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“Good luck sa special exam, bruha.” Woongki called out as JL excused himself from their group. “Sa test paper and tingin, hindi kay Professor Kim, ha?”
JL chuckled at his friend’s comment while waving them goodbye.
Sus. Kung alam mo lang, besh.
He thought, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
JL walked toward the classroom with a strange giddiness that made his steps almost float. The corridor seemed longer than usual, the sunlight catching on the polished floor, but all he could focus on was the thought of Professor Steven Kim. His chest thumped faster, not because of the special exam waiting for him in a few minutes, but because he was about to see the man who had tangled himself so completely with his body and mind just yesterday.
He had been careful this morning.
Every detail mattered. His fitted shirt clung to his chest and arms, sculpting his curves in a way that made him look confident, sexy, almost dangerously so. His ripped jeans had a subtle tease, fishnet stockings peeking through the slashes, a hint of rebellion wrapped in calculated allure. Even his makeup was subtle, but it accentuated his soft jawline and high cheekbones. He knew he looked good, and yes, part of him hoped Steven would notice.
Tingnan natin kung 'di ka maglalaway sakin, Steven Kim.
But the moment he pushed open the classroom door, all of that anticipation came crashing down.
Inside sat another student, a girl JL didn’t recognize, laughing softly at something Steven said. She leaned slightly closer than casual distance, her hair brushing her shoulder as she smiled and gestured animatedly. The two of them seemed... effortless together, their casual flirtation undeniable.
Steven, for his part, didn’t push her away. He laughed easily, leaned in slightly, his hand brushing hers ever so lightly.
JL froze at the doorway. His throat went dry, his stomach twisting in a way he hated.
He had imagined the exam room would be just him and Steven, private, intimate, a continuation of last night’s reckless abandon. Now, the space that was supposed to belong to just the two of them felt invaded, contaminated somehow.
Steven’s head turned toward him.
His usual calm, collected expression remained, but there was that slight spark in his eyes, the one that made JL feel both guilty and needy.
“Okay, since you two are here...” Steven said, his voice steady but laced with a casual authority, “... pwede na tayong magsimula.”
JL swallowed, nodding curtly, and took his seat. The girl in front of Steven shot him a quick, polite glance, but didn’t acknowledge him further. She seemed entirely absorbed in her easy rapport with the professor.
As the exam began, JL tried to focus on the questions in front of him, pen hovering over the paper.
But every so often, his eyes betrayed him, drifting toward the girl and Steven. He caught glimpses of her laughing at a joke, the way Steven’s hand lingered near hers, the tilt of his head when he listened.
Te, exam pinunta natin dito, hindi landian.
That’s what JL wanted to say, pero sino ba ang niloloko niya? Alam naman natin na pati siya, may iba ring pakay aside from the exam. Pero mas pinili na lang niyang manahimik.
Kalma ka lang, JL. 'Di pa sapat ang ipon mo para bumili ng baril.
“Nakakabwiset...” JL muttered under his breath, his pen scratching across the paper harder than necessary.
“What was that, Mr. Gaspar?” Professor Kim’s voice cut through the quiet room, sharp enough to make JL flinch.
JL glanced up briefly, meeting the professor’s gaze, then shook his head ever so slightly before returning his eyes to his paper, pretending nothing had happened.
He muttered again under his breath, quieter this time, making sure no one else could hear, “Isa ka pa... sarap na sarap ka rin sa atensyon. Magsama kayo.”
But a small smirk tugged at his lips as he wrote down the answer, his heart beating a little faster, not from the exam, but from the thought of Professor Kim noticing him.
Then he also felt it. He could feel his face heating up with jealousy.
The bitter thought twisted in his chest.
Did she... also sleep with him?
The memory of last day's intimacy, soft moans, tangled bodies, whispered names, clashed violently with the image of them laughing together now. The idea left a sour taste on his tongue, and JL’s jaw tightened.
He must have made a face, because Steven’s eyes flicked toward him again.
That look, a mixture of amusement and curiosity, made JL’s stomach lurch.
“Everything okay?” Steven asked casually, tilting his head, lips curved in that infuriating half-smile. “Mukhang may iniisip ka, care to share?”
JL’s pen paused mid-answer.
Mama mo share.
He met Steven’s gaze for just a fraction of a second, forcing his face to remain neutral.
“Just... thinking about the answer.” He muttered, the words clipped, deliberately avoiding the underlying tension. Then he looked back down, his fingers gripping the pen tighter than needed.
Fine, he thought bitterly. If that’s how it’s going to be, I’m not giving him the satisfaction. Bahala siya.
The rest of the exam passed in a tense blur. JL’s mind was a storm of scribbled answers and gnawing jealousy. Every laugh, every casual touch, every glance Steven gave the girl felt like a deliberate stab at him.
But he held his ground, answering every question with calculated focus, refusing to let his emotions spill onto the page, or into Steven’s teasing gaze.
And beneath it all, a dangerous thrill pulsed, despite the irritation, the jealousy, the suspicion, he couldn’t deny that every nerve in his body was alive, tuned to Steven’s presence, craving even the smallest acknowledgment.
They were both playing with fire, and JL knew it, but part of him wondered how long he could resist getting burned.
An hour later, JL finally looked up from his paper to notice the girl beside him packing her things too. She moved with a casual grace that made JL’s chest tighten. As she walked toward the teacher’s desk, JL’s eyes couldn’t help but follow. She handed her exam to Steven, and JL saw it, the lingering touches, the soft brush of her fingers over his hands, the way she leaned in just slightly too close as if she owned that space.
Nakakairita talaga. Kainis.
Every subtle movement made his jaw clench tighter.
JL sighed, frustrated, and forced himself to stand. He walked to the desk, papers in hand, and placed them in front of Steven.
“Here.” He muttered, his voice quieter than he intended, almost clipped with irritation.
Steven looked up from the girl’s paper, his eyes softening when they met JL’s.
“You good?” He asked casually, though there was a faint lilt of curiosity in his tone. “Was the exam hard?”
JL froze for a second, catching that warm, familiar smile of his professor. His chest fluttered despite himself. For a brief moment, he considered spilling everything, the irritation, the jealousy, the bitter thought that maybe he wasn’t the only one Steven had let close.
But no. He swallowed it down. He had to maintain his composure.
With a small, sweet smile, he answered, “It was fun. Thanks again, Professor Kim.”
His tone was airy, deceptively casual, but his eyes betrayed nothing.
Steven opened his mouth, clearly about to say something else, maybe ask if he wanted to stay behind a bit longer or comment on one of the questions. But JL didn’t wait.
Without a word, he grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, and walked out of the classroom before Steven could continue.
Tangina. Bwiset. Kainis. Kuhang-kuha niyo inis ko.
He couldn’t shake the image of the girl and Steven together, laughing, leaning into each other, their easy familiarity making his stomach twist.
'Dun siya sa babae niya. Magsama sila.
JL stepped into the hallway, his lips pressed into a tight line, brows furrowed, cheeks burning, not from embarrassment, but from sheer irritation. If he ran into anyone he knew, he’d likely avoid eye contact just to keep himself from giving away the storm inside him.
He was so gigil, and the heat of anger and frustration coursing through him was almost unbearable.
As he walked toward the campus café where his friends were waiting, he tried to focus on something, anything, but his mind betrayed him. He couldn’t stop replaying the events of yesterday, the heat of Steven’s touch, the way his name had sounded on the professor’s lips, the faint echo of his heartbeat against Steven’s chest.
A strange sense of loneliness settled over him, sudden and unwelcome.
It’s just sex. Nothing more. Nothing at all, he told himself.
He had a crush on Steven, sure, ever since the semester started, but that was all it was, right? Just a harmless infatuation, amplified by yesterday’s reckless mistake. Pero bakit di niya maiwasang isipin na it's more than that?
Pero di mo naman siguro siya masisisi kung medyo may tampo siya. How could he not? He had assumed, na special siya at siya lang ang nakatalik ng professor. Turns out, maybe there were others. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he swallowed hard, trying not to let it show.
Then his mind drifted back to the small piece of paper Steven had sneaked into his pocket yesterday, the one with the address and number, the message about meeting later at his condo. His fingers brushed over the spot in his bag where it still rested.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, despite the frustration.
Bahala siya.
If Steven thought he could make him jealous or uneasy, well... he’d just play it his way. He’d go find someone to be with, tangina, someone who could make the waiting and anticipation a little less unbearable.
And yet, even as he tried to convince himself to move on, part of him burned with curiosity and desire, the dangerous pull that had started yesterday, the same pull that told him this wasn’t just about exams anymore. This was about boundaries, about temptation, about fire...and he knew that no matter how much he wanted to resist, he was already dancing on the edge.
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JL slumped onto the couch at Woongki’s apartment, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. Tonight’s party was supposed to be a distraction, a way to take his mind off the storm that was Steven Kim, but the thoughts still lingered, sharp and insistent.
He glanced at his clock.
9:30 P.M.
He was supposed to be at his professor's condo. But he decided not to show up.
Bahala na siya sa condo niya. I’m not going to waste my night waiting for him.
Still, a small, stubborn part of him couldn’t help but wish the professor had chosen him, just him. But no. Who was he anyway? He's just a student. A fleeting name in Steven’s busy life.
His friends were bustling around him, determined to lift his mood.
Woongki rifled through a pile of clothes, his eyes narrowing as he sized up JL.
“Okay, tell me, ano ba talaga nangyari kanina? Kitang-kita sa mukha mo na may nangyaring di maganda.” He said, flipping a jacket over his arm and leaning slightly toward JL with concern.
Shuaibo leaned against the counter, sipping from a bottle of sparkling water, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, seriously. What happened? You can trust us, okay?”
His tone was soft, gentle, but firm, an anchor in JL’s stormy thoughts.
JL bit his lip, unsure. The words felt too heavy, too intimate to spill.
“Something... happened.” He admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Pero di ko pa kayang sabihin.”
Jeongwoo, Woongki’s boyfriend, nodded in understanding. “Okay, walang pressure. Whenever you’re ready, we’ll listen. We’re here for you, bunso.”
JL’s chest tightened with gratitude. He looked at his friends, and felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the evening ahead. He was lucky, blessed even, to have people who respected his boundaries, who gave him space while still offering comfort.
Woongki clapped his hands together, breaking the tension.
“Alright, enough of the heavy stuff for now. Let’s make you look like the star of tonight!” He grinned and began picking up outfits. “We need something bold, something that screams Jay Lawrence Gaspar, but still edgy. I think I have just the right thing for you.”
JL’s eyes followed Woongki’s hands as he laid out pieces of clothing, cropped tops with graphic patterns, fitted jackets, sleek pants, chains, and statement accessories. He felt a familiar thrill at the thought of styling himself, of creating an image that could command attention.
“Okay, so I’m thinking this top...” Woongki said, holding up a black cropped long-sleeve shirt with white angular designs and a high neck, “It’s sharp, modern, and totally you. It shows off your figure without being too... obvious.” He added, “Plus, these sleeves, see the detail here? Perfect for your hands. You can layer it with a chain or a bracelet, make it really stand out. For sure maglalaway yung taong nanakit sayo.”
He rolled his eyes at Woongki's words. Kahit hindi niya binanggit na tungkol sa lalaki, halatang-halata naman sa mga kaibigan niya kung ano talaga ang bumabagabag sa kanya.
JL looked down at the shirt and nodded. It hugged his chest and shoulders perfectly, accentuating the lean lines of his body. The high neck gave him a subtle air of sophistication, and the bold graphics added edge. He imagined himself moving through the party, the sleek fabric catching the light, every glance drawn to him without effort.
Shuaibo added, “And you can pair it with these pants.” He held up a pair of fitted black trousers with subtle silver zippers and panels. “Comfortable, but still stylish. You’ll move, dance, look amazing, and still feel free. Oh diba, basta kami ni Ki ang pumipili ng damit mo, mas lalo kang gumaganda.”
"More like nagiging pokpok." JL commented with a smile.
"Pokpok with class." Woongki playfully corrected.
Jeongwoo chimed in, “Don’t forget the accessories. Chains, rings... let them see the full Jay Lawrence effect. Confidence is key, and this outfit screams it.”
JL couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips.
Fine, he thought. If I can’t get Steven out of my system, then I’ll just make tonight about me. About being irresistible in my own way.
As Woongki helped him into the clothes, adjusting the cropped top and layering the chains, JL caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His sharp jawline, tousled hair, and the way the fitted top and sleek pants hugged his figure, it was bold, daring, and undeniably him. He ran a hand along the chains draped across his torso, feeling the weight and texture, and allowed himself a small, private laugh.
Yeah... tonight, I’ll shine on my own terms.
Shuaibo stepped back, hands on his hips, nodding approvingly. “Damn, JL, you’re going to kill it tonight. Look at you, baby. Sharp, edgy, confident. No one’s going to forget you walking in.”
Jeongwoo added, smiling softly, “And we’ll be there. Watching, supporting, making sure no one messes with our star.”
JL’s chest swelled, a mix of pride, excitement, and lingering frustration. He wasn’t going to Steven’s condo tonight. He wasn’t waiting for anyone. Tonight, he was going to live, laugh, and command attention the Jay Lawrence Gaspar style.
And if that tiny, bitter part of him still wished for Steven, he could bury it deep beneath the thrill of the night, at least for now.
Woongki tossed him a final accessory, a chunky silver bracelet, and said with a grin, “Okay, all set. Let’s go turn some heads.”
JL glanced at his reflection one last time, hair perfectly tousled, makeup highlighting his sharp cheekbones, outfit edgy and striking. He smirked.
Fine. Tonight, I’ll remind myself exactly why I can get whoever I want.
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By the time they arrived at the club, the neon lights were buzzing with color, the bass reverberating through the floor like it had its own heartbeat. It was already past 10:30 P.M., and the air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and excitement. Everywhere JL looked, people were laughing, shouting over the music, and swaying to the rhythm. Without thinking, he slipped effortlessly into the crowd, moving like he belonged, because he did.
He was JL Gaspar, after all.
Minutes passed, and the initial awkwardness melted away. He let the music take over, his body moving instinctively, hips swaying, hands brushing past strangers as he danced. The alcohol on his tongue was bitter, but it helped, just a little, to push someone, him, out of his mind. He laughed when a stranger bumped into him, shrugged when a hand grazed his waist, and for the first time in a long while, he felt free.
And then came Hanseo.
Or, at least, that’s the name the guy gave when he smiled down at JL, hands settling firmly on his waist. They danced, more like grinding against each other than anything else, the stranger moving confidently, guiding JL without a word. For a fleeting second, JL forgot about Steven Kim entirely, the racing heart, the lingering thoughts, the ache that never really left him. He just... existed in the moment.
Time blurred. Drinks were downed, laughs shared with friends between songs, but eventually, the night began to wind down. JL waved at his friends goodbye, the stranger, Hanseo, arm casually draped around his shoulders.
“Hoy, iuwi mo ng buo yang kaibigan namin ha!” Shuaibo called, nudging him teasingly.
“Grabe ka naman para naman akong papatayin.” JL muttered, laughing and rolling his eyes, though his face burned with the familiar heat of attention. His friends laughed back, teasing him further as he made his way out of the club, Hanseo steady by his side.
"Patayin sa sarap, oo." Woongki joked.
By the time they reached the parking lot, JL was dizzy from the music, the drinks, and the overwhelming buzz of the night. But then Hanseo suddenly stopped.
“Shit. Wait lang, ganda. I think naiwan ko yung car keys ko sa table.” He said. “Wait here for a bit ha?”
JL only nodded, too lightheaded to protest. He slid down onto the pavement, letting his head hang low, trying to gather some of the spinning thoughts in his clouded mind.
It was just a few seconds after Hanseo walked back inside that JL noticed movement, a pair of shoes stopping right in front of him. He lifted his head slowly, squinting through the haze of alcohol, and froze.
The figure was bent slightly forward, observing him, shadowed by the dim glow of the parking lights. Something about the stance, the tilt of the head, it was familiar, hauntingly so.
“H-Hanseo?” JL slurred, unsure if he wanted confirmation.
The stranger let out a dry, almost amused chuckle, low and deliberate. “That’s his name?”
Something cold and electric shot through JL’s veins. Even with the alcohol clouding his senses, even with the noise and movement of the club still pulsing in his head, he knew. He knew that voice. That tone. That unmistakable cadence.
“Oh...” he muttered under his breath, heart thudding like a drum.
Professor Kim was here.
JL’s stomach turned over, a mixture of panic and anticipation tangling together. His head felt dizzy, his thoughts scrambled like loose papers in the wind. He wanted to stand, to run, to say something intelligent, but all he could do was freeze where he was, the alcohol giving him courage and fear in equal measure.
Tangina. Anong ginagawa nito dito? Wala ba siyang nakitang pamalit sakin?
The figure straightened slightly, stepping into the faint light, and JL finally saw him. Professor Kim, hands casually in his pockets, lips tugged in that infuriating half-smile that always made JL’s chest tighten. His eyes, sharp and knowing, flicked over JL like he’d been expecting him all along.
“JL...” The voice was softer now, almost teasing, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “Ang saya-saya mo ah. Masyado bang madali ang exam ko at nakalimutan mo na agad yung napag-usapan natin?”
JL’s throat went dry.
“P-Professor Kim...” His voice cracked slightly, betraying his nervousness. He tried to stand straighter, to look composed, but the alcohol made it difficult to balance between courage and embarrassment.
Professor Kim’s gaze softened, yet carried that weight of authority and something else, something JL wasn’t quite ready to name. “Hmm. Mukhang nag-eenjoy ka naman. I can see it in your eyes.”
JL swallowed hard, heart hammering against his ribs. He wanted to answer, wanted to say yeah, I am...but the words stuck somewhere between panic and excitement. He had come to the club to forget. To have fun. To get someone off his mind.
Yet now, here, in the dim glow of the parking lot, the alcohol fog mingling with the heat in his cheeks, he realized he hadn’t forgotten. Not at all.
Professor Kim took another step closer, hands still relaxed in his pockets, but the presence, the command in the air, made JL’s knees threaten to give out.
“You look... different tonight.” The professor said casually, as if noting the way JL’s hair fell over his forehead, the slight flush in his cheeks, the careless confidence that still lingered despite the tipsy sway of his body. "I would like to think you dressed up for me. But no, instead of being in my condo, you're here. In the club. Enjoying yourself."
JL’s brain short-circuited.
Wait. Why does he sound mad? Akala ko ba may kasama to?
He laughed nervously, a short, awkward sound.
“I... uh... just... dancing lang po...” JL managed to say, fumbling over his words.
Professor Kim’s half-smile deepened, a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Dancing, huh? You dance very... passionately for someone who’s supposed to be somewhere else.”
JL froze again, a little embarrassed, a little exhilarated. The world narrowed down to the two of them. The thumping echo of the club behind them, the cool night air, the faint hum of cars in the lot, and that impossible pull of the man standing in front of him.
This is... bad. So bad. And I can’t look away.
JL thought, chest tightening, mind spinning, body trembling from more than just the alcohol.
Bakit pa kasi siya andito? Yun na yun eh. Makaka-move on na ako. Lintek na lalaki to. Ayaw talaga akong maging masaya!
Professor Kim finally straightened, still studying him, a teasing lilt in his voice. “So... sasakay ka willingly or do I have to drag you out of here? Your choice.”
JL’s breath hitched.
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. All he could do was stare, heart hammering, as the world continued spinning, faster now, in ways he couldn’t control.
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The ride from the club to Steven’s condo took barely fifteen minutes, but JL felt like hours had passed in his own head. Thoughts bounced around frantically, regrets, insecurities, and the kind of fear that tightened his chest every time he imagined Steven with someone else. He didn’t even know what he was expecting from tonight, or from Steven. All he knew was that being here, now, was enough to make him both nervous and unwilling to leave.
Steven’s condo was the physical embodiment of him. Sleek, minimalist, and impossibly refined.
The living room boasted an L-shaped leather couch, soft and black, that seemed to swallow JL whole as he settled into it. The floor gleamed, polished wood reflecting the subtle, warm glow of strategically placed LED lights. On one side, a glass wall revealed the cityscape, twinkling like distant stars. There was no clutter, only a few carefully chosen pieces of art that whispered sophistication without ever screaming for attention. Every surface, every corner, felt curated, yet intimate, as if it had been designed for moments like this, moments between just the two of them.
Steven slid a glass of water in front of him, his hand brushing JL’s ever so slightly.
“Drink.” he said, voice gentle but with an undertone that made JL’s stomach flutter.
JL took the glass, muttering a soft, “T-Thanks.”
His hands trembling ever so slightly. He lifted it to his lips, trying to calm the storm of thoughts racing in his head. But even as the water went down, the silence that followed was suffocating.
It was Steven who broke it.
“Bakit hindi ka pumunta?” His eyes, sharp and calculating, held JL captive.
JL knew the answer, of course.
He’d been scared... scared that Steven would’ve changed his mind, scared that by showing up he’d find someone else instead of the space he felt entitled to. But the words lodged in his throat, too heavy to release.
Instead, he let out a nervous chuckle, a weak attempt at deflection. “Ah... nakalimutan ko...”
Steven’s brow arched, unimpressed. “Nakalimutan? Baby, wag mo akong niloloko. If you keep lying, then paulit-ulit ko nalang itatanong ‘to hanggang magsawa ka.”
JL bit his lip, heat rising to his cheeks. He tried, desperately, to change the subject. “Eh, ikaw...b akit mo ako dinala dito, ha?”
Steven smirked, leaning back slightly, but his gaze never left JL. “Alam mo naman ang sagot, eh. Bakit ka pa nagtatanong?”
JL felt irritation flare.
Steven was always, always, too clever, too handsome, too damn magnetic. Every word, every glance seemed calculated to get under his skin, and yet he hated that he was falling for it.
He then pouted, and then he crossed his arms as he met Steven’s gaze with a fiery, stubborn edge. “Asan na yung babae mo? Bakit di na lang siya yung dinala mo rito? Mukhang kating-kati siyang maikama ka kanina pa. Nakakahiya naman sa inyo. Siguro kung wala ako dun sa classroom kanina, may nangyari na sa inyo.”
The words slipped out before JL could stop them, and he immediately wished he could retract them. But Steven only chuckled, a deep, low sound that made JL’s chest tighten in a way that was both infuriating and intoxicating.
Without a word, Steven moved, fluid and deliberate, and sat beside him. In one smooth motion, he scooped JL onto his lap, holding him close, guiding him with a gentle authority that made JL’s heart race.
JL hated to admit it, but the position, so intimate, so possessive, felt too good.
His cheeks burned. His mind screamed at him to resist, to assert some semblance of control, yet every nerve in his body seemed to melt under Steven’s touch.
“You jealous, baby?” Steven murmured, eyes dark, intense, with a fire JL wasn’t ready to face. There was something softer there too, a fondness JL didn’t want to acknowledge, scared he might be imagining.
JL pouted, trying to mask the heat that spread across him. “No... why would I be jealous? Mas maganda naman ako dun, mas makinis, mas magaling.”
Steven’s smirk widened, predatory but playful. “Exactly. So why would I even look for someone else, huh? When you’re right here?”
JL’s irritation bubbled up again, tinged with disbelief. “Then why did you flirt back with her kanina? Enjoy na enjoy ka pa nga eh!”
Steven chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to JL’s neck, right under the sensitive line where jaw met shoulder. “I just wanted a reaction, baby. You’re cute when you try to focus on your exam.”
JL’s fists curled at his sides, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance swirling inside him. He felt like a fool, like he was being toyed with.
He was about to stand, voice sharp with indignation, “Uuwi na ako...” but Steven’s hands were suddenly firm on his waist, holding him in place.
“I got my reaction...” Steven murmured, his voice dark, low. “Pero I didn’t like how it turned out. I didn’t like how you ignored me... how you didn’t show up tonight. How that Hanseo kid almost had you for himself. Kung hindi ko nakita yung post ni Woongki after snooping your social media, I wouldn’t even know where you were. Walang texts, walang kahit ano...”
Guilt pricked at JL, making his stomach knot. He chewed on his lip, barely audible. “Eh, it’s your fault naman.”
Steven’s lips curled into a dark, playful smile. “Anong gusto mo, baby? Kantutin ba kita sa harap niya para malaman mong sayo lang ako?”
JL’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing crimson.
“Tangina mo, Steven Kim...” he muttered, half exasperated, half awed. His heart hammered, mind reeling with conflicting impulses, anger, desire, shame, and an unspoken longing he didn’t want to admit.
The condo around them seemed to disappear. The city lights, the minimalist furnishings, even the quiet hum of the AC faded into insignificance as Steven’s presence consumed every inch of his attention. And for the first time that night, JL realized that no matter how much he wanted to resist, part of him didn’t want to.
Steven’s hands dug into JL’s hips, holding him tighter against his body, almost as if he could imprint him into his very skin. The heat of his grip made JL shiver, his body instinctively arching closer. Steven’s eyes darkened, stormy and possessive, as he leaned closer, his voice low and sharp.
“Tell me...” he murmured, “...bakit mo hinayaan ‘yung Hanseo na yun na hawakan ka?”
JL froze, his chest tightening. His mind raced, he hadn’t expected Steven to see anything at the club, and yet here he was, intense and unrelenting. Steven didn’t wait for an answer, just continued, his tone a mix of irritation and barely contained lust.
“Pagdating ko sa club...” Steven said, voice deepening, “I saw you. Grinding, enjoying yourself... laughing, moving against him. And I swear, if I wanted to, I’d have knocked the hell out of that guy just to get my hands on you. Wala akong pakialam kahit may makakita sa atin.”
JL’s stomach twisted, part guilt, part arousal. He wanted to hide, to protest, but the weight of Steven’s gaze pinned him in place. Every word, every confession, was like a fire burning closer, igniting a longing JL could no longer deny.
“Tangina, baby. I was seconds away from grabbing you out of his hands.” Steven muttered, his grip on JL's waist tightening.
Steven’s hands roamed slowly but deliberately, tracing the curve of JL’s hips and the small of his back, not cruel, but possessive, territorial.
“Do you even know how long I’ve wanted you?” Steven whispered, voice dropping to a raw, confessional tone. “Ever since the start of the semester, baby... you always caught my eyes. Always. Pero I stopped myself... kasi you’re my student, and I can’t. I can’t cross that line...”
JL’s breath hitched. Every confession, every syllable, made his chest pound. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out, touch, react.
“But yesterday...” Steven’s voice thickened, low and rough, almost reverberating against JL’s skin. He pressed closer, the heat of his body radiating through the thin space between them. His lips traced a dangerous path, first brushing JL’s cheek, then the bridge of his nose, lingering at the curve of his jaw. Each touch was deliberate, leaving sparks in its wake.
“Yesterday, I got a taste of you...” His words were nearly a growl now, laden with need. “...and now, I don’t know how to stop myself anymore. I’m... obsessed, JL.”
JL’s breath hitched. His chest felt tight, heart hammering so fast he was sure Steven could hear it.
“I can’t... I can’t think straight when it comes to you.” Steven admitted, voice breaking in that familiar way that made JL ache. “Parang nakakalimutan ko lahat ng panunumpa ko, lahat ng prinsipyo ko... pagdating sayo.” He paused, letting the weight of his confession sink in.
“And hell...” Steven’s lips grazed JL’s ear now, his warm breath sending shivers down his spine. “...I would kill for you if you so much as commanded me.”
JL’s knees threatened to buckle, the world narrowing down to Steven’s heat, his voice, the dangerous intensity in his gaze. He wanted to speak, to protest, to push him away, but every part of him betrayed him, caught between fear, longing, and something impossibly magnetic that Steven drew from him.
JL’s pulse raced so fast he thought it might burst from his chest. Steven’s lips, warm and teasing, pressed along his face, never lingering on the lips, just enough to drive him wild. Each kiss was a promise and a torment all at once, cheeks, jaw, neck, even the sensitive area just below his ear.
He could no longer hold back.
The confession, the desire, the possessiveness, everything combined into a force that pushed him over the edge. With a shuddering breath, JL’s hands found Steven’s chin, tilting it upward with urgency.
Before Steven could react, JL pressed his lips to his, hard, needing, claiming.
Steven froze for a fraction of a second, then responded immediately, lips moving against his with equal hunger. The kiss was explosive, desperate, hot. Tongues tangled, teeth brushed, and the world outside Steven’s condo ceased to exist.
JL’s hands roamed over Steven’s shoulders, pulling him impossibly close, feeling every solid, controlled inch of him against his body. Steven groaned low, a sound that sent a shiver down JL’s spine, his own body burning in response.
They moved together in the couch, heat radiating from every touch, every press of their bodies. Steven’s hands tangled in JL’s hair, tilting his head back, exposing his neck to more insistent kisses. JL moaned into the kiss, his chest rising and falling, every nerve screaming for more, yet savoring every second.
“I hate you...” JL whispered against Steven’s lips, “I hate the fact that I fucking want you so bad...”
“Shh...” Steven hushed him with a possessive kiss, smirking against his lips before claiming them again. His lips were demanding, coaxing, and utterly addicting. Every confession, every possessive word, every teasing gesture culminated into this, this heated, unrestrained, utterly consuming kiss.
JL had wanted this for so long, but now that he had it, it was overwhelming. His fingers dug into Steven’s shoulders as if grounding himself to reality, but he didn’t want to stop. Every nerve, every thought, was consumed by Steven. And for the first time that night, JL let himself fully surrender, to the desire, to the confession, to the man holding him, claiming him, and making him his.
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering candles scattered across the living room. The warm glow cast shadows on the walls, dancing in sync with the soft music playing in the background. Steven reclined on the couch, one arm draped casually over the backrest, while JL sat on top of him, legs tucked around Steven’s waist.
Steven turned to look at JL, his eyes shining with desire.
“You’re so beautiful...” Steven murmured, his voice low and rough, almost a growl. His fingers reached out instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair behind JL’s ear, lingering a moment longer than necessary. The simple touch sent a shiver down JL’s spine.
“Would’ve fucked you in the classroom the moment you walked in.” He added, teeth grazing JL’s earlobe as he spoke, his words hot against the soft skin. “Pagpasok mo pa lang gusto na kitang halikan.”
JL’s breath hitched, his cheeks heating to a soft, desperate pink. He bit down on his lower lip, leaning instinctively into Steven’s hand, craving more contact, more of him.
“Me too.” he admitted, voice trembling. “I want you... so bad.”
A slow, sharp smile tugged at the corners of Steven’s lips as his hands traced down JL’s arm, deliberately teasing, possessive.
“Tell me, baby. Nag-ayos ka ba para sa akin kanina? Hm?” His teeth found the curve of JL’s ear again, nipping lightly, testing, coaxing a reaction.
JL gasped, warmth flooding him, heat pooling low in his chest.
“Y-Yes... only you... I wanted to look pretty for you.” He whispered, voice barely audible but dripping with longing.
Steven’s chest rose with a low chuckle, rough and possessive, his fingers threading through JL’s hair as he pulled him slightly closer.
“Tangina... sakin ka lang talaga.” He breathed, pressing his forehead to JL’s, eyes dark, smoldering with desire and a touch of pride, as if staking his claim in the most intimate, unspoken way.
JL shivered against him, heart pounding, every nerve alight with anticipation. The world seemed to narrow until it was just the heat between them, the brush of skin, the whispered confessions that made the air thick and heavy, impossible to ignore.
Without hesitation, Steven closed the distance between them again, capturing JL’s lips in a passionate kiss. Their mouths moved in perfect synchronization, tongues dancing and exploring as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.
JL moaned softly, pressing his body against Steven’s, feeling the growing bulge in his pants.
Steven’s hands roamed JL’s body, caressing his curves and sending shivers down his spine. He slid his fingers under JL’s shirt, eagerly exploring the smooth skin beneath.
“Fuck baby... you’re driving me crazy...” Steven panted, breaking the kiss. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
JL responded by pulling off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. Steven couldn’t resist, leaning down to place hot, open-mouthed kisses along JL’s collarbone and down his chest. He took a nipple between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue until JL gasped in pleasure.
Steven’s hand slid down JL’s stomach, fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a quick tug, he pulled them down, along with JL’s boxers, exposing his throbbing erection.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me na, baby?” Steven growled, wrapping his fingers around JL’s shaft and stroking it slowly. “Napakalibog mo talaga, baby no?”
“Ah, S-Steven—” JL whimpered, arching his back as Steven’s hand worked its magic. “That feels s-so good.”
Steven’s hands lingered on JL’s sides for a moment before he gently, deliberately slid him off his lap, letting the younger’s body land softly on the couch. JL’s pulse fluttered in anticipation, every nerve ending alive with a mix of excitement and nervous tension.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Steven sank to his knees in front of JL, eyes dark and hungry as he took in the sight of him, legs slightly parted, exposed. His fingers traced lightly along JL’s thighs, teasing, testing, making the younger shiver under his touch.
“Ganda mo talaga.” Steven whispered, admiring the view in front of him. “Sarap mong araw-arawin.”
JL’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping his lips as his hands twitched at his sides, wanting, needing to reach for Steven but frozen under the intensity of the older man’s gaze. The room seemed to shrink around them, every sound, the faint hum of the air conditioner, their ragged breaths, amplified in the heat of the moment.
Steven’s hands slid closer, fingertips ghosting over JL’s inner thighs, sending sparks of desire shooting through him. He looked up, catching JL’s wide-eyed gaze, and whispered low, almost reverently, “You’re mine.”
JL’s knees trembled slightly, heat pooling low as a soft moan escaped him, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched Steven’s deliberate, intoxicating pace.
Steven leaned down, taking JL’s cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum leaking from the slit. He bobbed his head, taking JL deeper into his throat with each movement. JL fisted his hands in Steven’s hair, tugging lightly as he pushed his hips forward, fucking Steven’s face.
Suddenly, Steven pulled back, leaving JL panting and needy. He stood up, quickly stripping off his own clothes, revealing his toned physique and impressive erection.
“I need to taste you.” He said huskily, pushing JL onto his back on the couch. He spread JL’s legs, diving between them to bury his face in JL’s ass.
JL cried out in surprise and pleasure as Steven’s tongue swiped over his hole.
“Oh god, yes!" He moaned, grabbing the couch cushions for support. Steven licked and sucked, teasing JL’s entrance with the tip of his tongue. He pushed his fingers inside, curling them just right to hit JL’s prostate.
“Fuck, you’re so tight...” Steven groaned, adding a third finger and thrusting deeper. “Kahapon lang naman kita kinantot, bakit ang sikip pa rin?”
JL could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of pleasure. “H-Haaa.... sarap...”
Steven’s fingers were magical, hitting all the right spots and driving him wild. He bucked his hips, fucking himself on Steven’s hand, desperate for more.
“Puta... look at you...” Steven whispered, his voice rough and low, sending shivers down JL’s spine. He traced slow, deliberate patterns along JL’s rim, his fingers and lips moving in a teasing rhythm that made JL’s body tense and quiver.
JL gasped, arching instinctively, unable to contain the shivers and moans escaping him. “Ah... don’t stop... please... Steven—”
His words were breathless, messy with longing and need, a reflection of how overwhelming Steven’s touch was.
Steven pulled back slightly, just enough to let his eyes roam over JL’s face, reading every expression of want, every flicker of vulnerability and desire. A slow, wicked smile curved his lips.
“Putang-puta ka na naman, baby.” Steven murmured, voice low, husky, full of possessive heat.
JL’s chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension between them crackling in the air. “S-Steven... I—”
His voice broke, a mixture of desperation and delight, and he could feel just how deeply Steven had him, how completely consumed he was by the other’s attention.
However, Steven suddenly pulled away, giving JL’s hole one last lick before standing up. He grabbed a lube from a hidden compartment underneath his couch, then he quickly added a decent amount around his cock. He positioned himself at JL's entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against the slick hole.
“Ready for me, baby?” Steven asked, his voice low and full of lust.
“Please—” JL begged, looking up at him with hooded eyes. “I need you inside me.”
With a grunt, Steven pushed forward, breaching JL’s tight entrance. They both groaned at the sensation, Steven’s cock stretching JL’s hole deliciously. He bottomed out, giving JL a moment to adjust before starting to move.
“Oh fuck, you feel incredible...” Steven panted, setting a steady rhythm. “Sorry, can’t wait na. I need to fuck you.”
He pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, hitting JL’s prostate with each thrust. “Tangina...”
JL wrapped his legs around Steven’s waist, holding him close as he rocked into him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mixed with their moans and cries of pleasure. Steven leaned down, capturing JL’s lips in a searing kiss as he continued to pound into him.
“Sikip mo talaga.” Steven’s voice was barely more than a growl as he pressed his lips to JL’s, each word vibrating against him like fire. “Araw-arawin na lang kaya kita, hm? O kaya ikulong na lang kita dito sa condo ko para gawing sarili kong parausan?”
JL’s chest heaved, eyes wide and glistening as he stared up at Steven, his voice trembling with need. “Haaa—! Please!”
Steven didn’t hesitate.
His movements became faster, harder, every thrust deliberate yet frenzied, as if he were trying to carve JL into his very being. It was raw, desperate, a storm of hunger and obsession, and with each motion, JL felt the world shrink until there was nothing but them, heat, and the sharp, intoxicating rhythm of their bodies colliding.
The effect JL had on Steven was undeniable, every nerve, every thought consumed by the younger, by the way he clenched around him, by the way he gasped and whimpered. It was maddening, in the most delicious way.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Sarap! Sarap po!” JL moaned, trying to catch his breath, hands clutching at Steven’s shoulders as if holding on for dear life. His voice cracked between gasps, each sound feeding the fire that burned higher within Steven. “Hnghh.... haaaa—shit bilisan mo pa!”
Steven groaned, teeth sinking into JL’s neck for a moment, savoring the helpless shiver that ran through him, and then drove forward with renewed intensity. Every motion was a declaration, every gasp and moan a plea and an offering all at once.
Nararamdaman na ni JL ang apoy sa kanyang tiyan, hudyat na malapit na siyang labasan. Bawat kadyot ni Steven ay mas lalong nagpapabilis ng tibok ng puso niya at nagpapaigting ng init sa kanyang katawan. Konting ulos pa mula sa nakakatanda at hindi na niya napigilan ang isang malakas at walang pigil na ungol na lumabas mula sa kanyang bibig, kasabay ng pagtalsik ng tamod niya sa kanyang katawan.
Napatingin si Steven, humihingal, mata’y nagliliyab. Sa bawat saglit, sa bawat kadyot, mas lalo niyang nakikita kung gaano kaganda at kaakit-akit si JL sa ganitong estado. He looks even more beautiful when he’s getting fucked stupid.
“Shit... sarap mo.” Bulong ni Steven, boses ay mabigat at may lalong pagnanasa habang dahan-dahang sinasalo ang tamod ni JL sa kanyang mga kamay.
Then he slowly, scooped JL’s cum with his fingers and brought it to his lips, tasting the younger.
“Tamis, gago.” Steven whispered as he tasted more of JL’s cum. “Kantutin na lang kita araw-araw para lagi kitang natitikman.”
JL’s eyes followed every movement Steven made, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft, involuntary moan at the sight. Steven looked impossibly hot, sweat glistening on his skin, hair tousled and sticking to his forehead, every line of his body taut with need. The sight alone sent heat crawling through JL’s veins, making him shiver with anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, Steven gripped JL’s hips and flipped them over, positioning the younger on top. The sudden shift made JL gasp, his chest pressing against Steven’s, the warmth between them sparking an even fiercer hunger.
“Ride me, baby.” Steven growled, his hands firm yet guiding, pulling JL down onto him with a mix of authority and need. Every inch of Steven’s body pressed up, every heartbeat pounding under JL’s palm, and JL felt the delicious friction ignite his core.
JL’s breath hitched as he adjusted, leaning closer to Steven, the scent, the heat, the raw lust between them almost unbearable. Every movement, every gasp, every shiver drew them deeper into each other, like they were burning together, and neither wanted it to end.
“H-Haaaa... Steven... sarap fuck—”
“Come on. Move, baby.” Steven growled as he gripped JL’s hips, forcing him to move on top of him. “Pakita mo paano ka kagaling gumiling.”
JL braced himself against Steven’s chest, rising up before sinking back down. He set a slow, sensual pace, grinding his hips and swiveling them to take Steven even deeper. Steven thrust up to meet him, his hands roaming over JL’s body, caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
“Hnghhh—ah! Ah!” JL gasped, each movement trembling with need.
“Ganyan nga... good boy...” Steven’s voice was a low, ragged whisper, punctuated by groans as he watched JL ride him. “Shit. Sobrang ganda mong tingnan, mahal.”
Every inch of the younger looked irresistible, flushed with heat, hair sticking to his sweat-slicked skin, every motion sending shivers down Steven’s spine.
Unable to resist, Steven leaned up, pressing wet, hungry kisses along JL’s neck, leaving dark, deliberate love bites across the smooth, pale skin. His lips burned into JL’s flesh as if marking territory, wanting every mark to last a lifetime.
Let everyone see. I want them to see who he belongs to, Steven thought, a possessive fire lighting his gaze.
“Ahhngh! S-Sir... fuck—” JL moaned, clutching at Steven’s shoulders as he rode him harder, leaning down, grinding into every inch of Steven’s length. “Sarap! H-Haaa... diinan mo pa please—hnghh!”
“Tangina. Hayok na hayok ka talaga sa tite, no?” Steven groaned, voice thick with need. “Bakit lagi kang nagiging bobo pag-kinakantot? Ganyan ka ba talaga palagi, baby? Mas lalo tuloy akong nalilibugan sayo, ’lam mo yun?”
In one swift motion, he grabbed JL’s hair, yanking him down to claim his swollen lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
“Sagot.”
“Hnnghhh...”
Every gasp, every whine, every shiver pressed against him was a thrill, driving Steven further into obsession, possession, and pure lust.
Then Steven move his free hand around JL’s cock and started pumping him along with his thrusts. This made the younger almost screamed against his mouth.
“H-Haaaaaa~”
“Fuck... sa susunod, baby, kantutin kita sa harap ni Hanseo. Para makita niyang sakin ka lang. Gusto mo yun?” Steven’s words were low, almost a growl, but they carried a fire that made JL’s body shiver.
The moment the words left his lips, Steven felt JL tighten around him, the younger’s body reacting instantly, needy and raw. A slow, dark smirk spread across Steven’s face.
“Haaa... fuck... gusto mo talagang ginagawa kang puta, ano?” he whispered, voice thick with desire. “Tangina... talagang kakantutin kita sa harap niya. Kakantutin kita hanggang sa mabuntis ka. You want that, right?”
JL whimpered, body trembling at the sheer intensity of Steven’s words, heat pooling deep inside him. Every syllable was a chain, every growl a mark, reminding him exactly who he belonged to, who held him so completely in their grasp.
“Ahhh! Steven...Steven, please—” JL’s voice was strained, trembling with need, every word a desperate plea.
“Fuck! I’m gonna come.” Steven growled, his thrusts quickening, deep and powerful, meeting JL’s bouncing movements perfectly. Every moan, every shiver from JL pushed him closer to the edge, like fire licking at his veins.
“H-Hindi ko na kaya... ayan na... ayan na, sir—lalabasan na ako! Haaaa!” JL cried out, body trembling as heat and pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. “B-Bilisan mo... sagad mo pa—ayan naaaa—fuuuuck~”
“Shiiit. Come with me.” Steven whispered, his voice rough, possessive, a command that made JL shudder in anticipation. “Let go, baby.”
And then, they both exploded together. JL’s cum spilling across his own chest and stomach, some splattering onto Steven’s bare skin, warm and sticky, while Steven’s own release filled him from the inside, heavy and hot, leaving them both trembling, gasping, and utterly spent.
For a moment, the world narrowed to the two of them, their racing hearts, the sheen of sweat, the warmth of shared pleasure. Every touch, every taste, every shiver screamed of possession, need, and a connection that neither could deny.
JL thought it was over.
He relaxed against Steven’s chest, basking in the aftermath, heart still racing, every muscle tingling from what they had just shared. But then, he felt it, Steven was still inside him, and, impossibly, hardening again.
“A-Again?” JL whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of anticipation, disbelief, and hunger rather than fear.
“Tangina... akala mo tapos na ako sayo?” Steven smirked, voice low and dangerous as he pulled JL tighter against him, sliding his cock deeper. JL gasped, a startled yelp escaping him as heat and pleasure collided inside.
“Hngh—aaaah!”
Before JL could recover, Steven lifted him, pressing him against the glossy white grand piano that gleamed beside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condo. The city lights spilled across their skin, catching in the sweat, highlighting every curve and movement, making the moment feel both intimate and exhibitionist.
“Sabi ko naman sayo, diba? Di kita tatantanan hanggang sa mapuno ka ng tamod ko at tanging pangalan ko na lang ang naiisip mo.” Steven growled, hands gripping JL’s hips with a possessive strength that left him breathless.
With that, he thrust into JL relentlessly, each motion punishing, each impact driving heat and pleasure through them both. JL’s nails dug into the piano’s smooth surface, back arching, chest pressing against Steven’s as he was pushed to the edge again and again, utterly claimed, every gasp and whimper a testament to Steven’s dominance and obsession.
Tangina, Steven Kim, you’re a fucking beast.