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“If you change your mind, just tell me.”
“I know.”
“I’m serious, hyung. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Han-Seo. Just keep going.”
In Han-Seo’s defense, Vincenzo hasn’t been certain about his feelings leading up to now. Regardless of how badly he wants this, he’s not about to try and pressure Vincenzo into anything. And yeah, this may have been the guy’s own suggestion, but he’s got every right to back out if he changes his mind about it.
It’s an interesting story, actually. Over the course of the few days prior to now they have both been toying with the idea all because Vincenzo brought up his encounter with Min-Seong. Vincenzo had been adamant that he wasn’t interested in the guy in that sort of way, but also that he felt as if it may have opened the door to what he had not-so-affectionately referred to as confusion.
On the first day, he had insisted that while he would never be interested in sleeping with Min-Seong specifically, he had slipped into the role quite easily, to the point that being with another man had actually felt natural to him. He had made such observations to Han-Seo as ‘big hands feel alright in my own', and ‘I started to realize I wouldn’t have minded if I had needed to embrace or kiss him—for show, of course.’
However, he had also noted in the same breath that he still wasn’t sure if that had been solely because he had been so absorbed in the role he was playing or part of something bigger. Frankly, Han-Seo hadn’t really taken the time to think too much about it, because he was too busy being shocked that Vincenzo would open up to him about something so personal in the first place. He’d never struck Han-Seo as one to pay much attention to his own feelings.
On the second day, Vincenzo had asked Han-Seo if he had ever been with a man before. The answer was yes. Han-Seo had never been in an actual relationship with another man in the past, but he had always been a man with sexual needs, and those happened to be directed at other men. In the past, it hadn’t been uncommon for him to seek out solace from his hell in the Jang family by way of slipping into a stranger’s bed for the night. He had never given them more than that night, but it was enough to know what he wanted when it came to intimacy.
Han-Seo had been honest about that with Vincenzo. His sense of confusion about his own preferences was somewhat adorable, and Han-Seo hadn’t been able to keep his thoughts to himself.
“If it’ll help…we can try a few things so you can see for yourself how you feel.”
He had immediately been apologetic of his words, and the long period of awkwardness that had followed had lived in the very pit of his stomach and made him miserable with regret, but by the end of the night, he and Vincenzo had simply resolved to wash the discussion away with enough beer to knock them both out and gone off to sleep.
On the third day, it was frankly a surprise that Vincenzo had invited Han-Seo back over, and even more of one when he had announced that he would like to take Han-Seo up on the offer.
Here’s the thing: Han-Seo is absolutely, beyond any shadow of a doubt, without question, head over heels in love with Vincenzo Cassano. Getting to kiss him or hold him, let alone sleep with him, is like living a dream. It’s something that has always seemed too far away, and something he has swallowed and stifled in favor of getting to be with him as a friend. Being around him and feeling at ease has always taken precedence over any amount of physical desire.
He had surprised himself with the onslaught of questions that had followed. What if this made things weird between them? What if Vincenzo didn’t like it? What if he did? Han-Seo had still heavily doubted he would get that love story ending he wanted, so he hadn’t dared to ask what would happen if this resulted in something more.
Vincenzo had been adamant, however. “You’re helping me as a friend,” he had insisted, and the simple fact that he wasn’t dodging the questions altogether told Han-Seo he was serious about it. “I won’t see it any differently.”
In the end, it had been Han-Seo who had toiled over the concept. Despite having suggested it on that second night, he knew what his feelings were, and Vincenzo had made it clear that his own wouldn’t change. This would be nothing more than a man exploring his sexuality with someone he trusted.
Which has them where they are right now. The two have opted to get a hotel room. There’s no way they can do this at Han-Seo’s place, and there’s no telling when Ms. Hong might show up at Vincenzo’s apartment. Neither of them wish to scar her with that image.
The room is nice, though. They both have plenty of money for something comfortable, and the not-too-bright lighting in the main area puts Han-Seo at ease. A quick glance at Vincenzo tells him it’s doing the same for him.
So…this is how they start, right?
Han-Seo tosses the lube and condom he’d brought onto the mattress nearby and moves to stand in front of Vincenzo. There’s a definite awkwardness in the air, but he doesn’t get the feeling that it’s because this shouldn’t be happening. Vincenzo seems pretty sure of himself—he’s just never been in this situation before.
That in mind, Han-Seo moves slowly, giving him plenty of time to react if he finds it’s not something he’s interested in. He raises a hand to Vincenzo’s chest, running his flat palm up along it to his collarbone. He’s sure Vincenzo can see him studying his face for some sign of discomfort.
When he doesn’t see any, he leans in and just barely brushes his lips against Vincenzo’s. It’s a ghost of a kiss, laced heavily with patience and care. He’s giving Vincenzo the chance to respond, and when the other man does, it genuinely surprises him.
What’s not surprising is how well Vincenzo kisses. Han-Seo has to resist the urge to melt into that hand cupping the side of his face, with that sure-yet-gentle grip, as Vincenzo’s lips part and he tips his head into the kiss. It’s slow and sweet, and Han-Seo can taste the faint tinge of red wine on his tongue. Naturally so, too, as they had shared drinks before acting on their plans for the evening.
They’re both plenty engulfed in the kiss that Han-Seo thinks it’s okay to make his next move. He curls one arm around Vincenzo’s waist and pulls their bodies closer together. It’s instantly warmer, and they’re pressed flush against one another. Vincenzo seems to respond in kind to it, as his grip on Han-Seo’s face stammers and shifts to the back of his head. It’s a silent request for more, and Han-Seo takes initiative.
He guides Vincenzo backward toward the bed, clear until he has the other man backed up against the edge, and finally breaks off the kiss. His gaze shifts to Vincenzo’s chest, where he can’t resist the urge to smile. The temptation to confess his feelings sits at the tip of his tongue, but he just knows it will come off as pressure for this to be something more than just sex if he says it right now.
Instead, he pushes Vincenzo’s jacket off his shoulders and works open his tie. His fingers seek out the buttons of his dress shirt, and as he unbuttons them, he steals another kiss. This one is more purposeful, and Vincenzo responds almost immediately.
And then something shifts. Han-Seo doesn’t know which part of left field it emerged from, but that kiss seems to be the catalyst to something much bigger. Vincenzo is kissing back almost heatedly, before he reaches down and bats Han-Seo’s hands away. He works open his own shirt and then reaches out to do the same for Han-Seo.
“Hyung…” Han-Seo can’t help the small, borderline giggle that escapes him against Vincenzo’s lips at the sudden eagerness. “Tell me what you’re thinking. You’re really hard to read.”
Vincenzo breaks off the kiss and helps Han-Seo out of his shirt, and Han-Seo notices the way his eyes seem to linger on his bare chest. His tongue darts out and drags along the tiny gap between his lips, before he nods his head in silent acknowledgment of something. “I like kissing you. No need to take your time with me.”
“I kind of like taking my time with you,” Han-Seo jabs back, his tone playful, even though he genuinely wouldn’t have minded letting this night drag on for as long as possible. However, he’s here to test the waters with Vincenzo—not to live out his own personal fantasy—so he does as he’s told.
“I won’t leave any marks,” he promises as he tips his head and seeks out the side of Vincenzo’s neck. He closes his lips over the spot just below Vincenzo’s jaw and sucks just barely against the skin there. It’s a personal victory when he feels the way the other man shudders against him, those hands moving to fumble with Han-Seo’s belt. He likes how Vincenzo yanks their bodies together with his hold on that belt and rewards him by kissing down along the man’s neck to the crook of it, where he flattens his tongue out against the skin and then continues sucking.
Vincenzo is normally such a quiet, borderline uptight man. It’s a shock to hear the way his breath catches in his throat at that feeling. Han-Seo likes how his hands grow almost frantic with impatience, and with their bodies pressed together this closely, he can definitely feel the pronounced arousal tenting the front of his pants.
You know what? Maybe it’s not such a bad idea to live out one greedy thought…
Han-Seo backs away, meeting Vincenzo’s gaze in a way that’s meant to reassure him that he’s not stopping. He drops down to his knees, eyes never once leaving Vincenzo’s, as he opens his belt and unzips his pants. Vincenzo is quick on the uptake, and after only some hesitation, he pushes his pants down until they fall around his ankles.
Han-Seo briefly wonders if Vincenzo feels exposed right now. He’s normally such a refined man that moments like this seem like the ones that would make him nervous. But Vincenzo doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered, and as Han-Seo draws his attention to the outline of the man’s erection in his briefs, he has a feeling the expression displays more impatience than discomfort.
That in mind, he gets to work.
Han-Seo has feelings for Vincenzo. Very strong romantic feelings. He’s thought about what it might feel like to lie down in bed with the man, and how soft he might look with them facing one another and talking together right before falling asleep. He’s wondered if Vincenzo is the kind of lover who kisses and whispers sweet nothings, or a more physical being. The thought of curling his arms around Vincenzo from behind while they sleep makes him feel more relaxed than most things he can come up with in his imagination.
And he has definitely thought about moments like this. Vincenzo’s cock in his mouth and his hand in his hair. The way that calm demeanor might shift into something a little more unhinged…how he might sound in the throes of pleasure. What it might be like to be the one giving him those moments.
He just never imagined it would be something he got to experience for himself.
He leans in close and noses at the outline of Vincenzo’s arousal, before his mouth falls open and he closes his lips around the shape pronounced through his underwear. He can feel the way Vincenzo’s cock twitches with interest, and this sends a spark of interest straight down between his own legs.
He feels Vincenzo’s hands move to his hair, his fingers lacing through the strands, and the subtle pelvic thrust forward. Vincenzo wants more, but he can’t bring himself to ask.
So Han-Seo delivers. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Vincenzo’s briefs and tugs them down, and then gives himself a moment to admire the sight waiting for him. Vincenzo is so hard already, which gives Han-Seo the impression that his bisexual confusion may not be quite as confusing as he seems to think it is.
Either way, he takes hold of the base of Vincenzo’s cock and leans in to run his tongue along the underside. At the tip, he sucks the head into his mouth and peers up at Vincenzo, who is watching him with utmost interest. He looks adorable like that, really, with his cheeks just the slightest shade of pink and his eyes transfixed on what Han-Seo is doing. He wants to see that mouth fall open and those eyes fall shut. He wants to hear Vincenzo responding to everything he’s doing.
He leans in further, taking as much of him in as he can, and he savors the way Vincenzo feels in his mouth. His tongue swirls along the skin, and when he bobs back up to the tip, he sucks along the way. He teases at the head of Vincenzo’s cock with his tongue and peers up again.
Vincenzo isn’t speaking, but Han-Seo thinks he sees a little more redness in his cheeks, so he keeps going. Soon enough, he’s set up a rhythm, bobbing up and down, his lips and tongue both playing a role in every little movement. His fingers stroke what he can’t reach, and he knows for a fact that he can feel Vincenzo reach full hardness as he moves.
It doesn’t take long for Han-Seo to get what he was hoping for. Vincenzo’s grip on his hair isn’t rough, but it’s desperate and his fingers stammer somewhat in their hold. He’s definitely trying to control his breathing, but with each time Han-Seo sucks him in, he can hear the man becoming less and less composed.
Soon enough, Vincenzo is outright panting, and Han-Seo doesn’t have to look up to know that his mouth is hanging wide open. His hips stammer forward, making it obvious he’s resisting the urge to buck into Han-Seo’s mouth. He must be getting close.
Han-Seo takes advantage, moving his hand aside and bearing down all the way. It’s a little more than he can stand, and his eyes water as he fights down a gag, but apparently, it’s all Vincenzo needs, because as he comes back up, he feels the heat and tastes the salty tang of Vincenzo’s release on his tongue and running down his throat. He gives the man a chance to ride out his orgasm, and then sits back and swallows.
Vincenzo looks like he could tumble to the ground any minute. He releases Han-Seo’s hair, letting him stand up, and then their eyes meet again. His gaze is hazy, ridden with afterglow, as he works to try and regain his breathing. At first, he’s staring right into Han-Seo’s eyes, but after taking a second to compose himself, he gestures down to the hardness pressing against Han-Seo’s own pants.
“Your turn.”
Han-Seo bites back a moan. The thought of Vincenzo on his knees with his mouth on his cock is definitely something he wouldn’t mind being able to witness, but he has something entirely different in mind. And now that he’s getting to see a post-orgasm Vincenzo, he’s beyond turned on. He’s never wanted to fuck someone as badly as he does right now.
“Actually, hyung, I have a better idea. Why don’t you lie down on the bed?”
Neither of them knew going into this just what they were going to do. Han-Seo had been cautious enough to bring the necessary items for them to try whatever Vincenzo deemed necessary, but the implications of his words do take a second to sink in. And when they do sink in, Han-Seo can tell.
A part of him is ready for Vincenzo to turn him down, and he totally gets it. Even knowing fully what his sexuality was, his first time letting a man inside him had been nerve-wracking. It’s one thing being the one doing the fucking, but Vincenzo doesn’t handle vulnerability well, and being in this position makes him quite vulnerable.
So it’s safe to say that Han-Seo is genuinely flattered when Vincenzo obeys his request. It’s obvious he trusts him completely, and had they not been in the middle of a moment like this one, Han-Seo might have taken a second to be a bit emotional about it.
For now, though, he watches as Vincenzo kicks his shoes, pants, and underwear off and sits back on the bed. Han-Seo nods his head, before he reaches for the lube. “It’ll be easier for you on your hands and knees,” he promises as he squeezes some of the lube out onto his fingers.
In a moment like this, Vincenzo is surprisingly compliant. Han-Seo wonders if it’s because he wants more, or because he wants to learn more. It makes him curious to know if Vincenzo expects his next homoerotic experience to involve him being the giver or the receiver. For now, though, Vincenzo does as he’s told.
He almost doesn’t look like the same Vincenzo Han-Seo spent so long being afraid of and then crushing on. He’s probably never imagined he would be in this position, so it’s flattering that he trusts Han-Seo to put him in it. It’s a discussion he may have to have with him later.
For now, he uses his empty hand to work open his own pants and shoves them down, underwear and all. Once he’s just as naked as Vincenzo is, he moves closer to the edge of the bed. He can’t stop himself from running his hand along the man’s back, enjoying the feeling of the taut muscles at his shoulder blades and the dip of his spine. Eventually, though, he settles his hand on one of Vincenzo’s hips and moves his slicked-up fingers between the cleft of Vincenzo’s ass.
Vincenzo tenses when Han-Seo circles at his entrance, and Han-Seo stops what he’s doing right away. He waits clear until Vincenzo turns around and shoots him an impatient look.
“What’re you waiting for?” Vincenzo questions, and Han-Seo has to resist yet another laugh. He’s not sure what made Vincenzo tense up like he did, but he does as he’s told and carefully pushes a finger inside.
To be honest, Han-Seo never bothered much with preparation in his previous hookups. There was definitely lube, and it was necessary to do at least some, but his mind was never quite on this part. It was always about getting to the heat swallowing his cock and fucking his way into momentary bliss.
But this is Vincenzo. Vincenzo, who he wants to give a genuinely good first sexual experience with another man. This is the same man who plays hockey with him, and who he can talk to during dinners and nights out drinking without feeling nervous. This is the man he adores so much that it absolutely hurts, and even the preparatory fingering session that comes before the real thing feels like something Han-Seo wants to spend ample time on.
Vincenzo adjusts to the initial finger easily enough, though, so Han-Seo carefully pushes in a second one. He’s pleasantly surprised by the way Vincenzo bears backward onto those fingers, and he wonders if it’s impatience or just the sheer desire to feel what’s coming next. Curiously, Han-Seo leans forward and curls an arm around his waist, dipping his fingers down low and taking the man’s cock into his hand. He’s long-since gone soft from his previous orgasm, but as Han-Seo pumps slowly at him in time with the thrusts of his fingers, he can feel that arousal twitching back to life, little by little.
“Hyung…” He praises, dipping down to press a kiss to the middle of Vincenzo’s spine. He knows exactly what he wants to say, but the words die in his throat. He’s almost afraid of how uncouth they might sound, or if they might imply those feelings he’s been trying so desperately to keep to himself. So instead, he kisses that skin again.
But Vincenzo knows. The two have spent enough time together at this point that he already knows that isn’t all that Han-Seo wants to tell him. He bears down on those fingers again, shooting Han-Seo another glance over his shoulder.
“Something’s on your mind,” he observes bluntly. “Go ahead and say it.”
He hasn’t always been the same refined man around Vincenzo that he’s expected to be. Not even when it comes to romantic feelings, Vincenzo is the one person that Han-Seo feels like he can breathe and be human around. But even so, he’s hesitant.
“Come on…” Vincenzo growls, his voice on just the right side of breathy, and Han-Seo isn’t certain whether he’s asking for him to hurry or still demanding for him to talk.
He curls his fingers down and instead draws a pleased grunt from Vincenzo. He feels that cock throb to life in his hand, hardening more fully with a series of twitches. Another brush against his prostate damn near makes him moan, but Han-Seo hears him choke it down and instead reduce it to something between a whimper and a growl. He hears the shuffle of Vincenzo’s fingers knotting into fists around the bedsheets, and his back arches.
“Say it, already,” Vincenzo demands, his mouth falling open. Han-Seo strokes upward on his cock and feels the bead of pre-come forming at the tip. He bites his own lip hard just thinking about what’s to come.
“Are you ready for me to keep going?” Han-Seo questions, releasing his cock in favor of seeking out the condom he’d tossed on the mattress. An effective postponement of his words, if he does say so himself.
“Y…Yeah,” Vincenzo replies, nodding his head. His face and ears are tinted pink by now, his mouth hanging open. Han-Seo notices that his eyes have fallen shut as he dips his head down and waits.
That’s all the encouragement Han-Seo needs, quite honestly. He withdraws his fingers and opens the condom, rolling it out onto himself, before he grabs the lube and squeezes a small amount out. Once he’s finished coating his cock with it, he urges Vincenzo higher up onto the mattress and climbs onto his knees on the bed.
“Oh, and hyung?”
“What is it?” Vincenzo’s voice is deeper than usual, heavy with his second round of arousal.
“What I was saying earlier…it’s not that big of a deal. I was just going to tell you how I couldn’t wait to feel you from the inside.”
He and Vincenzo moan in unison as he pushes the tip of his cock inside. He isn’t sure if it’s because of what he said or because of his actions, but he decides almost instantly that the sound of Vincenzo Cassano outright moaning in the middle of sex is something he won’t be forgetting any time soon. It’ll probably live in his dreams, to be quite honest.
As he works his way in all the way to the hilt, he places both hands on Vincenzo’s thighs, pulling him back against him. Vincenzo pants heavily, and Han-Seo gives him a moment to adjust.
It surprises him when Vincenzo is the first to start moving. Han-Seo sees the way he spreads his legs a bit, and he has to stifle a moan at the way he rocks his hips forward, and then backward. His breathing is shaky as he starts up a pace, and grows even more so as Han-Seo joins him.
It’s been a while since Han-Seo’s last hookup, and he can tell. The heat that surrounds him is accompanied by a friction so intense that it’s making it hard to focus. Vincenzo’s persistent movements make it even more of a challenge. But he somehow manages to find a pace, meeting the way Vincenzo rocks back onto him with his own forward thrusts.
Han-Seo sits back there, pulling Vincenzo into his lap, and curls an arm around his frame. He’s yet again surprised by the way Vincenzo brings both hands back to his thighs and settles into the position well. It’s almost like it’s natural to him.
The way he feels pressed against Han-Seo’s chest is almost overwhelming. Their bodies are both running at a million degrees, and yet the warmth of their skin-to-skin contact is perfect. Han-Seo can’t stop himself from kissing along the back of Vincenzo’s shoulder as they move, one hand gripping at Vincenzo’s inner thigh as he fucks up into him.
Vincenzo doesn’t speak at this point, but his response doesn’t come in the form of words. It’s the eagerness with which he bounces freely on Han-Seo’s cock and the deep, breathy borderline moans spilling from his lips with every thrust. This angle is probably making him see stars, too.
Han-Seo knows he’s right when Vincenzo’s body clenches tightly around him and another low moan escapes his lips. His thrusts grow more desperate and his hands seem to be seeking out something more sturdy to hold onto. In the end, he doubles forward and plants them on the headboard, gripping tightly with hands that Han-Seo can see from here are trembling.
“I need…Han-Seo, come on…” His words don’t make much sense, but Han-Seo thinks he knows exactly what he’s talking about. That in mind, he places a hand on Vincenzo’s back as he sits back up on his knees, pushing him down somewhat. He guides himself back into Vincenzo’s body, angles his hips, and thrusts hard down into him.
Yep, there it is. Another loud moan tells Han-Seo he’s done exactly what Vincenzo wanted him to do. And damn, does fucking him this roughly ever feel good. Before he can even try and control himself, every thrust is like that—rough and hungry and enough to make the headboard smack against the wall.
At this point, Han-Seo knows they’re both close. Vincenzo is reduced to nothing more than a series of grunts and moans and curses, and Han-Seo thinks that his vision might go black at this rate. He’s snapping his hips forward relentlessly, and then he’s slamming them forward, and then he’s coming hard while his pace becomes erratic and uncontrolled.
He just knows he’s moaning Vincenzo’s name as he rides out his orgasm, but he doesn’t stop there. He wants to feel it—he wants Vincenzo to come while he’s fucking him. He slides an arm around him again, stroking shamelessly in time with his movements, and it’s not long before Vincenzo is moaning out his second orgasm of the evening, his body impossibly tight around Han-Seo the entire time through.
And then the bed stops moving, and Han-Seo drops his shaky hand from Vincenzo’s cock. Their breathing is heavy even as he manages to pull out and dispose of the condom. He’s downright gasping for breath as he sits back, and Vincenzo is still on his knees, doubled over onto his elbows as he tries to come down from his high.
When he finally does, he’s as bleary-eyed as Han-Seo himself feels. He looks like he could collapse any minute, so Han-Seo gently urges him over until he’s lying on his side on the bed. “Stay right there, okay?”’
His legs shake violently as he gets to his feet, but he still finds his way into the restroom for a washcloth. He takes a moment to clean himself up, and then starts into the room, where Vincenzo is now waiting on his back on the bed, the comforter tossed aside. Han-Seo climbs onto the bed, another wash cloth in hand, and drops down to lie down next to him. He dabs at the man’s forehead and cheeks with the cloth, silently enjoying the pleasant sigh Vincenzo lets out as he does so.
“So…what do you think?”
Vincenzo’s breathing is still a bit labored, but he seems to be catching up. He chuckles a bit, turning to regard Han-Seo. “Are you going to make me say it? I think my actions speak more than my words would.”
Han-Seo laughs in response to that, and he just knows his smile brims from ear to ear in the current moment. “I’ll take that as a good thing, then.”
“Though…” Vincenzo adds, his tone pensive. “You didn’t let me do some things that I’d still like to try. Maybe one day, I suppose.”
Han-Seo can’t hide the look of genuine surprise on his face. “With me, you mean?”
“Who else?” The no-nonsense edge to his voice is partly cancelled out by the tiny hint of a smile on his lips. “You’re a good teacher, you know.”
Han-Seo isn’t certain whether what happened gave Vincenzo the understanding he really needs of his own sexuality or not, but he also knows that he’s got nothing but time to figure it out. And Han-Seo knows without a doubt that he’s going to be by Vincenzo’s side regardless of what happens, so he’ll help every step of the way.
He has to remind himself that this isn’t a promise of anything. It’s tempting to turn over and steal another kiss, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lets his eyes fall shut as he enjoys the peace and quiet of the hotel room and the warmth of the body lying next to him.
Which is why it surprises him when Vincenzo pulls the sheets over them both and turns over to lay an arm out over his waist.
He’s not sure if it’s just because of how comfortable they are, or something more, but he definitely brings his hand down to rest it atop Vincenzo’s forearm. He also definitely nuzzles at the top of the man’s hair.
It’s almost like all the crazy things going on outside of tonight aren’t even happening. And perhaps that’s why Vincenzo is just as comfortable like this as Han-Seo is right now.
He smiles, muttering a quick goodnight wish, and they both know that they’re too tired to get up and deal with the lights.