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There was a certain time of the day that Yuta absolutely loved.

And that was the morning.

Specifically, the morning ride down the elevator.

Ever since the new neighbor moved into his apartment complex, the floor right above his, life had been just a tad bit better.

Especially since his new neighbor was the hottest guy Yuta had ever seen in his life!

For the past two months, the elevator ride from the 5th floor to the lobby was filled with a giddy tension that always left Yuta craving more. Sometimes Yuta would mentally smack himself for drooling over a suited up corporate man who at times didn't even seem interested in the world around him.

Until one day, Yuta caught him looking.

"Did you see your mans, who doesn't know he's your mans yet, today?" Ten teasingly asked with a light chuckle, cleaning and preparing his station for the day.

Yuta sighed, rolling his eyes as he debated on throwing a pen at his cat eyed friend and coworker.

"Of course I did. I always see him. He never takes a day off, my poor hardworking husband."

Ten blanched, looking over his shoulder to cringe at his red headed friend. "Seriously? Elevator guy got updated that quickly? You haven't even talked to him."

Yuta rolled his eyes once more. "I don't have to talk to him to know that he's the one I one day will marry...and have lots of kitties with!" He sighed dreamily, already daydreaming about living together and getting at least 3 cats.

He just hopes he isn't allergic. That would definitely ruin future plans.

"Are we talking about Elevator guy?" Taeyong walked in on the middle of the conversation, door lightly chiming and closing behind him, carrying a cup holder with their coffee orders and a bag of pastries from the bakery shop just across the street. 

Yuta stepped out from behind the guest counter and helped his boss, giddily grabbing the bag of pastries and coffees as Taeyong went to his own station to set up for the day.

"Yes. Your crazy ass friend is already creating wedding invitations. He doesn't even know his name! Tell him he's being delusional. And not the funny kind." Ten raised his hands up in disbelief as he directed them to point to the red head, trying to get Taeyong to see how far Yuta had fallen.

As Taeyong set down his bag and slowly puttered around the shop to set things up, he looked over to the culprit with questioning eyes, not as nearly awake as he seemed to be. He opened his mouth before closing it again, narrowing his eyes.

"Will there be cake at your wedding?"

"Of course! I'm not a devil." Yuta smiled brightly.

"Hyung!" Ten shouted, not believing what he was hearing.

Taeyong nodded, pursing his lips in thought. "Then I approve. Just tell me when your dress or suit fitting is so I can join you."

"HYUNG!" Ten looked like he wanted to strangle them both, Yuta happily giggling at his friends' opposite reactions.

"Oh c'mon Tennie, let the boy dream about his wedding. You never know, maybe Elevator guy secretly does like him back. We would know...if Yuta ever grew the balls to talk to him."

Taeyong immediately ducked out of the way as a pen was flung at his head with dead accuracy, a mean and loud laugh leaving him.

Yuta pouted before rummaging in the pastry bag and pulling out his cherry tart turnover, flicking off the high-fiveing dickheads he called friends.

Idiots, he thought with a last roll of his eyes.

The next morning, Yuta stepped out into the hallway in his regular garb.

His hair was pulled into a small bun atop his head, black pins keeping it in place with full bangs falling over his forehead and eyes. His large eyes were masked in his everyday black eyeliner with added tiny red gemstones decorating his upper cheeks. He had raided his overflowing closet with as much grace as he could and threw on a long sleeve fishnet crop, the shortest white cropped top pulled over with black outlined angel wings on the front, low hanging black denim jeans with his underwear band peaking out, and his regular black thick soled boots.

His ears were pierced to hell with small silver earrings, some dangling some not. A black choker and several silver chains decorated his neck and different designed rings covered his fingers in a beautiful display over his black painted fingernails. And of course he couldn't forget his flashy dangling navel piercing, courtesy of Taeyong. 

Overall, it was one of his everyday regular outfits that he headed to work to.

While he waited for the elevator to make its descent to his floor, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out as he adjusted his work bag over his shoulder, peeping Ten's contact on the screen. He quickly swiped on the message and fondly rolled his eyes at the text.

Tennie 🐈‍⬛🖤

Elevator Guy ask for your hand in marriage yet? 💀

Before Yuta could type out a reply, the light chime of the elevator rang through the hall, signaling its arrival. And when the silver doors opened, Yuta came face to face with the same handsome man he saw everyday.

Who he never spoke one word to.

But today, he decided, that would change.

When he entered the elevator, the other looked up from his phone briefly to look at Yuta before giving him a small bow of his head (which Yuta returned) before looking back down at his phone. His black leather briefcase was on the floor beside him, the one he took to work everyday.

When the elevator doors closed and began its descent to the lobby, Yuta began to internally panic at what he was even supposed to say. It had been two months of head nods, brief glances, and a slow tension that was probably just one-sided on Yuta's end.

The more the elevator descended, the more Yuta was running out of time to take his chance. He couldn't keep waiting anymore, patience having left him so long ago.

As he continued to look for a way to strike up a conversation, he suddenly raised his eyes and was met with his reflection. His reflection on the mirrored elevator doors. All of a sudden, a light bulb lit up in his brain. He let a small secretive smile grace his lips as he slowly took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the camera icon.

Ten did say he'd never seen the guy, why not send him a picture?

So with as much normality as he could possess, he raised his phone up and posed for his camera before taking a few photos of himself. He had to hand it to himself too, he did look good. Even better than a few of his other normal days.

Maybe it was just the pounding of his heart telling him these things to see reason.

He didn't want to be too disappointed when he realized that the other man didn't even raise his head or even peek at him when the sound of the camera shutter had gone off, but his mood said otherwise.

Then the elevator doors opened to reveal the lobby and with a silent sigh, Yuta had realized he hadn't said a word.

"Damn," Ten whistled low when Yuta shoved his phone in his face first thing walking into the shop. "You look hot."

Yuta rolled his eyes before giving Ten's arm a firm smack, the latter flinching back with a shocked 'ow!' before rubbing at the attacked spot.

"Not me dumbass! The guy!"

Ten took his phone and quickly inspected the photo before his eyes widened, a wide smile rapidly growing on his face. "Is that him? Elevator Guy?"

Yuta nodded, a smile mirroring Ten's appearing on his lips. "Yep! Had the bright idea when I looked at myself in the elevator mirrors. Isn't he fucking gorgeous?"

Yuta walked around Ten's setup to dramatically throw himself against Ten's side, sighing dreamily while clutching his chest in a damsel-in-distress manner. Ten just continued to inspect the photo while scoffing at his friend, swiping to see if there was more proof.

"I will say..." Ten started, face morphed into an impressed look, "he's not too bad looking. But then again, I can't really see his face that well since he's looking at his phone."

Before Yuta could defend his upstairs neighbor, Ten pressed his finger to the screen, wanting to see if there was another photo that showed the man's face better, but pressed on it too long causing the photo to move. It was a live photo.

Ten lit up at the discovery, looking back at Yuta to see if he saw it too. He did.

Yuta snatched up his phone before Ten could get a proper look at it, the other letting out a 'hey!' before following behind Yuta, stretching his neck to see if he could get a peek at his phone. "I wanna see too!"

Yuta stopped and turned back around to lower the phone so both of them could get a better look at it. He hadn't noticed he was biting his thumbnail in nervous anticipation. He glanced at Ten who was already looking back. Ten threw his hands up in the air with a loud scoff and snatched the phone right back.

"Here! I'll do it! Yeesh, you and Yong are the worst at these things!"

"I hear a little bitch talking about me~" Taeyong sauntered in, regular orders in hand and work bag slung over his shoulder. Yuta laughed and immediately jogged over to free Taeyong's hands while Ten went on to explain Yuta's situation.

"Now, we're gonna look at the live version to see if we find any more clues on Yuta's mysterious man." Ten raised his eyebrows up and down in excitement, Yuta's phone still in his hand. Taeyong quickly set his stuff down before speeding over to them, head joining the others in towering over the screen.

"Okay, I'm ready."

They all waited with baited breath when Ten pressed on the screen, the picture moving as Yuta adjusted his phone to take the picture, the sound of a camera shutter going off. For a moment the screen just moved for a little bit as Yuta took another photo, but then suddenly-

Yuta gasped and then pointed to the guy. "Look!"

The guy's head lifted up to glance at Yuta for a moment, a tiny corner of his lips lifting before looking back down to focus on his phone, the screen going blurry as Yuta brought his phone back down. Then the live ended, going back to the still photo.

The three looked at each other with wide eyes and even wider smiles, Yuta's being the widest. Then the shouts began. Both Ten and Taeyong each grabbed a hold of Yuta's arms and shook him in excitement as they all continued to scream.

"Oh my God! He fucking looked at you!"

"And he smiled at you! Did you see his smile? He's totally crushing on you man!"

"I did! I saw it all! I can't believe it!"

Yuta didn't think his life could get any better than this. What more could the universe bestow on him that would send him straight to the moon?

Apparently the universe knew what the fuck She was doing.

It was Friday evening and Yuta had just finished hanging out with his friends and their significant others. They usually went out to eat and drink on Friday nights, clubs and karaoke bars if it had been an especially good week. It was a little past midnight when Yuta was heading home, not wanting to even think about how he'd be able to stay up till dawn in the past.

Damn he was getting old.

With a tired yawn, Yuta entered his apartment complex's lobby, still tipsy as he dragged himself towards the elevator. He lazily pressed the top button and yawned again as he waited for the doors to open. Once they were, he dragged himself inside, ready to take off his makeup and face plant into his nice, warm, and comfy-

"Wait, please!"

Yuta's arm worked on autopilot as he shoved it out to stop the doors from closing, not turning to see who rushed in.

"Thank you." A smooth deep voice called out, a sound very pleasant to Yuta's ears. Wow, Yuta thought, impressed as he nodded his head, He has a really nice voice. I wonder which neighbor this i-

Yuta almost swallowed his tongue when he turned his head to see who had entered.

No fucking way.

The man he'd been crushing on for months was standing just a few feet away from him with a new look that almost sent Yuta to his knees.

The man's usual neat suited up look was now replaced with a disheveled businessman that could put the world's top best models to shame. His thick black hair was a little out of place, seemingly raked through a few times by his fingers causing some strands to fall over. Maybe Yuta was a little beyond tipsy to find a forehead so nice looking.

His dark blue button up was also a little wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to show his forearms and the top buttons undone to reveal a a thin silver chain around his neck. His blazer jacket & black suitcase were in his hands as he situated himself.

The detail that took the cake, however, was the man's face. His cheeks were painted with a pretty blush, usual sharp eyes now softened, & his lips (Yuta could write a million poems on that man's lips) were full and flushed red, as if he'd been biting them.

I'd bite them too, Yuta thought shamelessly.

It was when the man looked him straight in the eyes that Yuta briefly panicked. Can he read my mind?

"Floor six please." The man's deep voice graced Yuta's ears again.

It took Yuta a second to remember where they were and what the man was asking, stumbling over his actions as he dumbly nodded & quickly pressed the '6' button.

Get a hold of yourself! He's just another man!

As the elevator began its ascension, Yuta realized he hadn't stopped staring. He thanked whatever God was out there that the other man hadn't noticed at all. He'd been too busy fumbling with his keys to notice the awe struck man across from him. He let out a silent sigh as he twiddled with his rings, a small habit from childhood.

The numbers on the display above their heads slowly kept changing, but to Yuta it felt like the world was speeding up just so he wouldn't be able to look at his crush anymore.

You could always just talk to him, the devil on his shoulder snickered, whispering more persuasions in his ear. Or it could've just been the alcohol. Now that he thought more on the matter, did he really want to spend the next year puppy crushing on a guy that he knew nothing about besides what floor he lived on and that he was a hard-working cooperate man?

NO!

His friends did always tell him that alcohol was just another word for liquid courage. Or maybe it was the other way around? Whatever. Guess now was the perfect time to test if he'd actually do it. So with another mental push and readying himself for a (possible) rejection, Yuta turned his head to look at the other and just went for it.

"Hey...what's your name?"

Yuta's heart dropped to his ass as the other quickly looked up from his phone, face giving away no emotion as he regarded him. Yuta felt a little unnerved by it so he kept on talking.

"I just figured since...you and I are neighbors...and we ride the elevator together everyday that we...that I should know your name by now, I guess." Fuck, he was rambling.

A tiny upward tilt of the man's lips appeared, Yuta composing his face so he wouldn't show how affected he was by it.

"Sicheng."

Oh! A foreigner. 

A. 

Foreigner. 

Like me! Cool cool cool...

"What's your name?"

Yuta's eyebrows shot up, staring at the beautiful stranger—now known as Sicheng—as his brain lagged for a second as he tried to recall what the fuck his mother named him when he came into this world.

"Yuta."

Sicheng's smile widened, his thick lips looking even softer. His face was even cuter too. God, Yuta wanted to kiss him.

Ding!

Yuta didn't want the disappointment on his face to show so he reciprocated the smile Sicheng gave him as he headed out the elevator, things in his arms.

"Have a good night then, Yuta." Sicheng gave him an acknowledging nod with another sweet smile.

Now or never, his devil reminded him, Yuta having to reluctantly agree.

"Also..." Yuta began, glancing at the display above the doors, reminding him that there was no better time than any. "You're...you're really cute. I'd like to take you out for a coffee sometime, if that's okay?"

If his voice became softer near the end, showcasing his obvious nervousness, and his cheeks blushing pink, no one except Sicheng and him needed to know. 

Sicheng's smile softened into one that Yuta couldn't decipher its meaning. It wasn't until he stepped closer to the elevator doors that Yuta's heart practically stopped altogether. Sicheng blocked the doors from closing with his free hand as he gestured with his head to the hallway behind him.

"I have a couple of beers in my fridge. I wouldn't mind continuing the night if you'd like to join me?"

Yuta's eyes widened, blush deepening as his heart began to thump even harder against his ribcage. God, I can't believe this is actually happening. Wait till I tell the others about this!

"Y-yeah. I'm down."

"Cool. Follow me then."

Yuta's night was just getting even better.

Apparently the night hadn't even reached it's peak yet.

Yuta didn't know why, didn't know when, and didn't even know how it had started, but it had definitely started.

Yuta's arms were wrapped around Sicheng's shoulders as their lips were pressed together in a rough kiss, their breaths heavy in between each tilt of their heads. Sicheng's arms were all around him, clutching at his waist, his hips, even his neck.

Yuta had to hand it to him, he was a damn good kisser.

They both parted when their lungs began to fill up, Sicheng dropping his forehead on his as they caught their breath. Sicheng tenderly brushed his thumb over Yuta's cheek, lifting his head a little to get a better look at him.

"Was that okay?" He whispered, his eyes losing their softness once more and regaining their sharpness. Yuta nodded, looking up at the other with his big eyes. He noticed too that the other was just an inch taller and damn, did that not just make things any better.

"Can we keep going?" Yuta whispered back, bringing his hands around Sicheng's waist, feeling a sturdiness underneath his button up that made a slight tremor rush through his body. Sicheng stared back at him for a moment before nodding.

"Do you wanna go all the way or just-?"

"All the way. Please."

Yuta thought he should feel ashamed at how desperate he sounded, but he couldn't give two fucks right now. One of the hottest men on the planet was just kissing him, his crush no less, and he definitely wasn't about to miss this opportunity. He'd deal with the consequences later if he had to.

Sicheng nodded before going right back to kissing him, a bit softer this time. Yuta would've probably melted on the spot if it hadn't been for Sicheng's hands still holding onto him, steady and firm.

"Hold onto me." Sicheng quickly muttered, lowering himself to wrap his hands around the back of Yuta's denim clad thighs. Yuta understood and swiftly wrapped his arms around Sicheng's shoulders once more as he was firmly lifted up, legs coming around the other's waist. Sicheng held onto him like he weighed nothing and the thought of it just sent a tingling rush through Yuta's spine.

Yuta let out a pleased moan as Sicheng continued to kiss him, lips opening to let Yuta invade his mouth with his sweet tongue. As he made his way through his apartment, he made sure to keep a firm grip on the other to not accidentally drop him.

That would certainly kill the mood.

When they finally made it to the room, Sicheng slowly lowered Yuta onto the bed, lips and tongues still connected. Sicheng let out a low moan when Yuta began to suck on his tongue, a tiny whine responding to his noise.

When they separated, Sicheng took a moment to appreciate the look on Yuta's face in the low light, the darkness of his room illuminated by street lights through small slits in the curtains. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were glassy, hands and body trying to get Sicheng to come back to him.

It made Sicheng want to ruin him.

"What do you prefer?" Sicheng asked, not wanting to assume anything before they could really have their fun.

Yuta was still a little out of it, eyes still focused on his lips as his hands roamed around any part of Sicheng's body that he could touch. When Sicheng nudged his chin gently, Yuta finally met his eyes, realizing he had asked a question.

"Uh..." he replied dumbly, Sicheng letting out a chuckle at his dazed look.

Yuta accompanied his laugh, a dimple appearing as he continued to giggle. He didn't necessarily have a preferred preference, trying out anything and everything with past partners, serious or not. But the way Sicheng held him and how his deep gaze just bore into Yuta's, it made him feel just a little...submissive.

"Can you top?"

Sicheng swallowed thickly before nodding, his mind running with images of Yuta under him, writhing and whining, holding onto him as he-

Fuck.

Sicheng ran his hands under Yuta's top, soothing over his warm skin. Yuta's eyes fluttered as his breath hitched, hands coming around Sicheng's arms to hold onto him. Sicheng nodded his head towards his clothes. "Can I?"

Yuta didn't trust his voice at all in the moment so he nodded, body trembling with butterflies at what was to come. He lifted his upper body as Sicheng helped take his top off and then his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. He let out a hitched moan as Sicheng ground his hips into his, body shivering. Then Sicheng slotted his lips back over his, taking his sweet time.

They kissed a bit more, Sicheng continuously grinding their hips together, noises being swallowed up by their tongues. Their lips were wet when Sicheng backed his head away, rising up over him as he asked Yuta to scoot back on the bed.

As he did so, Sicheng began to take his clothes off, unrushed in his movements. Yuta began to salivate as more of his body appeared, his teeth aching to make pretty marks on his unblemished skin. Then he bit his lip as Sicheng went over to the bedside drawer and took out a condom and lube to set next to his leg.

Sicheng stayed in his underwear as he silently asked to take Yuta's off, moving to be in between his legs. The pretty red head nodded his consent and Sicheng didn't waste any time in taking off the last article of clothing. A shiver of goosebumps appeared over his skin as Sicheng firmly grabbed his hips, thumb rubbing over his tattoo on his hip bone.

Yuta noticed that Sicheng was looking down at his hardened dick with hungry eyes, his length giving a twitch as a pearl of precum dripped onto his stomach. Sicheng hummed his attraction lowly, slowing raking his dark eyes over the other's body, finally meeting Yuta's sultry gaze.

Then he slowly crawled over his body, arms holding him up as he brought himself to be leveled with Yuta's gaze, lowering himself to briefly connect their lips once more. Yuta let out a breathy moan as Sicheng lowered himself to kiss his neck, nibbling every so often when he dragged his lips to a new patch of skin.

When Sicheng was teasingly biting his collarbone, he pulled back for a moment to pause. "Can I blow you?"

Yuta let out a broken groan as his eyes fluttered shut, nodding rapidly. "Fuck yes, please."

His hands held Sicheng's arms as he eagerly began to descend down his body, taking a few precious moments to suck and bite at his nipples, causing Yuta to arch his back and whimper sweetly at the teasing bites.

"Fuck" he let out, shots of pleasure melting into his bloodstream.

Sicheng began to lower again, licking over his stomach and hip bones, before giving small wet kisses over his skin and around where Yuta wanted him the most. Yuta whined when Sicheng pulled back, grabbing his wrist before he could get too far away, not caring if he seemed too needy. 

He needed him now.

Sicheng let out a mean chuckle, letting Yuta pull his hand back down to his hip, gripping it firmly to remind him that he wasn't going anywhere. With his free hand, he reached for the lube and opened it, squirting a good amount on his hand before rubbing it over Yuta's hole. Yuta flinched at the sudden touch and coldness, legs threatening to close, but was stopped by Sicheng's free hand on his knee.

As the lube warmed up, Sicheng brushed his fingers softly over his hole before lowering himself over Yuta's crotch. Fucking God, Yuta thought, blushing at the way Sicheng licked his lips as he stared at his red cock, still dripping with precum. He's so fucking hot, how did I get so lucky?

Before Yuta knew it, Sicheng let his tongue lick a long loving stripe over his length, a bolt of red hot pleasure striking through his body, causing his legs to tremble. A loud whimper left his throat when Sicheng didn't stop, giving his cock firm kisses and wet licks. Then he circled his tongue over the head, licking up the precum greedily and suckling on it, Yuta tensing up at the feeling.

Then with his free hand, Sicheng grabbed his cock, gently smacking the head against his hanging tongue before swallowing him whole. All while staring straight into Yuta's eyes. Yuta let out a long moan, back arching almost painfully when he felt the other's warm and wet throat around him. He almost let go right then and there, but he held himself back, not wanting the fun to already end before they even properly started.

"Oh my God, your-your mouth fuck."

Yuta without thinking, raked his fingers through Sicheng's hair, grabbing a firm hold on his black strands. Yuta let out a whine when Sicheng moaned lowly around him, the vibrations making it harder for him to hold himself back.

Then Yuta was reminded of the other's fingers, a slow prodding sensation against his wet hole.

Fuck, he's trying to kill me.

And with a slow push, Sicheng entered in one slick finger, mouth still working over Yuta's cock. Yuta couldn't help gripping his hair harder, hitched gasps leaving his mouth. He didn't know what to do with himself, eyes rolling back at the dual sensations.

Sicheng let him adjust to his finger for a moment, not letting up on his sucking, tongue running up the underside of his length. Then he slowly thrusted his finger in and out, the tiny slick sounds echoing through the room along with Yuta's breathless noises.

After he became a little more loose, Sicheng then introduced a second finger, being careful as much as he was the first one. When his middle finger was inside, Sicheng could feel Yuta relax a little more, hips kicking up in his mouth as if he wanted to go deeper.

God, Sicheng would let him. But, not right now.

"Baby," Yuta lewdly breathed out, hand in his hair loosening their tight hold as he slowly fucked Sicheng's face. He rolled his eyes at the feeling of being used, loving the way Yuta kept squirming in his hold, desperate for more sinful pleasure.

He continued to stretch the other out, taking a leisurely pace as to not hurt the other. He assumed to be doing a good job, if the rising whines were anything to go by.

By the third finger, his hole wet and dripping with how much lube Sicheng kept using, Yuta couldn't take it anymore. With Sicheng's warm mouth around him, practically taking him deep in his throat with every bob of his head, and the firm curl of his fingers on his prostate, he was going to finish soon.

He didn't want that.

Yuta's pleasured moans kept rising in pitch, back almost permanently arched, painted fingernails raking through Sicheng's soft hair every so often, trying to push him away or pull him closer he didn't know. When Sicheng let out a deep groan of his, vibrating around his cock, and another sweet curl of his finger, did Yuta flinch back.

"S-stop, please."

His body trembled as he held himself back from cumming too soon. God, that would be fucking embarrassing. He pushed Sicheng back as he panted heavily, scooting back against the pillows to try and regain some sort of control. However, when he saw Sicheng's face, he almost couldn't keep a loud whimper from spilling.

Sicheng's thick hair was a mess from all his tugging, flushed lips wet with his saliva, a little bit having dripped down his chin, and his eyes...God they looked deep into Yuta's, heavy with arousal and like...like he wanted to ruin him.

Yuta didn't want to try and speak, scared his voice was already hoarse, which he was pretty sure it was. So he quietly shifted onto his knees, shuffled closer to the other and raised his hand to wrap around the back of his neck. His body lit up when Sicheng wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him closer, lips connecting again in a slow kiss.

"How do you want it?" Sicheng asked, after pulling apart, deep brown eyes searching his.

Yuta thought about it for a bit, biting his lip as he thought what would satisfy him the most tonight.

"Can I ride you?"

Sicheng nodded without hesitation, pulling his boxers down and throwing them over the edge of the bed, laying back down against a few stacked pillows. He quietly grabbed the condom and ripped the package open before silently rolling it on, sighing at the relief when he touched his neglected cock.

Yuta's eyes widened at seeing the other's length, stopping his mouth from openly drooling. It wasn't too thick, but it was long, flushed a deep red from being ignored the whole time. I want him in my mouth, he thought, biting his lip on how he thought the other would feel inside deep in his throat.

Sicheng let out a huffed laugh, still slowly jacking himself off. His head was tilted in a cocky manner, lips pulled into a smirk that did too many things to Yuta's brain.

"Another time. For now, I just want you on top of me."

"O-okay." Yuta nodded quickly, not wanting to smile like an idiot after realizing there might be another meeting like this. He was then pulled in by the nape, Sicheng being gentle in guiding the other on top of his crotch, firmly gripping his hips. He raised himself to meet Yuta's lips in a small kiss, before laying back down, hands running over his thighs.

"Whenever you're ready."

Yuta bit his lips as he pushed Sicheng's hands away from his cock, taking over on pumping his length, a swell of pride blooming in him when the other groaned deep in his chest. He looked around for the discarded lube bottle, grabbing it when it was located and then pouring more over the covered length, continuing in spreading it all over. Then with a hand on his chest and another holding his cock steady, he slowly impaled himself, a loud gasp leaving his throat as he threw his head back.

"Fuck" they both moaned in unison, Sicheng planting his hands back on Yuta's hips as he lowered himself, a delicious lick of pleasure running up his spine. Yuta brought his other hand on Sicheng's chest, absentmindedly running his fingers over his brown nipples. When he felt the small electric touch, Sicheng let out a small gasp and accidentally bucked his hips up into Yuta's warm heat, a loud and lewd moan leaving the red head.

"Fuck! I'm sorry! I didn't mean-" Sicheng began, eyes widening when Yuta's fingers had dug deep into his skin.

"No! No...it was...fuck that felt good. You're..." Yuta's cheeks were painted with a pink flush, panting heavily after the other had just brought him down all the way to his hips, feeling him inside so deeply. He didn't think he'd ever get used to it.

"Shit, you're in so...deep."

Sicheng groaned when Yuta clenched around him, the squelching of the lube making the position even more vulgar. He gave his ass a firm smack, the echoing sound making the tips of Yuta's ears burn, a whimper leaving his mouth as his skin stung.

After taking another moment to adjust, Yuta then began to move. He let a slow grind take over his body, leaning back on Sicheng's thighs as he stretched his torso out, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Sicheng hummed lowly in his throat, eyes darkening when he raked his eyes over Yuta's form, moving in a dirty grind over his cock, his warmth tightening around him. He returned his hands back to Yuta's tattooed hips, rubbing his thumb over the pretty art as he took a moment to admire them. Even Yuta's navel piercing that swished back and forth with every movement of his hips caused another rush of arousal to run up his spine. 

He's so fucking hot. He's gonna be the death of me. 

After Yuta started moving, he couldn't contain his moans any longer, panting with the strain in his thighs and the full feeling of having Sicheng's cock deep in him. Fuck, he'd never get over this for the weeks to come. When the strain became too much to handle, Yuta pulled himself forward and leaned over the other, panting over his mouth as he got closer.

"You're doing so good, baby. Riding me like you belong here." Sicheng's eyes were glazed over as he panted a little himself, bringing a hand to Yuta's flushed cheek and rubbing it sweetly. Yuta whined at the endearment, not expecting the other to say something so butterfly inducing.

"You feel so good around me. Keep going."

Yuta whined a little higher at the praise, quickly adjusting himself so he could plant his upper body comfortably on Sicheng's as he continued. The added sensation of his cock rubbing against Sicheng's abs had him almost tumbling into ecstasy early, a high pitched moan smothered in the other's neck.

"Fuck, you feel so good in-inside me."

He picked up his pace, arms straightening themselves besides Sicheng's head, looking deep into his eyes. They both let out panting noises as their peaks began to rush through their bodies, Yuta's thighs trembling with his movements.

When Yuta closed the distance between them, shoving his tongue into the other's mouth, Sicheng wrapped his arms tightly around his back as his hips rapidly kicked up, plunging deep into him. Yuta let out a loud moan, trapped in their mouths as Sicheng refused to let him go, groaning deep in his chest when he felt him clench tightly around his length.

Yuta wrenched his head away, his head becoming hazy at the overwhelming pleasure as he let it drop back between his shoulders, Sicheng barely letting up. His moans and whines couldn't be controlled now, body jostling with every deep thrust he was given.

Yuta whined loudly as he tried to sit up, weak body being brought back down onto the other's cock. "Fuck! Fuck! Please-please don't stop!"

Yuta could feel his eyes filling with tears, a small one rolling down his cheek as the sound of slapping skin echoed in his reddened ears. His legs and hips quivered with every movement, his moans and whimpers were spilling out of his mouth like water, lips bitten raw from Sicheng's teeth and from his own, hands shaking as he held on to Sicheng's shoulders-

God, he's ruining me.

He's so deep inside.

I can almost feel him in my-

Yuta loudly keened when Sicheng abruptly stopped, shuddering in his hold when he roughly thrusted up a few times, nailing his prostate dead on.

"Fuck! Yes! Right there, right there baby-"

Suddenly, Sicheng flipped them over onto the bed, Yuta gasping in surprise when the world flipped. He quickly grabbed his hands and planted them into the pillow beside his head, panting with exertion as his body begged for release, hips continuing in a dirty slow grind.

Yuta whined at this, his lungs seeming not to get enough oxygen in his system. His legs clutched around Sicheng's hips, new tears filling up in his eyes as the pleasure continued to rise through him. God, he was so close.

"P-please don't stop, I'm so close baby" he babbled, trying to get the other move. Sicheng stared in awe at the beauty under him as he loomed over, his red hair sticking to his forehead, eyes filled with tears, his cheeks prettily flushed, full lips swollen and wet from their kisses, his chest red and heaving, hips trying to meet his small thrusts.

"What's your safeword?"

Yuta tried to compose himself, blinking his tears away as he tried to understand what the other was saying.

"Wh-what?" Yuta choked out, not realizing how hoarse his voice had become.

"Your safeword." Sicheng repeated, slower this time as he stopped his movements and lowered himself closer to Yuta's face. "What is it?"

Yuta took a moment to think, trying to push away the haze so he could properly answer. He bit his lip as he cleared his throat. "Cherry."

"And you'll use it if you need me to stop, right?"

Yuta nodded, a blush creeping over his ears and cheeks once more.

Sicheng gently nudged his chin, staring hard into his eyes. "Words, baby."

"Yes. I'll...use it."

"Good. Now, hold on."

Sicheng slowly raised himself up, running his hands along Yuta's sides before coming down to firmly grip his hips. He groaned when he felt Yuta tighten around him, eyes rolling back as lube squelched out from where they were connected.

He began a steady pace, hips driving deep into Yuta, the red head beginning to whine. He arched his back as he felt Sicheng's cock brush up against his prostate, a teasing touch that heightened with every thrust.

His breathless gasps rose in volume as Sicheng went faster and harder, gripping him hard so he wouldn't even think of moving away. He shook with each thrust, his body overheating and his eyes barely even opened as the sensations continued to drown him overwhelming pleasure.

He was so close, so close, so close, so clo-

A shrill whine left his mouth as Sicheng loomed over him again, hips going harder as one of his hands gripped the back of hair, pulling his head back to expose his throat. Sicheng's lips and teeth didn't hesitate to begin making marks, Yuta crying out when one of his most sensitive spots was being bitten and licked over.

His stomach began to curl with the feeling of near release, hand shaking as he brought it down to his neglected cock, a choked gasp leaving his mouth when he began to jack himself off in time with Sicheng's thrusts.

"No-no! Please-" He pleaded when his hand was suddenly snatched away and forcibly planted into the pillow beside his head. Another tear rolled down his cheek as he stared up at the other, eyes looking back and forth between them to find any mercy. But there was none in those dark sharp eyes.

"You'll cum just from my cock. Okay?"

"No, please please, I'm so clo-"

"And you'll be able to. Don't worry...I'll make you."

Sicheng then shifted himself onto his knees, hiking Yuta's legs up to curl around him, wrapping his arms around the redhead's back before nudging his head under Yuta's jaw to continue ravaging his neck. Then he began to pound him even harder, the echoing sound of their skin slapping making Yuta practically scream into the air.

Sicheng bit back a proud smile when Yuta wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders, entire body shaking in his hold as his cock was rubbed mercilessly in between their sweat ridden bodies. His nails began to dig deep into Sicheng's skin, his eyes rolling at the pleasured pain swimming through his skin.

Fuck he feels so good, fucking me like this.

Yuta's voice kept rising in pitch as the curl in his stomach grew and grew, his mouth staying open as breathless gasps and moans escaped him. The more Sicheng kept railing his prostate, the more his body quaked. It was so overwhelming-too overwhelming-

"Fuck, I'm so close-please please please, Sicheng!"

Sicheng pulled his head back to look deep into his big eyes, still overflowing with tears. A greedy pride swelled within his chest at making this beautiful man break under his ministrations, his body coming close to it's peak as well.

"Cum for me, baby. C'mon, cum all over me."

Yuta couldn't keep his eyes away from Sicheng's, eyes blurry as more tears spilled over. When Sicheng began to speed up a little more, straight hitting his spot without fail, he knew it was over. A loud and shrill moan was pulled from his throat as he spilled over himself, cum dirtying the both of them as Sicheng continued to fuck into him.

It didn't take long for Sicheng either, the feeling of Yuta squeezing almost painfully around him, causing him to cum deep into the condom, a rough groan pulled from his chest.

They both panted heavily into the air, sweat coating their bodies as Sicheng rode out his wave, hips slowly coming to a halt when it became too much. He dropped his forehead onto Yuta's collarbone when he felt spent, catching his breath for a moment.

Yuta weakly groaned as his body cooled down, legs dropping unceremoniously onto the mattress. Fuck, I feel...ruined.

As they both relaxed in each other's hold, Yuta's eyes began to close in a sleepy haze, hand weakly coming up to comb through Sicheng's sweat matted hair. Sicheng lightly groaned at this, wincing at the mess between their stomachs and lube coating their thighs.

They needed a shower.

He slowly began to separate from the other, who had barely moved when Sicheng pulled himself out. He did wince a little, jelly legs wanting to close at the odd feeling. He stared at the other man when he stood up from the bed, tying up the condom and going to what Yuta presumed was the bathroom.

He dozed off again as he waited for Sicheng to come back, body relaxing into the dirty sheets. He knew he needed to wash off and then leave, but with how his body was refusing to move, he knew he wouldn't be able to do any of that without any help.

He lightly jumped when he felt a hand on his arm, gently shaking him awake. He looked around with bleary eyes before meeting Sicheng's tender gaze, the man helping him to slowly sit up.

"I got the shower running. You okay with that?" Sicheng asked in a soothing voice, holding onto Yuta as he stood up on shaky legs.

"Yeah" Yuta replied quietly, thankful for Sicheng keeping him steady as they made their way to the bathroom. The steam was starting to slowly rise in the spacious bathroom, warming their skin as they quietly entered the tub.

The steady stream of water fell over their shoulders as they relaxed under its warmth, tension slipping away as they slowly washed themselves clean from their activities.

When they were finished and dried, Sicheng kindly lent Yuta some of his clothes, a baggy shirt and pajama pants that were soft on his skin. They also smelled like him, a quaint home smell that mixed in with whatever detergent he used. It pleased Yuta, a small smile overcoming his lips as he stepped out into the kitchen to where Sicheng had gone.

He had his own comfy pajamas on too, calmly cutting an apple into slices and placing them in a small glass bowl. Sicheng raised his eyes and gave him a small smile as he watched him approach the stools near the island.

He quietly sat down in front of the other, leaning on one of his palms as watched the practiced movements. They stayed in a calm ambience for some time before Yuta spoke up. "Thank you for the clothes, by the way. They're comfy."

Sicheng looked up as he placed the last slices into the bowl, pushing the dish in the middle of the island as he cleaned up the counter. "No problem. You can have some if you want." He gestured towards the bowl, nodding when Yuta hesitated in grabbing one.

Their night slowly continued on in a soft silence, the city outside quiet as the two men silently ate their fruit. They said nothing in regards to what had happened, only taking fleeting glances when the other wasn't looking.

Yuta glanced up to take a peek at the stove's built in clock, the neon green numbers blinking back at him.

2:03 AM.

The silence continued when Sicheng pulled the empty bowl away, bringing it over to his sink to begin washing it along with a few pieces of silverware that were probably left there in the morning.

Yuta straightened himself up in the stool, stretching out his worn body as he mentally prepared to depart, already dreading going back into Sicheng's room to gather his discarded clothes. Maybe I can come back another day and give him his clothes back. I'd have to wash them fir-

"So..." Sicheng began from behind him, turning off the sink as he placed the last fork on the drying rack, turning back around to lean against the counter. "Is the offer for the coffee still open?"

Yuta took a moment to process the words, a slow blinding grin overtaking his face when he stared at the other man's shy smile, head coming down to fiddle with his fingers.

"Of course."

6 Months Later

"Okay, so does Friday around one PM sound good to you? Yeah? Okay, I will book you in for that day. And you wanted an appointment with Taeyong, correct? Okay, perfect. We will see you then! Have a good day, goodbye."

Yuta hung up the phone and put it back in its place, writing down the appointment for his boss. He copied it again on a cute cat sticky note before jogging to Taeyong's office and pasting it on the correct date on the large hanging calendar above his desk.

The shop's overhead speakers softly played Yuta's indie rock playlist, bopping his head with the rhythm as he made his way back to the guest counter. He sat back down on his cushioned stool and continued to draw in his sketchbook, mumbling lyrics to himself as he expertly swiped his pen over the thick paper.

When the bell on the shop's door chimed, announcing the arrival of a customer, he quietly sighed before reigning in his best customer service voice.

"Hello, welcome in. How may I-"

He looked up and froze for a split second, staring at Sicheng's handsome face, his boyfriend of five months holding up a small pastry bag and a cup holder full of different drinks in his other hand. A beaming smile took over his face as he jumped down from his stool and ran over, Sicheng softly laughing as Yuta threw his arms around his neck, Sicheng having to hold up the items away so they wouldn't accidentally get knocked over.

Yuta pulled away before giving him a big kiss on the lips, smiling wide when he pulled away again. "Hi! What are you doing here?"

"I came to surprise you. I had a little more time on my lunch break so I just wanted to stop by. I also brought drinks for the others so they wouldn't kick me out again." Sicheng playfully rolled his eyes as he heard Ten cheer from his station, diligently tattooing a customer.

"And now you won't get kicked out for bringing us the goods. Yuta, on the other hand-quit eating his face! He needs it for work, idiot!"

Yuta childishly stuck his tongue out at his friend, taking the food and drinks to the counter, Sicheng following behind. "You're just mad Johnny isn't here right now. If he was, you'd be all over him. You're even worse than me!"

They continued to bicker back and forth for a minute before Sicheng chuckled at their antics and pulled Yuta away so Ten could focus on his work.

Yuta giggled evilly as he went back to his place behind the elevated counter, leaning over it so he could be face to face with his beautiful boyfriend. His hair was neatly gelled back, a small strand curling over his forehead, as well as wearing his nice dark grey suit that Yuta would just love to rip off of him. Shit, he really did strike gold with this man. He'd forever be grateful for him and that damn elevator. 

"So," Sicheng looked up at him with a charming gaze, glasses perched lightly on his nose, Yuta knowing they were his reading glasses, "you still up for a movie tonight?"

"Of course!" Yuta replied, giving him another peck on the lips before thanking him for the pastry and drinks. He took his treat out of the bag before taking a big bite, bouncing in happiness at the sugar filling his mouth.

Sicheng quietly stared up at him with a fond look in his eyes, Yuta noticing and bringing the pastry to his mouth so he could try it too. Sicheng gave him a small grin before taking a delicate bite. Then he mischievously looked up at the red head before taking his finger into his mouth, sucking it a little before letting go.

"Gross." Ten & Taeyong both sneered, the latter just returning from his lunch break. Yuta let out a loud cackle at their disgusted faces.

"Hey WinWin!" Taeyong called out as he returned to his office, clocking back in.

Sicheng laughed at the nickname they'd chosen for him a while ago before returning his greeting. A beeping on his watch alerted him that he needed to return back to his boring corporate job, sighing as he shut off the alarm. He looked up at his boyfriend and wasn't surprised to see him already staring back, a small pout on his lips. 

"You gotta go?" 

"Yeah." Sicheng sighed again, pressing his lips together in a line. 

Yuta looked around the shop briefly before motioning for him to come around the counter, crouching behind it. Sicheng did the same thing and looked around to make sure the others weren't looking before quietly walking around. 

He found Yuta crouched down on the balls of his feet, one of his innocent bright smiles on his face. Sicheng quietly laughed before letting Yuta pull him down and hold his face gently in his ring decorated hands, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. 

They made out a little before a voice called out from somewhere in the shop, making them both flinch apart. "Are you guys being indecent?" Taeyong said, voice accusing but not angry. 

Yuta giggled before him and Sicheng responded in unison. "No!" 

"Mhm..." A tone that didn't believe them one bit. He already knew their antics like the back of his hand. God, his kids always tired him out...

They both giggled quietly, like little kids being caught in the act of sticking their hands in the cookie jar. Yuta gave him a few lasting pecks before holding his face again in his hands. "You still coming over tonight, right?"

"Yeah. I can order some food for us, just let me know what you want." 

"Okay." Yuta nodded happily, heart warming up with so much love. "So I'll see you later, then?" 

Sicheng let out a small laugh, nodding. "Yeah. Later." 

Before standing back up, he gave the red head one last final peck on the lips and then said his goodbyes to everyone else. He even promised Taeyong to remind Jaehyun to bring a few groceries back to their apartment when he left work for the day. 

It's funny how his boyfriend's boss was his best friend's/close coworker's boyfriend of two years. Strange how small the world really was. 

As the bell on the door chimed away at Sicheng's departure, Yuta let himself lean his head on his hand, watching him walk back through the city and back to his fancy building. He sighed quietly, pastry left forgotten in its bag. 

I can't wait for tonight, he thought, the happiest feeling blooming through his veins. 

And for the rest of our lives.