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The bodies moving to the rhythm, the smoke and the frantic lights, the smell of sweat and alcohol. The atmosphere is more intoxicating than the beverages served at the bar. And then, the beat drops.
Hyungwon’s body moves on its own, accustomed to the music. Past his deck, there’s nothing more than a dark sea of people, alive for a few more hours, for as long as he wishes to. Kihyun brings him shots and he doesn’t question the content. They burn his throat and his fingers don’t work as delicately as before, but it doesn’t matter, everyone is drunk and he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t even notice “Barbie girl” playing. He chuckles to himself, thinking he should try it sometime.
It’s almost time to close, only a few customers still on the dance floor when someone is standing beside him, a bottle of whiskey in hand and the other very boldly on his ass. The stranger would earn a punch or two if Hyungwon was sober, but he is not and the guy is actually hot. They are both just standing there, checking each other out for a while. Red hair, contact lenses and dark ripped jeans with a handsome face make a fatal combination. The man leans closer and Hyungwon considers giving in right there but regains some of his composure and signs him to wait for a while nearby.
It gets an other half an hour and many, many provocative glances from the man for the club to close and when he is given permission to go, it must be around four in the morning, he stumbles to the exit, finding the charming man leaning on the wall, smoking and scrolling down his phone.
“Hey” The man slowly lifts his gaze to reveal a wide grin on his face, throwing the cigarette away.
“I’m a big fan of yours” He says calmly, moving closer a faint hint of expensive perfume under layers of sweat and cheap alcohol. It’s been so long until the last time Hyungwon got actually laid, the time he made out with that guy who later passed out doesn’t count, he stopped counting days after the sixth month.
They start kissing, the man’s fingers everywhere, around his neck and down his torso, stopping on his waist to break the kiss and catch his breath. “I’m Minhyuk” he says through chapped and wet lips. “Hyungwon” he answers, having the urge to do a handshake or something of the short, but instead he pulls Minhyuk close again, to trail down the veins on his neck with open mouthed kisses. It gets even better when Minhyuk whispers in his ear something suspiciously sounding like “Let’s go to my house” and hails a taxi.
Hands are barely kept to themselves on the short ride and Hyungwon pays, being dragged out of the car and into an apartment building. He doesn’t have much time to appreciate the design of the new-looking flat, cornered in the elevator, the cold surface of a mirror on his back and Minhyuk clumsily popping open his shirt buttons. They make it inside and fall on the couch, the first flat and soft surface on their way.
Minhyuk is strong enough to push Hyungwon down and straddle his legs with ease, shirts mostly opened and once he decides he can see enough of Hyungwon’s chest, he moves down to experimentally palm him through his pants, sliding down the fly. Hyungwon responds involuntary, lifting his knees, making Minhyuk land on his lower stomach and he grips him by the collar for one more heated kiss. Minhyuk is grinding on him, erection more than noticeable and Hyungwon is determined to have them both out of their pants soon.
Which doesn’t really happen, because Minhyuk seems to be really enjoying himself, nested at the end of the couch, licking Hyungwon’s dick, spreading the precum all over it with a finger, getting his put aside underwear all sticky, but hygiene is the least of their priorities at the moment. Hyungwon is not the most patient and even more when he’s horny, shoving a free hand in his back pocket and taking out his wallet, happy to find the condom and small lube pack still intact in there.
Minhyuk is quite feisty, taking the lube from Hyungwon’s hands and practically purring that he’ll give him a good show. And he does indeed. Propelling his body with one hand steady on Hyungwon’s torso, his other hand reaches between his legs kneeling on the sides of the body underneath him. Hyungwon makes a move to stroke the erection, just centimeters away from his own but Minhyuk shoos his hand away. Hyungwon can’t really see what’s going on, but he can hear Minhyuk panting, the lewd sounds of lube between skin and he feels precum dripping on his belly.
Minhyuk removes his hand, seemingly pleased with the stretching, stroking Hyungwon a couple of times and rolling the condom on him. Hyungwon originally didn’t want to come out as needy, but he is moaning with the lightest of pressure now, pretty sure he won’t last much.
Minhyuk coats his member with lube and in a swift motion he is on him, teasing his entrance with the head before lowering his body, eyes closed, sweat running down his smooth skin. Hyungwon doesn’t move until Minhyuk starts grinding on him, moving his hips in circular, torturously slow motions.
They easily fall into a rhythm, getting faster until it becomes erratic, Hyungwon meeting the other’s hips halfway, fucking him deep, knowing he’s hitting Minhyuk’s prostate from the way his pelvis stutters, his breath hitches and profanities slip through his beautiful lips. Minhyuk’s waist is already bruised, crescents forming in the place Hyungwon’s nails dig and so are Hyungwon’s collarbones and chest.
Hyungwon lifts his upper body, supported by the back of the couch, Minhyuk still bouncing on his lap, both unable to form words whimpering into each other’s mouths, as they share a sloppy kiss. Minhyuk’s erection is being rubbed between their bodies, the friction sending him over the edge, his walls tightening around Hyungwon, who feels teeth sinking into his shoulder as they both reach their orgasms, moving until the oversensitivity makes his pleasure turn into pain.
The rest is cloudy, Hyungwon removing himself and Minhyuk bringing some wet wipes and throwing the condom away not even having the chance to properly catch his breath. Hyungwon is still on the couch and Minhyuk takes a seat on a chair facing him, smiling shyly now.
“That was…wow…” Hyungwon nods lazily, he could use a good sleep. “Want some coffee?” Minhyuk offers. With a quick look around Hyungwon spots a window, the first rays of the day already lightening the apartment. He looks at his watch and panics.
“I need to get going” He stands up and takes his jacket, buttoning himself and fixing his hair the best he can. “Thank you, Minhyuk” he adds, running out of the door to find a taxi.
Luckily, he has everything with him, wallet, keys and phone on the way back. He checks himself in the lobby mirror one last time, presentable enough. He unlocks the front door, the house quiet as ever. He gets into the bathroom to wash his hands and brush his teeth and then proceeds to check the bedroom. Just as he thought, two figures are peacefully snoring on his bed.
He’s about to close the door and sit in the living room when there is a shriek, a loud thud and then more noise. “Daddy?” Siwoo runs to his open arms. He lifts the boy and Siwoo’s small hands tighten around his neck.
“I missed dad!” Hyungwon presses a soft kiss to the boy’s forehead, his much wanted and needed nap long forgotten. “I missed my baby koala too, let’s start breakfast, will you help dad?” Siwoo flails his chubby arms excitedly and Hyungwon lets him back down, just in time to catch Jooheon exiting the bedroom, not bothering to hide a big noisy yawn.
“Good morning hyung” the younger eyes him from head to toe and comes closer “had fun last night?” a playful smirk on his lips. “Work is always fun” Hyungwon carefully answers, he’s pretty sure he’s reeking sex and Jooheon can see very well through him. “Go take a shower, we’ll start breakfast, right Siwoo?” “Hyung makes the best breakfast!” Siwoo shouts, playing with his favourite toy car on a kitchen chair. Hyungwon pats his head and Jooheon’s shoulder, the latter cockily smiling at him, going to the bathroom after taking some clean clothes from his room.
He undresses himself carefully, the tiredness making him dizzy, stepping into the hot shower, his body feeling sore all over. He tries not to recall his three hours ago activities, the least he wants is a boner at the moment. Hyungwon checks himself while washing, finding more bruises that he can possibly count or explain to his son. Thank god Jooheon can distract the four year old until he has the time to apply some make up on the more visible ones.
He gets dressed, listening to the conversation from the kitchen, something about a new cartoon with flying animals, Jooheon mostly agreeing to Siwoo’s very valid points and explaining how the lion passed the river, which by the way makes absolutely no sense. He joins them on the floor, because they felt like eating their cereal there, with Siwoo’s soldiers and dolls. He doesn’t follow the conversation, eyelids heavy even with a bowl in hand.
Jooheon gently shakes him away, Siwoo already playing with his castle a couple meters away. “Hyung, can we talk for a bit?” “Hyungwon makes the superhuman feat to stand up and sit on a chair, Jooheon following suit. “So” he starts, “I love Siwoo with all my heart and I think he likes me too, but”, “Siwoo sees you as a perfect big brother” Hyungwon interrupts.
“Let me finish hyung. So I need to take more shifts at work and also I have my thesis, it’ll be difficult to keep Siwoo”.
“I see...” Hyungwon was waiting for something like this to happen sooner or later, he just hadn’t thought what would happen next.
“I have a friend, he studies to be a kindergarten teacher and could use something like a babysitting job, he’s very good with kids and I trust him, would you consider meeting and talking about him keeping Siwoo when you work?”
Hyungwon doesn’t even need to think twice about it, he trusts Jooheon, he was more than better with him and primarily Siwoo the last three years. He’ll trust his suggestion too.
Jooheon doesn’t stay for long, has to study and become successful and rich as Siwoo always says. There is a little bit of whining when Jooheon actually steps out of the door but Siwoo soon remembers that dad is there and they have the whole Sunday to themselves.
They start by having a drawing competition, Siwoo winning, making a much better lion than Hyungwon, both rolling on the carpet in a tickling fight after. It’s time for a snack and they have the ingredients for pancakes with melted chocolate, so they go for it. Hyungwon had also bought their favorite juice and they decide to sit on the table this time.
“Daddy?”
“Yes? He swallows his huge bite to wipe Siwoo’s mouth before he starts talking and staining his new duck-themed pajamas.
“Did dad fought with an other kid?”
“What?” Siwoo lifts his hand to point at Hyungwon’s collarbone, where a big purple hickey has formed. He laughs nervously.
“No little one, I just…I had an accident, because I wasn’t careful.”
“What accident?” Well damn kids and their dedication when wanting fulfilling answers.
“I climbed on a chair and fell, that’s why we never climb on chairs”
“Oh” Siwoo simply exclaims turning again to his plate.
One thing Hyungwon shares with his son, is his love for sleep, must be in the genes. They go into Hyungwon’s room, Siwoo’s is mostly used to store toys, his bed rarely touched and Siwoo brings his favourite dinosaurs to nap with them under the pink soft duvet they both love.
Hyungwon is awoken much later, early afternoon if he had to guess by his phone, the ringtone echoing through the room, miraculously not waking Siwoo. He gets out of the bed to find the device, and answers, still half-asleep.
“Good evening, mister Chae?”
“Yeah, who’s that?” he looks at the screen but the number is not a known one.
“I think Jooheon mentioned me, I’m…”
“Oh, yes, yes, do you want to come here around Wednesday evening to talk?”
“Sounds great!”
“I’ll send you my address in a message.”
“Thank you!”
“See you, bye.”
Without much thought, he cuddles Siwoo again to catch up on his sleep.