomgyu tiptoed again. "So will Soobin take me out of here?"
"Let's go."
And with a grip in his hand, the tall boy opened the space to get to the exit, never losing contact. They reach the cashier and payied their bills as the uber was called. Beomgyu was flushed by the thought of Yeonjun always taking him home drunk. He had never had a car accident, he was always caring and attentious, but never gave up alcohol, so it was an adventure. This guy seemed to be more responsible, so he felt secure following him.
Heyy, so I might have fall for a guy and he will take me home, please look out for me
He sent a message to his friend and made a copy to Taehyun, just to make sure.
"Where are you?" A notification blew up his phone at the same time. Yeonjun again, he was screwed.
Then he remembered the audio and the grip of his phone. He should not come back to someone like him.
"The car has got here, can we go?" Soobin asked in a soft voice.
So he got to him, leaving another kiss in his lips and a grip in his arms - more muscles than he imagined, much more. He couldn't believe he was living the time of his life.
In a quick nap, he was awakened by the guy and was told that they arrived. He felt a little dumb and nothing intelligent by being like this in front of a stranger and suddenly started to question himself if this was going to end up right.
"You slept for an hour, aren't you afraid of me? Like do you have any surviving instinct?" Soobin asked, as he opened the door and they entered the building. It seems a bit more chic than the dorms he, Yeonjun and his friends lived in, but didn't say anything about that.
"I'm afraid not, but all my friends have my locations and my father is a policeman, so if I were you I wouldn't try anything" He shrugged his shoulders and then stretched his arms. "And you, aren't you afraid of inviting a strange home? You don't even know my name." Which made Soobin blush and pay excessive attention to the elevator. "It's Beomgyu, if you will"
"Sorry, I guess I was hypnotized by your kiss, Beomgyu" Soobin tried to flirt.
"Cute."
They both awkwardly waited for the elevator to reach the eighth floor and then walked until they met the 823 apartment. Beomgyu checked the time and saw the 4:03 a.m beside the location he was, the rich neighbourhood by the uni, just a few blocks from his own apartment.
When the door opened, a simple apartment was unlocked. A one room dorm, with a tiny kitchen, a big well made bed, a dark couch in front of a big TV and collections of anime's action figures. Beomgyu laughed at the possibility of going out with a virgin, but then he looked again at the guy and recalled their kiss - he must be the sexiest man he could ever get. He took out his shoes and watched the man throw his jacket at the sofa, then taking away a watch and staring at him.
"Please get comfortable" He said shyly "I'm sorry, I didn't expect taking anyone home today so it is a bit messy"
It could only be a lie, there was almost nothing that seemed out of place. Just a plate on the sink, a pot on the stove, some notebooks on the desk and a book above the bed. It was much more organized than his own apartment, but today wasn't a good day to compare, he was literally having a crisis before going out.
"Do you want to use the bathroom?" Soobin asked, scaring him. He was too occupied looking around that didn't even notice he was gone for a minute "All that beer made me insane, I was almost asking for the uber letting me go out at the road, can't believe that the club is so far away"
Beomgyu smiled, the boy talked too much for someone having a hook up in his front. However, he decided to use the bathroom and clean a bit of make-up, checking his looks. When he came back to the room, the view welcomed with shirtless Soobin slowly drinking water and suddenly the heat grew back again.
"C'me here pretty boy" he demanded, sitting at the bed and crossing his legs, trying to seduce him.
Another dimple smile made its way and he left the bottle at the counter, walking at him as an obedient puppy. He leaned in and kissed Beomgyu in the mouth. Three calm pecks until their heads tilt and he ask for permission to use his tongue. More than anxious, Beomgyu let his left hand travel all the length of his back and scratch it when he felt his bottom lip being bitten.
Soobin slowly led him to lay on the bed, cupping his chin and supporting his body in the sheets. He enjoys the kiss a little bit more and starts to trail kisses by the neck, making Beomgyu pants at the soft touch. He put one hand on the smaller boy's waist and almost moaned at how small it was, being all embraced with just one hand. He was so tiny compared to him, he couldn't imagine how it would feel being inside him.
Beomgyu noticed how he was getting more excited and started to caress his abs, shocked by how defined it was. Much more visible and tactile than he had ever felt. His right hand rose to his chest and it was so big. He reached his nipple and gave him a little stimulation, realising a low groan of Soobin's mouth, who climbed the bed and conquered a space between his thighs again.
"Can I undress you, pretty boy?" He asked, a hungry stare behind his long bangs.
"Thought that you'd never ask" Beomgyu teased, realising his grip and waiting all bratty.
Soobin let his hand travel to the waist beneath the shirt and it was too soft there. He lifted the cloth with too much care that made Beomgyu groan in agony, taking off on his own and reaching for a kiss again. How could he be that patient?
Soobin smiled in the kiss and started to circle his nipple, making him whimper by the touch. Beomgyu was sensitive, but more than he liked to let his partner know what he felt, so he would barely control his emotions. Which made Soobin blushed, hearing his high pitched low volumed moan and feeling his hair tugged at the nape.
"You're so sexy, Beomgyu-ssi." He whispers in his ear and lets out a bit in his earlobe.
After another kiss and a trail to his nipples, he started to suck it up and felt a stronger pull in the hair, but before he could distance their bodies, Beomgyu was forcing him down.
"Please, don't stop it, that's too good" he said between pants.
Soobin let a hand travel the sides of his body, stimulate his other nipple, then grip his waist and his hips. Beomgyu let out a whimper as he returned to kiss, but liked it too, so he reached down to the man's chest to let it feel his skin.
"You sound like a slut, if you allow me" Soobin said, caressing his thigh.
"You can curse at me, today I'm all yours, big boy" Beomgyu reached for another kiss.
Soobin felt as if he was in the clouds and let the boy switch up positions. "Do you want to see how slutty I can get?" He asked starting to roll their hips.
Both Soobin's hands squeeze his but cheeks but a sexier smile appears on his face.
"Will you endure all of it, cutie?" He asked, thrusting up.
"Do you underestimate my abilities? I've rode pretty big dicks, you know?"
Soobin reached out his hand to adjust the boy's hair. "So tiny like this, how could you do it?"
Beomgyu gasped, disbelieved, but liked the teasing. He threw away the skirt he was wearing above his pants, then took those out too, staying only with a pretty pair of white boxers marked by his precum. Soobin moaned by the view and then again when he resumed rolling. Beomgyu leaned to kiss him in the mouth and he let him have the lead this time. He smiled at the thought. Such a big man, obeying all his wants.
Soon enough, his hands travelled to his jeans and he opened the button, followed by the zipper. Soobin raised his hips so he could take off the cloth more easily and enjoy his shock, looking through the fabric.
Beomgyu have never had problems with his lenght, it was pretty much average - not like he had much experience as a top -, had been fucked by different guys with different sizes, even shorter than his, but this was truly something. He knew the guy was tall and he felt a little of it by the dry humping, however, he hadn't taken time to imagine how it would be. It was surely bigger than his own hand, so he started to question how much would hurt to have it inside.
Soobin let out a laugh, used to the reaction. "Do you think you can take it?" He teased.
"Bet?"
Soobin rolled their bodies again, then kissed Beomgyus nape "Let's do it like this so I won't hurt you."
Beomgyu felt his thighs heaten and precum come out of his dick, just by how soft this man was.
After getting a bottle of lube and a condom, he leaned again for more kisses. Beomgyu melted for the touch and let him take off the last piece of cloth he had. First, Soobin pinched his thigh, receiving a slap at his arms in response, then they kissed a little more and Soobin started stroking him.
"Oh my god-" Beomgyu moaned, rolling his eyes as he played with it.
Even the sheets would end this session with bruises 'cause this was something. Soobin separate their mouths to squish the lube in his hand and watched it from afar as his fingers started to massage Beomgyu's rim, whom already could felt a little trembling. Soon enough he entered the first finger, which made Beomgyu groan a little, too stimulated.
"So pretty like this, so pretty for me."
He entered the second finger and started to scissor him, curling his fingers and calmly reaching other sweet spot to the point he couldn't contain all his moans and started to bend over the bed. He entered the third finger and he felt the rolling of lips, leaving some moans of his own. He reached the prostate of Beomgyu again and he rolled up his eyes, already lifted in the clouds, a knot in his belly started to grow.
To ease the moment, Soobin started to stroke his own dick at the same pace he fucked Beomgyu, who tried to help, but just another curl up fingers had his entire body melted again.
"Hurry up or I'll come like this" he said between pants, then whined when he felt the fingers out.
"Guess I'd have to make you come two times then" Soobin whispered in his ear.
His hole clenched in nothing and made him whimper again, but soon Soobin guided the tip inside and they both moaned together. Beomgyu felt insecure about taking it all and just as he read his thoughts, Soobin leaned to a kiss and resumed stroking his own dick until he was relaxed enough to take the rest.
Soobin groaned a little and deeper more, moaning like it was too much for him too.
"You're so thigh, baby, haven't you said you had others like this?" His voice was husky and low, estimulating Beomgyu as a bet, so he lifted his legs to hug his waist and hurried to take it all.
A loud moan of both parts was out and they stayed like this until getting used to the touch. Beomgyu looked up into his eyes and started to roll up slowly. He tugged his hair and consented to the movement, but he had nothing to fear, he was the sweetest. He let a bunch of kisses in his jaw, followed by sucking in his neck until raise the thrust.
It didn't take long until they started to build a rhythm, Beomgyu was impatient and didn't care about not walking easy the next day, he just wanted to pleasure the moment so after babbled the lines of "more" and "faster", Soobin could only obey, they way that all his apartment was being filled by moans and the sound of their bodies meeting in deep and rough thrusts. Beomgyu forgot any shame he could have and just let all the grunts of his chest make its way to his throat and mouth, tangled in Soobin and wishing that piece of latex couldn't retain the cum into his ass.
Speaking of which, it took only a few more thrusts into his prostate and messy strokes to allow him to be completely fondled and undone. The orgasm made him tremble and the moan was the climax to Soobin getting into his. Their brains completely folded by the fog of pleasure and want. Beomgyu couldn't feel his lower body anymore, but his instincts try to convince him to ask to stay knotted.
However, after recovering his breath, Soobin gets out of his hole and quickly takes the condom out, searching for something to wipe them out. The last thing Beomgyu remembers is being lifted to the pillow and covered by a new duvet.
His problems would be postponed to the next day. Even if his supposed boyfriend was spamming with calls and swearing to wait for him in front of the building the next morning.