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Crimson spread across Juntae’s face when the empty bottle stopped spinning and landed straight on the bespectacled boy. Suho and Humin shouted a loud ooohhh while Beomseok couldn’t hold his huge grin. Hyuntak’s disapproval showed clearly on the way he stared at the bottle, probably making a mental curse at how cruel the fate was. Baekjin calmly sipped his beer, seeming amused that the dare he threw for Juntae was resulted in something interesting, and Seongje—oh, Seongje.
He had a smirk on his face, a smug one. His eyes were sharp, piercing through Juntae’s soft and innocent ones. “C’mere, Little Lamb.” His voice was low, dangerously seductive, like he didn’t want to make it easier for the poor boy. “Don’t chicken out, you chose this.”
Seongje patted his thigh, waiting. Juntae’s gulp was visible.
The smirk got even wider when Juntae, just like a little lamb crawling into a wolf’s trap, climbed onto Seongje’s lap. His breath hitched when Seongje placed his hands on his small waist, looking all tiny and fragile—and was so ready to surrender. Something glistened in Seongje’s dark irises, something predatory. He cradled Juntae’s flushed face, keeping him in place as he closed the gap between them. Thin layer of air was just a frail wall that Seongje easily broke.
When their lips met in one long, heated kiss, Juntae’s gasp echoed in Sieun’s ears.
Something churned in his stomach, something he couldn’t name. His chest felt tight, heart achingly clenched. His mind screamed to look away, but he couldn’t. The way Seongje moved his lips, the way his hands crept up Juntae’s lithe figure—he couldn’t look away from all that.
His eyes followed carefully how Seongje rubbed the side of Juntae’s neck, thumb brushing against reddened ears. He stayed there for a moment, drawing a circle that was enough to make Juntae shudder in pleasure. He waited until he was satisfied with the way Juntae reacted, all those moans and swallowed whimpers, before he went back to the waist, slipping his palms beneath the shirt, trailing more heat onto the skin.
It must feel good.
Juntae made noises no one had ever heard before. Breath heavy, he was whimpering when Seongje’s tongue lapped up his lower lip, demanding for an entrance. His fingers made their way into Seongje’s disheveled hair, grabbing onto them like a lifeline. Seongje groaned lowly, jolting an electric sensation through Sieun’s spine.
It must feel good that Juntae started to moan.
Sieun shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He started feeling it, the warmth—and the tent between his legs.
He shouldn’t stay any longer.
He couldn’t.
Seongje hadn’t even finished with his show. Sieun didn’t think he could wait. His legs felt weak thanks to the alcohol in his system, but he forced himself to get up.
“Sieun, where are you going?” Suho was the first one to notice that he was about to leave.
“Gotta go,” Sieun answered while collecting his hoodie and other stuff scattered on the coffee table.
“What—why? We’re not done here!”
“Something’s up.”
“I can see that.”
It was Seongje.
Juntae was still on his lap, head buried into his shoulder. But, Seongje’s attention was no longer on him.
Those eyes, dark and lustful, were locked on Sieun—on his hardened shaft hiding behind black jeans.
Sieun felt shiver creep down his spine.
“... See you guys later.”
He dashed out of Baekjin’s apartment, leaving his friends with questions on their faces. He needed to get away, needed to breathe—needed to calm his dick down. The fresh autumn air would help clear his mind from the replaying scene of Seongje kissing Juntae, of how those lips moved, tongues danced, Juntae’s lewd whines.
He hadn’t even reached the apartment gate when he squatted down, face hiding against his arms. He could feel the bulge clenching tight under his pants, throbbing in pain and want.
But then, he heard it. Footsteps. That voice.
“Why in a hurry, Princess?”
It seemed Seongje didn’t want to leave him alone.
He didn’t move an inch, but was highly aware of Seongje’s presence looming over him. He couldn’t see it, but he knew Seongje was squatting in front of him—too close.
“Go away.”
“No~pe.”
For God’s sake, the way he smacked his lips to press on the P sounded so annoying Sieun held the urge to hit him in the face.
Sieun groaned, irritated. “What do you want?” His voice muffled, but it bit.
“Just checking on you. Just in case you need my help.”
He froze. The way Seongje said it—he knew.
“Fuck off, Seongje.”
“Oh, c’mon, Princess!” Seongje snickered. “Just admit it.”
“There’s nothing to admit.”
“Liar. You think I didn’t see it, huh.” He could feel Seongje leaning over—could feel his hot breath on his ear. “You got a boner seeing me and Juntae.”
At the very moment, Sieun hoped the earth cracked open and swallowed him whole.
“... Shut up.”
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Shut up.”
Seongje scoffed—it almost felt like a mockery. “You only need to tell me what you want,” he then said in a low voice. “You know I will gladly give it to you, Princess.”
Sieun finally managed to muster his courage to raise his head, and the first thing that greeted him was Seongje’s gaze.
The predatory glint was still there, darkened with thirst. Sieun felt his heart hammer in its cage, knowing Seongje could see through him.
Through his hunger.
Through his desire.
“Now, say it, Princess,” Sieun exhaled a shaky breath through his nose, “do you want me?”
He did.
Sieun did.
The door of Sieun’s apartment unit slammed shut behind his back, making a loud thud, but he couldn’t care less. Seongje pinned him against the wall, lips capturing his own in a hungry kiss, hands finding their way into Sieun’s hoodie, caressing the bare skin underneath the fabric.
He was breathless. Soft moan tried to escape when Seongje pressed a leg against his crotched, rubbing it slowly, teasingly, but it was muffled by the kiss. It was intoxicating he was dizzy, but he wanted more.
“You’re cute,” Seongje muttered when he pulled away, only to lock his lips on Sieun’s neck, peppering it with tickling kisses. “You’re always calm and composed, I always wondered what you would be like if I touched you like this.”
Sieun gasped sharply when Seongje grazed his teeth on the clear skin of his neck, just near the collarbone. The pain was stinging and he knew it would leave a mark.
He didn’t mind a mark. He didn’t mind more of them.
Sieun wanted to be marked by Seongje.
Sieun’s neck was red and purple when Seongje was done with his art. A satisfied smirk painted his face, giving a final kiss on the last hickey he made before he moved his hand south, palming Sieun’s already ached cock.
“Someone’s hard here.”
“... And whose fault is that?”
Seongje gave him a smug grin as he proudly answered, “Mine. Of course. My bad.”
Seongje didn’t feel sorry at all.
Sieun watched him unbutton his jeans, all calm and steady, before he pulled them off completely, leaving Sieun only in his underpants. Chill air caressed his almost bare thighs, making him shudder, even more when Seongje got rid of the last layer covering his hardened bulge.
It was all purplish red, twitching as it finally freed from the tight fabric. Seongje smiled, knowing it was his doing, Sieun hard like that.
“Adorable,” he whispered, breathing hot against the already leaking shaft. “You’re getting this wet just by a kiss… or by watching me and Juntae?”
Both. But, Sieun clasped his lips tight. There was no way he told Seongje that he might come if he watched them even a second longer—there was no way he told Seongje that he had pictured them together the moment Juntae crawled onto his lap, that he could feel the touch, the kiss, the heat in his own body.
Seongje didn’t have to know—if he hadn’t known yet.
The taller boy looked up at him, waiting for his answer with a cocky grin. Sieun didn’t want to entertain him.
“You’re gonna suck me or what?”
Or, he had entertained him even more.
“Impatient, are we?”
Sieun couldn’t hold his moan when Seongje wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock; even a single touch managed to make it leak some more. His legs started to tremble when Seongje licked him from the bottom up to the tip, agonizingly slow.
A hitch was sharp and loud when Seongje’s mouth reached the head of his shaft. Hot and wet, Sieun felt like he could come with just a little suck. Sieun’s fingers found their way to Seongje’s hair, pulling the dark strands when Seongje teased the slit with his tongue. Hips buckling, Sieun couldn’t decide whether he wanted to escape from Seongje or he wanted more, but Seongje’s hands pushed his hips against the wall, keeping him in place.
“Stay still.”
Sieun swore he saw something glisten on those dark orbs, something lewd and mischievous, before Seongje took him all the way.
It was slick. Burning. Deep. Loud moans spilled from his mouth as Seongje bobbed his head, taking him like it was nothing. He could feel it, how his length reached deep into Seongje’s throat, and the wet sounds just made it feel better.
Sieun couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Seongje—” It was close. Too close. “Seongje, stop—I’m gonna—”
He tried to push Seongje’s head away, but the man didn’t budge. Instead, he took Sieun deeper, tip hitting the throat—and Sieun saw stars.
White ropes shot. Seongje took it all. He let go of Sieun with a loud pop, smirking as he licked his lower lip.
“Sweet.”
Sieun’s face was all red and flustered, both from the hard cum he had had and the embarrassment, knowing Seongje had gulped him down, nothing left.
“You don’t have to,” Sieun muttered, eyes watching Seongje get back up to his feet, letting his lips be captured in a short kiss.
“I wanted to.”
“Why?”
“Because you tasted good.” He gasped quietly when Seongje palmed his ass, groping on the supple flesh. “Why are you cute, Yeon Sieun?”
“Shut up.”
He hated how Seongje kept making him flushed—but he also felt good. It felt good, what Seongje did to him. The gentle massage, the small, ticklish kisses on his ear. Sieun couldn’t help but get hard once again, and from the low chuckle, Sieun knew Seongje could feel his dick poking against him.
But, Seongje was also hard. The bulge was clearly visible; it couldn’t be left unnoticed.
It was pathetic when even thinking about how big Seongje’s dick was managed to make him twitch in excitement. Sieun couldn’t look away—couldn’t even hold his hand from reaching to the covered shaft, palming Seongje’s crotch. His heart jumped happily when he heard a low, short growl coming from Seongje—when he felt those sharp, fierce eyes locking him up.
“Wanna do something with it, Princess?”
“Must be painful.”
“It is. Can you help me with that?”
Sieun looked up, eyes meeting with Seongje’s darkened ones. The more he rubbed the taller guy’s hard cock, the more ragged Seongje’s breath. His face started to redden, lips shut tight as he enjoyed the friction, even though Sieun knew it was far from enough.
And, he looked so handsome.
Geum Seongje was always attractive. Sieun hated that he fell for that face since the beginning of their friendship. But, right then, with his face flushed and a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead—Seongje looked way more handsome.
“Do you want me to help you with it?” His hands worked on Seongje’s jeans, unbuttoning it as he spoke. “Wanna fuck my mouth?”
“Fuck yes, Princess.”
Sieun didn’t waste his time dropping to his knees. The long shaft was exposed when Sieun pulled down all the pants; Seongje wasn’t even better than him before he was given a head. It was hard, veins pulsating when Sieun took it in a gentle grab, stroking it as slow as he could as an attempt to take a small revenge.
“You like it?” Seongje put a hand on the back of Sieun’s head, pushing him a little until his face met with the hardened meat. “Bet you’ll look pretty with my dick in your mouth.”
Sieun only hummed, trailing kisses from the bottom to the top. Seongje smelled like how Sieun always imagined it—masculine scent, dominating.
It matched with how Seongje tasted. Sieun struggled with the size, mouth was too small for a cock that big, but he forced himself to take it all. Inch by inch, slowly but sure.
“Fuck,” Seongje muttered under his rough breath. “Such a small mouth.”
Seongje was warm. In his mouth, Sieun could feel how he twitched when he started moving his head. Slow at first, as Sieun adjusted to it, but then he started to up his pace.
The groans became louder, and it was satisfying because it was all his own doing—Seongje felt good because of him. His own shaft was completely hard only by him sucking Seongje, musky aroma leading his dick to leaking a slick once again.
“You’re so good, Baby.” Seongje’s praise sent shivers all over his body. He hummed softly, throat vibrating against Seongje’s sensitive rod, and the man growled. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
Sieun almost lost his breath when Seongje grabbed his head with both hands, keeping him in place. Hips starting to jerk, Sieun gasped sharply when Seongje thrust into his mouth.
Tears pooled in his eyes, threatening to trickle as Seongje hit him right on the back of his throat. He grasped onto Seongje’s thighs, trying to slow him down, but Seongje couldn’t even care less. He choked on the cock, gagging in every thrust, jaw burning from being forced open to its limit.
Until he felt it. The different pulse told him one thing: Seongje had almost reached it. He winced when Seongje’s long fingers took tight holds of his hair. Breath heavy, his name rolled on Seongje’s tongue—and he pulled away.
Thick and sticky, Seongje cummed right on his face.
“Shit,” the guy cursed. “You were so good, Princess.”
He helped Sieun stand up, thumb brushing on the white slick on Sieun’s cheek, a useless attempt to clean it up because he just spread it even more. It was gross, though it felt good, and a kiss was enough to make it up.
It started on the lips. Soft, slow, before Seongje’s tongue lapped on his lower lip. Sieun didn’t have to be told twice, knowing he should open his mouth and let Seongje in, and he did. Tongues meeting, tasting each other before the kiss went rougher. Teeth clashing, hands rubbing, Sieun liked how he felt so small under Seongje’s touch.
He yelped when Seongje gripped him on his thighs, this time scooping him up with little to no effort, and he instinctively looped his legs around Seongje’s waist. “Where’s your room?” Seongje asked as he started walking, planting kisses on the weak spots of Sieun’s neck.
Sieun showed him the way with his stare; there was only one door half-opened, and he knew Seongje could immediately see the view of his bedroom. Their lips met once more in a hungry kiss as Seongje brought him in, dropping him on the bed before pulling the rest of his clothes away.
Sieun shuddered when he realized his body had been completely exposed to Seongje’s eyes. His cock was up, wet and slick, twitching in anticipation.
“Pretty,” Seongje said, fingers traced along the searing skin, flushed and sweaty. “You’re beautiful, Sieun-ah.”
Warmth crept on his cheeks, both from his nakedness and Seongje’s praise. It made him feel something, simmering inside his belly.
“I want you,” he whispered, hand palming Seongje’s cheek before it went down to take Seongje’s hand, placing it on his lower stomach. “Wanna feel you here.”
He knew the consequences behind his words. He knew he could cut off the last string of Seongje’s sanity—if there was any. He knew he was right when he stared at Seongje’s eyes and found lust burning inside the dark irises.
He knew he was right when Seongje started stroking him all over, mapping every curve and line of his body.
His back arched a little when Seongje flicked his little bud teasingly, drawing a smug grin on the handsome face.
“You have sensitive little fellas, hmm?” Seongje twisted the brownish nipple a little, only for Sieun to jolt from the sensation. “Lewd. Not anyone feels it here, but look at you.”
He cried when Seongje pinched it a little harder. “Seongje—” he gasped. “P-please.”
“Please what, Princess?” He pressed his blunt nail on the hardened bud, and Sieun couldn’t help but let out wanton cries.
“Please—!” He bucked his hips, cock leaking even more. “Play—play with them. Please.”
“Play with what?” Seongje bent over, mouth only half an inch from the perked nipple, breath warm against it. “Say what you want, Baby.”
“My—” It was embarrassing, but Seongje kept teasing. Pulling, pinching, all just light touches when Sieun wanted more. “My nipples. Touch my nipples more, please, Seongje…”
Seongje chuckled, seemingly happy with how Sieun pleaded. Sieun moaned when his mouth took his little bud in, the other was tugged teasingly. Pain stung when Seongje bit his nipple, rolling it with his teeth. Blood rushed south and Sieun felt like he could come only with his nipples being played.
Sieun made soft whines when Seongje’s hand left his chest, leaving the hard nipple alone, but another gasp escaped his throat when he felt a finger rubbed the rim of his hole. Not thrusting, just making teasing circles around it. He rolled his hips, seeking for more frictions. It was dry, but still did feel arousing. Sieun couldn’t help but whimper, eyes looking at Seongje, begging.
“You’re leaking,” Seongje said after giving Sieun’s nipple the last lick. “Look how wet you’re getting just from your nipples teasing. You really have a cute body, Sieun.”
Or, it was because of Seongje. Sieun didn’t remember he had ever felt that way, not with his exes, not even with Suho, when they were still a thing. He believed it was Seongje’s doing. Maybe he really liked Seongje more than he ever thought.
Seongje pushed his finger a little more, teasing the entrance. Sieun moaned, feeling itchy already. His cock hurt, hard pressing on his own stomach. Whining, he pulled Seongje’s shirt, telling he needed more than a tease without words. A low laugh escaped Seongje’s lips, knowing exactly that what he did wasn’t enough—he just loved to see Sieun so desperate, being a mess from a little touch.
“Needy,” he said, positioning himself between Sieun’s legs. His hands pushed Sieun’s thighs open as he bent down, facing the little quivering hole. “Pink. Cute. You’re the cutest, Princess.”
He flushed. Horny and flustered. His legs started trembling when Seongje poked his puckered hole with his tongue, body jolting when he pushed it inside.
“S-seongje—” He wanted to close his legs, but Seongje held them still. Sieun’s toes curled as he felt Seongje go even deeper, licking his tight hole all over. “Ahh—more…”
Moans echoed in the room. It was their first time, but Seongje was a quick learner. It didn’t take long until he finally found the sweet spot, spilling more desperate whimpers from Sieun. It felt good, too good, and Seongje was as ruthless as he ever was. Sieun could feel a smile against his skin, tongue poking on the same spot, pressing and licking there, and Sieun was shuddering.
He squirmed as a wave of pleasure crashed over him, sending him to another climax.
“Was it good?” Seongje straightened his back, happy to see Sieun’s seed on his stomach. “You came untouched.”
Sieun couldn’t even make a proper answer. He panted, chest moving up and down heavily. He purred softly, mouth opened for Seongje’s kiss.
For a moment, there was nothing but slow kisses. Seongje’s weight on him felt safe, and he enjoyed the little pleasure coming from their cocks rubbing together. Sieun whimpered loudly when he cummed one more time by the sweet frictions, and Seongje chuckled at that.
“Can you take more?”
Sieun stared at the taller guy, then to his hardened cock, realizing he had come three times when Seongje only had one when he sucked him off. It wouldn’t be fair if they stopped there—not that he didn’t want to have that dick up in his ass.
“Lube’s in the nightstand, second drawer,” he said quietly. “I don’t think I have condoms, though. Not doing it with anyone lately.”
“Huh.” Seongje reached out to said drawer, immediately finding the lube in a bottle. “Thought you still fucked with Suho.”
“Not in a while. We stopped, actually.”
“Why?”
“Beomseok.”
Seongje raised an eyebrow. “They’re dating?”
Sieun shrugged. “Not sure. He likes Beomseok, though. It’s been a while.”
“That’s why you’re so eager tonight? Because no one touched you?” Sieun wanted to punch Seongje until he couldn’t smirk again—though he thought that smug smirk only made him look even more attractive.
He did punch him. In his upper arm. As hard as he could. Seongje grimaced, but he still could laugh it off.
“This is in the way.” Sieun pulled the hem of Seongje’s shirt. “I don’t like being the only one naked.”
“Sounds like an excuse. You just want to see my abs.”
It wasn’t completely wrong. Sieun wouldn’t admit it, though.
Shirt tossed away, Seongje flipped Sieun over; he shivered when his ass was up, hole exposing to the chill air. Cold liquid soon came in touch with his flushed skin, drawing a long sigh from him. Seongje spread the lube evenly on the entrance before pushing a finger inside.
“Aah…” Sieun buried half of his face into the pillow when Seongje started with the slow thrusts. One finger at first, another following after Seongje felt Sieun had been stretched a little more. It felt a bit weird because it had been a while since someone touched him, but it still felt nice, nonetheless. “Right there… mhh…”
“Here?”
Sieun whined. Seongje brushed his fingers on the wrong spot, missing the right one on purpose.
“Seongje…” he whimpered as he thrust back, sobbing frustratingly. “You—stop with the tease…!”
“What? You wanna cum again?” Seongje’s chuckle was deeper, darker. He aimed once more, that time curling his finger right on the prostate, making Sieun moan more.
“Yes… yes…!” Sieun rocked his hips on Seongje’s fingers, mewling when Seongje added one more, three fingers torturing his sweet spot. “There—right there… gonna cum… I’m gonna—”
But, Seongje was cruel. Just when Sieun was about to load, Seongje pulled his fingers off.
“Not yet, Princess.” A kiss on his nape, followed with a suck on the thin skin. Seongje left another mark on him, and he couldn’t hold a gasp. “You can’t come before me.”
Sieun grunted in protest, only to make Seongje let out a satisfied laugh.
More lube was poured on his hole, more on Seongje’s hard rock length. Seongje gave it a few strokes before aiming into Sieun’s puckered hole, growling loudly as he pushed the tip inside.
It sent stinging pain through Sieun’s spine. It wasn’t all, but it almost felt like he was about to be ripped apart. Sieun hissed against the pillow, hands gripping the white sheet while Seongje entered him at a slow and deliberate pace.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so tight.” Seongje’s grips would leave marks on his hips. “Easy, Baby. You’re crushing my cock.”
Soft kisses then peppered along his shoulders to help ease him. Seongje tugged his chin, pulling it so he could face him, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as he kept pushing. Sieun felt weak on his legs, but the kisses were effectively working on him. Seongje gave the final push, following with Sieun’s loud shriek, and he had been buried completely in Sieun.
Seongje took a moment for Sieun to adjust, just rolling his hips slowly to make delicious frictions. He stroked Sieun’s hips, easing him up, then he started moving.
It was short yet sharp. Sieun’s body started rocking, ass meeting with Seongje’s thighs. His breath hitched when Seongje gave him sudden slaps on his ass cheeks, stinging pain mixing with pleasure.
“You’re clenching on me, Baby,” Seongje raised his hand, landing a harder slap, making Sieun scream in both pain and pleasure. “Getting even more turned on when I spank you like this, hmm? This makes you feel good, Princess?”
“Feels good—” Sieun gasped at another spank. His ass hurt, the pain stung. It was scorching, but it felt like heaven. “My ass… so good… ahh—”
He could hear the low, almost guttural sound from Seongje before he was pulled by his arms, back straight until it met with Seongje’s bare chest. He cried as Seongje pounded into him even deeper, abusing the spot even more. Meanwhile, his fingers found their way to his own nipples; he couldn’t help but look for more pleasure.
“You really like it, huh, Sieun?” Seongje’s breath tickled when he talked into his ear. “Playing with your slutty nips while being fucked?”
He did. Sieun pinched his perky buds while bouncing on Seongje’s hard cock, almost losing the rhythm because it felt too good his mind started to get clouded. His lips were dry, mouth opened, throat raw from crying in pleasure. Seongje rammed so deep, reaching places he didn’t know he had, making him scream more.
“Can you feel it?” Seongje released one of his arms, hand reaching down to his belly. “Here. I’m right here. See?”
Sieun dropped his eyes to where Seongje’s hand was. There, on his lower belly, he could see it.
The line was thin, but still visible. The outline of Seongje’s cock bulged in him, reaching deep inside.
“You’re… here,” he whispered between lewd whimpers. “So deep… you’re so deep in me…”
“Yeah. You’re taking me so good, Princess.”
Sieun screamed when Seongje pressed on it, the stimulation was too much, but Seongje didn’t stop. Tears streamed down Sieun’s cheeks, moans spilling loud as Seongje continued thrusting into his prostate. He was nothing but a ragdoll, surrendering when Seongje flipped him over to his back, legs pushed up until his body was almost folded, allowing him to see his own hole, red and stretched, and how Seongje’s dick penetrated into him mercilessly.
He was leaking. The slamming sounds were dirty. He couldn’t even think coherently; all he could do was chase his own climax.
Another wave. It was a huge one.
“Cumming—” He choked on his own tears and saliva, crimson color spreading across his face, down to his neck and chest. There was an invisible knot strangled in his stomach, even tightening in every thrust Seongje gave. “I’m cumming, Seongje—I can’t—cumming… cumming—!”
His eyes rolled back, back arching. His body convulsed as the climax hit him hard, cock shooting more thick and white ropes into his tummy. Seongje groaned even louder as he also reached the peak pleasure, filling Sieun’s tiny hole to the brim.
After that, everything went black.
“You okay?”
He had been cleaned. Seongje put him into fresh, clean clothes, warm and comfortable. Seongje himself was still naked, safe for his black briefs.
“My back hurts.”
Seongje let out a laugh. “Sex with me is worth the pain,” he said cockily.
Sieun scoffed at that.
Seongje then joined him in bed, back resting on the bedpost. Sieun shifted closer, put his head on Seongje’s lap, wanting to get more affection. He was clingy after sex, Suho always said that, but it seemed he got even clingier when he was with Seongje.
“You know,” Seongje started again, “I thought you hated me.”
Sieun hummed. “Not entirely wrong,” he muttered as he took Seongje’s hand, playing with his fingers.
“So you hate me?”
“Not entirely right.”
“So you don’t hate me but you do hate me?”
Sieun chuckled. “Not like that,” he said. “I hate someone like you.”
“Like what?”
“Loud and cocky.”
“Huh. You like my cock, though.” He barked a loud laugh when Sieun hit his leg.
“See? You’re so full of yourself. I hate someone like you.”
“But you don’t hate me?”
Sieun looked up at him, gaze softening as he saw the pair of curious, oddly innocent eyes. “... I don’t.”
“So you like me?”
He averted his gaze. Hugging Seongje’s waist, he hid his face in Seongje’s toned belly. “I’m not answering that,” he muttered.
Seongje’s fingers threaded his hair gently, carefully. His strokes were tender, comforting. Sieun’s heart thrummed rapidly inside its cage; he couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy.
“I like you.”
It was uttered softly. Seongje said it softly.
Sieun almost couldn’t believe it.
Not until Seongje pulled him, sitting him on his lap.
Sieun almost couldn’t believe it.
Not until he met with those eyes, staring at him with something he had never seen before, not in someone like Seongje.
Something warm and gentle. Just like the morning sun. Just like the spring breeze.
“I like you, Yeon Sieun.”
His kiss was warm and gentle.
Sieun couldn’t hear anything else but the loud thumps in his chest.
He really liked Seongje more than he ever thought.
“So you were jealous?”
“... I just didn’t see it coming.”
“I know. I didn’t expect Juntae would pick dare, though Baekjin’s dare wasn’t that surprising because we all know he can be an ass when drunk.” Seongje exhaled a long breath from his nose. “But you were jealous, weren’t you?”
Sieun groaned. “Can you just let it slide?”
“What, no! How could I let it slide?” Seongje held him close, putting his weight on him, preventing him from turning around. “My boyfriend was jealous because I kissed someone else.” He pressed on the word boyfriend. “And my boyfriend is you. The Yeon Sieun was jealous and horny because I kissed someone else. Tell me how to let it slide.”
Sieun tried to get away from Seongje’s embrace, just to find out it was impossible.
“Get off me,” Sieun whined, trying to push Seongje away, but the man just wouldn’t budge. “Ya, Geum Seongje. Get off me!”
“Not until you say it.”
“Say what?!”
“You were jealous.” Oh, that smug grin again. “And you love me.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
“I’m not.”
“You know this won’t get you anywhere, Baby.”
Sieun huffed. He knew. Seongje left him no choice. He would just stay there, on top of him, squeezing him until morning. It left him one option: giving in.
“Fine.” He sighed, loud and tired. “I was jealous.”
Seongje waited. “And…?”
“... God, you’re impossible.”
He kept pressing, “ Aaand…?”
It was like a rose kissing his cheeks, leaving its pretty red tint on the smooth skin.
“And I love you.”
He loved how those eyes softened. He loved how that cocky grin melted into a gentle one.
He loved the way Seongje kissed his lips.
“I love you, too.”
He loved the way Seongje loved him.