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Gray hated Wolf, he hated him so fucking much but God, did he feel good.
He didn't know when this whole thing started, he lost count after week three, and he didn't know why he allowed this to happen in the first place. But as he gets pressed up against a dirty wall of some filthy, secluded alleyway, he didn't think that it's important knowing.
Disheveled, purple hair obscured his already unfocused vision as the other mouthed on his neck, slipping a leg between Gray's thin ones as his grip on the male's skinny waist tightens.
"Fuck you,"
Gray says in a pathetic, breathless manner when Wolf's tongue laps at a spot that had pleasure surging through his veins.
Mindlessly, in a needy search for friction, Gray grinds against the firm leg poised tantalizingly against his growing erection.
"Fuck you—", he repeats, breath hitching as his hands reach up to tightly grasp Wolf's broad shoulders for balance.
The taller scoffs, "Says the one humping my leg like a bitch in heat." he borderline growls against the shorter's neck.
Gray roughly tugs at the male's red blazer, the other pulling back for a brief moment to tug it off completely before he resumes to leave marks on the shorter's pale, milky skin. His hands reach up, tugging Gray's tie off before unbuttoning his uniform to reveal more of the skin he'll soon mark as his own.
The gray-haired male bites on his lower lip in an attempt to keep a whimper in when a tongue laps on one of his nipples. "You—fuck—" His head lolls back further against the rough wall, bringing his hand up to roughly tug on Wolf's purple locks.
"Hurts doesn't it?" The taller says after pulling back, replacing his mouth with a hand, twisting and lightly pulling on the other's swollen nipple as he eyes the other's erection straining against his pants. He plants a smirk on his lips.
Gray fought back every urge to punch his face, more focused on getting himself off, hands scratching on the skin of Wolf's neck, leaving behind red marks as his grinding becomes more frantic.
"Rich coming from you—" he lets out a deep breath before continuing, "Bastard, you waited in front of my cram school to drag me here. Were you that desperate?" He snarls, watching the taller's smirk get wider.
"You're the one so desperate to get filled that you willingly let yourself get dragged here, Mamba."
"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look pathetic."
A low chuckle erupts from the back of the taller's throat, "Not denying the obvious Mamba," He taunts, his hand sliding down to rest on Gray's ass, before giving it a squeeze, earning a gasp from the male. "The thought of fucking you dumb like the pretty whore that you are is hard to get rid of."
And just as Gray was about to retort, his lips were suddenly sealed with a kiss. A rough, desperate kiss.
He had no hesitation whatsoever when he kissed back, the movements of his mouth rough, matching the pace of the other male.
Soon enough, a tongue slips in his mouth, seemingly intent on exploring every corner of it, and for a moment, Gray played with the thought of biting it enough till it bleeds, before completely discarding it away. He's not really a big fan of the metallic taste that blood has to offer.
"Lube?" Gray croaks out after pulling away from the male.
"No."
"You didn't bring lube? You waited for me to finish cram school to fuck me and you didn't bring lube?"
His question goes unanswered because the taller, a pain in the ass as always, goes to connect their lips again. This time however, it felt more sensual, less teeth and aggressiveness were involved and for a fleeting moment, Gray faintly felt a feeling rupturing in his lower abdomen, faint enough for him to pretend not to notice it.
And suddenly, his legs wrap around Wolf's torso as the male tilts his head to the side to impossibly kiss Gray deeper, seeming like he wanted to leave an imprint on the male's mouth. It felt a little too passionate coming from an asshole who just wanted to meet and fuck.
When the taller pulls back to catch his breath, his face was flushed, even more so than before. A string of saliva connected their lips as their gazes met, burning holes into each other's eyes as neither of their orbs left each other.
And then Wolf's big, calloused hand was suddenly on his face, softly caressing his cheeks like he was some sort of a fragile ornament, like he was made out of brittle porcelain. The action made Gray felt like as if he had just swallowed embers, his throat burns with a desire.
A thumb moves to swipe over Gray's wet bottom lip, ruining what's left of the shorter's already tattered composure.
He whines, high and needy. The sound caught the other off guard, and a spark of lust was seen in his eyes, this time however, with renewed intensity that Gray had never seen before.
"Please—" He breathes out, throwing away whatever dignity he had in him as he flicks his gaze downwards, his face burning in embarrassment.
"Please what?"
This little shit.
"Please," He rocks his hips forward, looking up to meet the taller's eyes and with annoyed desperation, he swallows his pride. "Fuck me dumb like how you promised me earlier, mutt."
With a grunt, Wolf wraps a hand around Gray's cock (the shorter had not even noticed that his member was set free from the confines of his pants, he wasn't sure when Wolf did it but he didn't think it was important to know), the shorter flinches with a gasp as he thumbs the head, swiping the precum and using it as lubricant, his hands moving up and down the male's cock, and Gray fights the urge to buck his hips upward.
"Whore." Wolf rasps out, removing his hand from Gray's dick (much to the other's dismay), before spitting on it.
He uses his free hand to pull the male's pants and boxers even further down before he reaches his wet, spit-coated hand behind the shorter, pressing his finger against the male's rim before pushing in, earning a moan from the other.
He thrusts it in and out for a while before he pushes another one in without a warning, and Gray hisses out of both pain and pleasure.
"Fuck, like that," Gray breathes out, the taller's hot breath felt between the crook of his neck.
His strong, calloused fingers worked relentlessly, drenched in his lubricant.
"Yeah, here? You like it when someone touches this part?," Wolf's voice is somewhat teasing, but there's an evident hint of lust.
Gray just nodded, rocking onto his fingers slightly.
"Fuck, Seongje." He drawls out a moan when the fingers inside him curl, ignoring at how intently Wolf stared at him.
"Shit, I don't wanna cum with your hand—" He doesn't miss the way that Wolf smiled, amused.
"Fuck me." He grabs the male's collar, tugging on it. "Fuck me, Seongje— I want your dick– I want—"
Wolf obliges, pulling his fingers out and using one hand to unbutton his trousers, pulling it down along with his boxers, cold air hitting his dick.
"Like what you see?," he asks, scoff settling deep in his throat as his eyes lower to Gray's form.
"Shut the fuck up," the shorter remarks, hands gathering at the taller's firm shoulders, mentally preparing himself as he watches Wolf align his cock to his entrance. "I'd hate you less if it weren't for your irritating mouth."
"You love it." He retorts before pushing in, slowly.
And good God.
Wolf had to shut his eyes for a moment, a low moan rumbles against his throat as he was trying to decipher the sensation he's feeling right now.
His cock was engulfed in a mind-numbing tightness and heat, and the sight before him wasn't helping either.
Gray had flushed cheeks and teary eyes, his mouth was slightly agape and fuck, he didn't know what he did to deserve the privilege of fucking the Gray Yeon.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you."
He almost feels dizzy when he fully settles in, moaning along with Gray when he experimentally rocks his hips forward.
"God, you feel so fucking good."
And then he thrusts in, hard.
He lets out a groan as Gray lets out a pretty, high pitched moan.
"Shit." He pulls out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside the male before he thrusts again. "You're taking my dick like a fucking slut."
Gray, with unfocused eyes, absentmindedly reaches out to claw on Wolf's face, before embracing him in a desire-filled kiss.
Their tongues roll around one another, occasional sucking followed, and deep grumbles from both of their throats were heard as Wolf hits Gray's favourite spot.
The shorter tangles his fingers into the purple-haired male's locks and tugs him off his lips, making their eyes meet.
Wolf leans closer, his forehead pressing against Gray's own, and the shorter moves a hand up to cup the male's cheek.
When the taller leaned into the touch, Gray feels like as if his insides were set on fire. Like a ray of sunlight melting away the cold that had congealed somewhere in his gut. His throat tightens, he couldn't look away.
Wolf catches the look on Gray's eyes, and he stops breathing for a moment.
Despite all that calm and somewhat cold facade, there was an underlying and inexplicable brittleness beneath those eyes.
His throat runs dry.
'He looks quite.....' He didn’t want to finish the thought.
A rapturous feeling blooms across his chest.
A feeling that erupted like an earthquake.
And only then, did he realize that there was no hope for him anymore.
"Gorgeous."
He lets the word slip out, and it was absolutely worth it.
Gray's face blooms an even darker shade of red, and as the taller picks up the pace of his thrusts, so did the volume of their moans.
He tries to push the warmth present on his face down, desperately, even when he knows that it's too late, far too late for that.
And as Wolf leans in to capture Gray's lips in one, last, searing kiss, he completely lets himself go.
And at that moment, Wolf feels his attraction turn into something more, he feels it turning into something big.
The three words he might never even say.
Wolf Keum, an adrenaline-hungry psychopath, falls in love during a quick fuck in some grimy alleyway, and with the guy that had once split his head open with a pot, no less.
"Feels fucking good." Gray mumbles against his lips, tightening around Wolf. "Feels so fucking good when you do that."
Gray's like putty in his hands, his eyes fixated on where he connects, his moans becoming louder. Once his chest had been battered–marked, should we say – his hands reach towards Gray's thin neck, grip already tightening in an animalistic nature. His eyes simply roll back, choked moans being released.
Wolf watches in a bliss as the male rolls his head back, saliva dripping down to his chin as he releases all over himself with a cry.
The taller sputters for a moment before resuming, hips stuttering as he continues to fuck into the already spent-out male against the wall.
Soon enough, he releases with a groan, painting Gray's insides white as the other male cries out in pleasure.
They stay there for a while, catching their breaths before Wolf pulls out, watching as his seed drips out of Gray's hole, having to quickly avert his gaze to the wall with a faint blush.
He doesn't say anything when he helps Gray up. He doesn't say anything when the male's knees lightly buckle. And he doesn't say anything even when they both walked side by side out of the secluded alleyway, both knowing that a passerby or two had definitely heard them.
Gray hears an echo of dread twist beneath the clouds of the already vanishing desperation when Wolf stays quiet the entire time, seemingly lost in thought. It was so unlike him.
But Gray's apprehension was quickly cut short when Wolf abruptly stops, then whips towards him, handing the confused male his phone.
"Your number?"
Gray purses his lips in an attempt to hide a smile, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he types his number down before giving back the phone to Wolf.
And Wolf doesn't say anything when he tilted the male's chin upwards and kissed him softly on the lips before wordlessly walking away.