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The dreaded finals are over, and though Keonhee still can’t breathe because he doesn’t know what grade he got in his Biology of Aging class. He didn’t feel super confident on the exam but his grade is high enough that it might not matter even if he bombed it completely. He stumbles through the front door, that strange feeling of knowing you have no more class for at least a week or two washing over him. He’s going to sleep for four days. He walks towards his kitchen, keen on finding snacks to take to bed with his laptop where he might jerk off before putting on a real movie to fall asleep to, with Seoho nowhere in sight. He’s ripped out of his fantasies as he trips gracelessly over a big lump on the living room floor, thankfully landing in the general direction of their couch. He wails, turning around and narrowing his eyes at the strange form that he can now tell is shaking and making little noises.

“S-Seoho?” Keonhee pokes the puffy black cylinder and gets a groan in return and a sniffle. His heart softens and he scoots over to lie down with the disgruntled mass. “That bad?”

“I turned it in with like ten questions blank.” Seoho answers, another round of sobbing breaking free from his throat.

“Ouch.” Keonhee spreads his arms, so that his left is resting on top of Seoho’s lithe back. They’re close, really close, close enough for Keonhee to know that Seoho doesn’t want hugs when he feels like he’s fucked up - but he does want support. Sometimes that means awkwardly placing his arm on his homie’s back and listening to him get snot on their living room floor. “You know it’s going to be okay, no matter what the result is, right?”

“Yeah.” Seoho turns on his side, his faded orange hair peeking out with big wet eyes as they stare at Seoho from their nylon cocoon. “I just hate being stupid.”

“You’re not stupid.” Seoho is unique, his brain working in ways that no one in their friend group can fathom but all admire as much as tease him for, but certainly not stupid. Seoho whines and sinks further into his self induced prison. “Where did you dig the sleeping bag out of?”

“The hall closet.”

“How many insect carcasses did you get out of there before climbing in?” Keonhee shudders to think of the hall closet, a room they never open regularly and often forget about. Seoho freezes suspiciously and then slowly emerges full bodied, kicking the bag to the side with his toes and looking traumatized.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” Seoho mumbles, eyes downcast and puffy. Keonhee reaches a hand out, placing it on his wrist as he stands and looks up at him with his sincerest eyes, tired though they may be.

“You’re not stupid, and you’re going to be okay.” Seoho shakes off his hand but smiles the tiniest bit and nods.

“How are you feeling?” He calls as he moves around his bedroom, taking off clothes and finding towels. Keonhee wants to ask himself that. Anxious, surely, for the grades he doesn’t know of yet. Horny, because his mind won’t let him forget his stupid bathroom quicky - or maybe just the man involved. Tired. Always tired.

“Fine.” He answers, ignoring Seoho’s eyes peeking out from his bedroom doorway that tell him that didn’t sound convincing at all. “Just gonna watch a movie and fall asleep for half a month or something.”

“I’m going to Geonhak’s.” Seoho divulges. “He invited me before the exam.” Keonhee smiles, knowing that’s probably going to end in him having the whole place to himself tonight thanks to Geonhak’s goo goo eyes every time he comes over or even hears the red head’s name, feelings very much reciprocated from the amount of horny rants Seoho’s gone on about the man’s body structure when drinking with Keonhee. It’s about time something is done about it.

“That’s nice. Probably knew you needed the distraction.” Keonhee holds his breath, not meaning to say it quite like that. Seoho doesn’t like anyone implying he can’t take care of everything he needs himself, but the other man doesn’t seem bothered for once and simply smiles bashfully at his toes in the carpet.

“You should invite the Bathroom Boy over. Get some stress relief.” Keonhee doesn’t have to look to know Seoho has a dirty smile on his face. He rolls his eyes and gets up off the floor, dusting his jeans off and gingerly taking the abandoned sleeping bag between two pinched fingers before opening the hall closet and throwing it in before he’s even able to see what’s inside.

It’s Friday. Youngjo had said his finals ended today as well, and Keonhee’s fingers twitch to reach for his phone and send some not so safe for class texts to the man. More than just the fact he’s hot, Youngjo seems like just Keonhee’s type. He’s hard-working and passionate, and sweet. He plays off Keonhee’s jokes well. Maybe they don’t have to do anything, maybe he can just have some company for his movie.

“I think I will.” Keonhee says with a smile, even though Seoho’s already left.

There’s a knock on the door right as Keonhee exits the shower, towel around his neck for his dripping hair and one around his hips to avoid any heart attacks. It’s a cliche, absolutely absurd, so of course Keonhee answers the door just like this and basks in the wide eyes roaming his body, settling in the collarbones before flicking back to his lips and eventually eyes.

“You could have told me you wanted to get ready.” Youngjo’s voice is strained, and it gives Keonhee the power trip he longs for when meeting prospective romantic interests.

“But you would have missed out.” Keonhee teases, his own eyes taking in the sweatpants that do a nice job showing the merchandise. He invites Youngjo in, standing to the side, and watching his cute butt as he goes. The man stands in their open living room, the kitchen in front of him and Keonhee eyes the plastic bags in his arms.

“For us?” Youngjo looks at him, realizing he’s still very much lacking clothes and blushes.

“Yeah! Figured you might be as hungry as me?” He gives a cute smile, and Keonhee moves to take the bags and put them on the counter he kinda wishes Youngjo would bend him over - though Seoho would actually murder him if he ever found out. He looks through the bags, finding a six pack of beer, two boxes of frozen pizza - with and without meat, with some typical movie theater candy. “I didn’t know what to get, I hope you aren’t allergic to gluten or something.”

“I would rather be dead.” Keonhee mutters, looking between the candies impressed. Youngjo looks like a fuckboy, has the confidence of a fuckboy, but the heart of a boy who’s still looking for The One and Keonhee toys with the idea it might be him. “This looks great. How much do I owe you?”

“Your company is fine,” Youngjo laughs. “Really. If I can get like four slices of pizza, a beer and three gummy worms, I’m set.”

“This is where you’re supposed to say something about me paying with my body like a cheesy porno.” Keonhee laughs, holding his towel tighter as it starts to slip down his hips. He doesn’t miss Youngjo’s eyes following the movement. “Maybe something about a big sausage?” Keonhee leans forward, resting his elbows on the counter and looking up at him with his best bedroom eyes as his chin rests on his hands.

“Um-” Youngjo squeaks, stumbling back into a light switch and wincing. Keonhee pouts at the poor man, maybe he misjudged the confidence after all - though that’s cute in its own right. “I thought we were watching a movie.”

Keonhee can hear some kind of disappointment in his tone, hidden under the embarrassment and arousal that sticks to the hearts’ walls, stubborn. He decides to take pity.

“I’m just kidding.” Barely. “Sorry if I freaked you out. I’ll get some comfy clothes on and we can pop these in the oven while we start the movie.” Keonhee sets the oven to preheat while he changes and gives Youngjo his best smile, rubbing at his hair that’s starting to dry quickly. He doesn’t like how fluffy it is when he just gets out of the shower, and frowns at the thought he actually should have gotten ready before inviting the man, made himself look sexy instead of like a homebody. “You can look through the movies on Amazon, pick out a few you want to watch. I’ll cover the ticket to this movie theater since you covered the food.” Youngjo chuckles, shuffling over to the TV and gingerly sitting on their beige couch. Keonhee watches him, awkward and adorable, and heads inside to get some pj pants and a tee.

He comes out quickly, heading to the kitchen to pop the pizzas in the oven. He notes that instead of opting for the cheapest cheese option, Youngjo got a veggie to go along with the meat lovers. Keonhee truly feels like a princess. “Find anything?”

“The new Spiderman is on here!” Youngjo says with sparkly eyes, and Keonhee nearly drops the tray he’s holding at the sight. It’s the look of someone talking about the thing they love most in the world, and of course this nerd would be a superhero buff. Every new piece of information makes Keonhee grow attached to the man on his couch, makes his heart as horny as his dick is, makes him want to hold him in bed for days after they fuck and show him his favorite places to go when he’s stressed from his major he can’t remember why he picked. He gathers his five brain cells and puts the pizzas in the oven when the timer dings.

“Sounds good to me.” Keonhee shrugs.

“Do you like Marvel too?” Youngjo asks, and Keonhee doesn’t have the heart to say he really doesn’t care about it either way.

“I’ve been meaning to see this one.” He tells a white lie and Youngjo smiles, obviously excited. In reality, Keonhee would have fallen asleep no matter what movie they watch, and it being a movie he doesn’t really mind missing is just a point to his court. He hopes Youngjo has a good time, hopes he won’t mind if Keonhee snuggles into his arm or lays his head on his lap. “Blanket?” Singular, because they have to share - that’s the rules of movie dates at home.

“I’m not cold.” Youngjo says, eyes blank but he sees Keonhee’s expression and changes his tune. “I mean, yeah! Sure. Thank you.” 

He comes back with one big enough for them to both comfortably fit under without huddling together too much, but small enough that they can’t sit too far apart. He gets the feeling Youngjo wouldn’t do it anyway, but it’s just the rules . He sits next to Youngjo, grey tee falling slightly down his shoulder and smiles at him. “Make yourself at home.”

“You look really cute.” Youngjo reaches out, ruffling his hair. “Your hair looks good like this.” This time Keonhee blushes. He’s used to guys telling him he’s sexy, tall and perfect when he’s put together. He doesn’t show many people his face without makeup and hair without hair spray, the few times he has not gone that well.

“You’re buttering me up.” Keonhee deflects, running away from the strange feelings stirring in his heart. He’s not a hookup type of guy, like he told Youngjo in the bathroom with his hand around his cock,  but he’s not a dating type of guy either. Not for a long time. Seoho knows the full story there, knows the nights spent going out for hours at a time to come back crying buckets and throwing up into the toilet cursing his ex’s name. Heartbreak is a pain he’s been avoiding, and Youngjo is sweet but so was Sangyeon before he crushed his heart between his hands and ignored the mess he left behind.

“Just being honest.” Youngjo sits back, their bodies level on the couch and arms touching. The movie plays for a while with Tom Holland running around fighting some giant water creature that kind of freaks Keonhee out and he hides behind the blanket before he feels Youngjo pull him into his arms, one looping around his waist. “Kinda freaky, huh?” He laughs, making Keonhee relax. Youngjo is attentive. He doesn’t seem to be playing some game, laying traps, doing what he thinks will get him somewhere. He’s just like this, taking the time to make sure someone is comfortable. Keonhee feels a pang of jealousy to think he does this for anyone.

The pizza is ready by the time Peter is meeting his new mentor, who Keonhee gets weird feelings about from the start, and he rushes to get it out with oven mitts.

“Cute,” Youngjo coos as he watches him, ignoring as Keonhee scoffs at him and begins to cut the pizza into nice sized slices. They each take four to start, starving from the days of finals and celebrating their freedom. “Why don’t we just talk while we eat?” Youngjo suggests.

“Sure,” Keonhee agrees, taking a big bite of the veggie pizza and sighing. “You’re really sweet for bringing these.”

“It’s just frozen pizza.” Youngjo looks hesitant. “I’m sorry, I swear next time I’ll take you out somewhere nice.” Keonhee’s heart skips at the thought that Youngjo wants to take him out, is embarrassed that he bought cheap frozen pizza but Keonhee expected nothing of him and got even this much. More than enough.

“I like this.” Keonhee admits, being honest. “It’s nice. After finals week, you don’t really want to go out anyway, you know?”

“Man, I’m glad you feel the same.” Youngjo whines, scarfing down his whole first piece and sitting back on the couch with a hand to his forehead. “I think I considered dropping out three times this semester alone.”

“Same.” Keonhee whispers, hoping the truth of his bone chilling fear of failure doesn’t reach Youngjo’s ears. He takes another bite of pizza, hoping the food will make him forget about the real world and all its problems.

“What major are you?” Youngjo asks, looking at the table and standing up. “Can I get the beers? Do you want one?”

“Yeah, top shelf in the fridge on the side door.” Keonhee says through a bite, covering his mouth as he talks. He hates the major question. He hates his major. He’s pretty good at it, but has no real interest. “Biology.” He answers eventually.

“Whoa. Didn’t expect that.” Youngjo whistles, taking the sixpack over to the table and opening a can. “I think you probably figured out I’m music production.”

“Sure did.” Keonhee laughs, taking a beer for himself and drinking almost half in one go. He was thirsty. He eyes Youngjo again, he’s taken off his hoodie because of the blanket’s heat and his own shirt shows his shoulders and build well. Keonhee’s been nearly drooling all night as he steals peeks. “Are you all as anal about seconds of your music as you were?”

“Anal?” Youngjo smirks. Keonhee rolls his eyes. There’s the fuckboy in him.

“It’s a term, you goblin.”

“I’m not the one talking about big sausages here.” The conversation flows easier with the help of some cheap shitty beer, a pleasant buzz settling in Keonhee’s veins and he's reminded of his much needed stress relief.

“Missed opportunities.” He puts a finger to Youngjo’s chest, and he could slice the tension with a knife but neither budges first. Youngjo lays back dopily, all their slices of pizza finished and another can of beer half gone for each.

“So you hate biology.” It’s not a question, but Youngjo isn’t looking at him with pity. Keonhee doesn’t like that shit just as much as Seoho, though he’s a little more okay with getting help when he needs it. “What do you want to do then?”

“Sing.” Keonhee leans into Youngjo, moving even closer when the older puts an arm around his shoulders and looks down at him with a smile.

“You look like you can sing, you know.”

“What? I’ve never heard that before. How?”

“I think most angels sing, don’t they?” Keonhee shoots up, looking at Youngjo in horror. “Too greasy?”

“More than that pizza.” Keonhee sticks his tongue out, wishing it was down the other’s throat or on his -

“You make me want to be terrible.” Youngjo says absent mindedly, looking at Keonhee like he’s found something perfect for him in a trinket store. Keonhee is afraid. Pretty things lose their luster.

“You’re too nice to be terrible.” Keonhee says and hopes it’s true. He likes Youngjo. He really likes him. He wants that next date, and another after that. He wants him to be more than just stress relief, though he wants the sex too.

“Am I nice?” Youngjo’s smile has barely left all evening.

“Nice people smile all the time like you do.” Keonhee jokes.

“You smile a lot.” Youngjo says. “I keep making shitty jokes just to see it again.”

“What are you doing here?” They’ve migrated, their faces mere inches from each other as they continue to talk. This is where Youngjo can make it clear, drop any act he might be putting on and still get what he wants. “I was thinking you could fuck me,  maybe stay the night, and then we stay friends. Maybe do it again sometime.” He’s so close to getting those lips on his now. His hand moves to rest on the older’s right thigh.

“A lot of maybes.” Youngjo frowns, backing away again. “Keonhee, I came here for a date. I thought that’s what this was. I’m sorry if I misunderstood.” Now Keonhee feels like the ass, and maybe he is. He’s assuming the worst of everyone because of an asshole that he hasn’t spoken to or even seen in two years.

“No, I -” Keonhee rushes, tripping over words and so unlike himself. “I wanted to spend time with you, even if we don’t fuck.”

“If?” Youngjo raises a brow.

“A young man invites you to his home, tells you to wear comfortable clothes, with no roommate to be found. What did you think I was hoping for?” Keonhee is exasperated. He’s not been hiding anything. “I answered the door in a towel! I wanted you to fuck me on the counter.”

“You wanted me to what?” Youngjo chokes. “I mean- I can do ... that.”

“How is it you walk around like you have this huge cock and you know how to use it, and you get so shy at my stupid come ons!?” Keonhee laughs, feeling bad as Youngjo’s face turns bright red and he looks anxious. “Not like it’s a bad thing!” He takes Youngjo’s hand in his, it’s smaller than his by only a little, the perfect size. Not this thought process again. “It’s unexpected.” Youngjo continues to look away, and Keonhee sighs. “I really like it. I really like you. I’m sorry I’m being kinda weird. I haven’t been in the scene for a long time, and I assume everyone just wants to use people and leave.” He’s way overshared and he’s about to slam an empty beer can directly into his eye when Youngjo clears his throat.

“It’s not that I’m not confident, or a virgin or anything like that.” He squeezes Keonhee’s hand in his. “I get shy. I don’t know how this whole thing works sometimes. I just know I really like you too.”

“You’re too cute, Youngjo.” Keonhee groans, using his left hand to pull the other into him and finally get his kiss. It’s not the heated, sloppy kiss he wanted but this is good too. It’s soft and warm, and still feels really good. Youngjo wraps both arms around him, warm and sturdy.

“Says the cutest boy I’ve ever seen in my life.” Youngjo rubs his nose against Keonhee’s. “So glad I didn’t break this.”

“Wouldn’t have been your fault.” Keonhee laughs, reliving the grocery store in his mind, his mind inevitably moving towards the fun they had in the bathroom. “So,” Keonhee hums, his hand moving closer to Youngjo’s crotch, “no sausage?” It’s the least sexy thing he’s ever said, but Youngjo’s cheeks color again and suddenly it’s like a switch has turned inside. His eyes seem to flare, and he lifts Keonhee’s full body into his lap.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby boy.” Youngjo whispers, as he takes Keonhee into the kiss he was waiting for - tongue dipping in fast and fervent. Keonhee moans into it, gratefully following instructions. That kink again, he thinks to himself. Keonhee is bigger than Youngjo, at least in height. His hands are bigger too, his voice and personality louder, but none of that matters when Youngjo calls him baby boy. His arms wrap around the other’s shoulders, feeling the muscle underneath and sighing as he remembers the abs that he’ll get to soon just as well. Youngjo’s hands lift his shirt and off, throwing it to the side, as he mouths at Keonhee’s neck - leaving bruises that Keonhee will love to look at in the morning. “Clothes off,” Youngjo’s voice is hoarse. Keonhee’s dick is having a really hard time taking it all in. Hard, ha . Keonhee is truly a comedic genius, he thinks to himself. “What are you laughing at?”

“H-hard,” Keonhee breathes, swallowing because this side of Youngjo is all dominating, making it hard to think at all.

“I see that,” Yongjo hums, cupping Keonhee’s cock through his pjs and pressing down firmly. He continues to rub as Keonhee attempts to catch a breath.

“Thought you wanted me to take my clothes off.”

“You’re taking too long.” Youngjo puts his hands under Keonhee’s ass and stands. “Hang on to me.” Keonhee doesn’t have to be told to follow these directions, he grips his shoulder for dear life as his legs lock themselves around the man’s torso. Keonhee is dizzy with arousal, never before picked up by any of his lovers - usually told he’s too tall. In general, people don’t realize he wants to be taken care of like this - to be babied . He’s placed on the counters opposite where the leftover food is, and he moans at the filth of the situation. They eat here. “Wanted to be fucked on the counter, baby boy?”

“Yes,” Keonhee whines. “God, please.”

Youngjo’s hands take hold of his waistband, pulling his pajama pants off and to the floor. Keonhee sits on his kitchen counter in his boxer briefs, cock straining harshly against the fabric, until even the briefs are taken and he’s fully naked in his kitchen while Youngjo still has all his own clothes and a tent in his sweatpants that Keonhee wants in his mouth and ass right the fuck now. Seoho is going to murder him, because there’s no way in hell he’s not sharing every single moment of this as soon as he sees him. Youngjo’s hand wraps around his cock, his lips landing back on Keonhee’s as he strokes up languidly and the fingers on his other hand circle his right nipple, pinching lightly and drawing little gasps from the man.

“Look so good for me.” Youngjo groans. “What do you want?” Keonhee eyes the huge bulge in Youngjo’s sweatpants again and knows his answer.

“Want to suck you off properly,” Keonhee climbs down from the counter, getting on his knees in front of Youngjo and making his eyes big and pretty.

“So pretty.” Youngjo moans, sliding his own pants and boxers down far enough to free his cock and slap it to Keonhee’s parted lips with a smile Keonhee hasn’t seen before, that leaves droplets of precum running down his own neglected cock as he gets ready to swallow down the impressive length. “What’s the magic word, baby boy?”

“Please,” Keonhee rubs his face against his thigh, kissing the inside as Youngjo runs his hand through his hair lovingly.

“Please what?” Oh. Keonhee is going to bust.

“D-daddy.” Youngjo’s eyes close as he leads Keonhee’s mouth to his waiting cock, the younger opening obediently and doing his best to suck and lick in all the right ways.

“Good boy.” He moans above him and Keonhee reaches down to jerk himself in rhythm to his bobbing, laving his tongue under the head as he comes back up. He pulls off with a messy sound, saliva running down his chin. “Those lips were made to take cock, hmm?” Youngjo leans down to kiss him again. “Can I fuck your throat?” Keonhee nods, opening his mouth wide - ready to take it all. Youngjo lightly slaps his cock against his cheek this time. “No touching yourself.”

Keonhee whines.

“Good boys don’t talk back,” Youngjo scolds. Keonhee’s so fucking hard, but he’s willing to take the risk for his pride.

“Didn’t talk.”

“Smartass,” Youngjo laughs, pulling Keonhee towards him as he thrusts in quick and rough - carefully watching to make sure Keonhee is okay despite his pleasure. Keonhee keeps his eyes on him as much as he can, tears streaming down the sides. It’s so dirty but though Keonhee is being used like this, he doesn’t feel like it. Youngjo’s eyes are still full of care and warmth as he watches his cock ram into Keonhee’s throat over and over. He moans lowly, breaths falling shorter and shorter as he gets closer. “Can I come in your mouth?”

Keonhee gives an okay sign with his hand and feels Youngjo’s thick fluid flood his mouth, bitter and hot. Keonhee pulls off, watching Youngjo’s cock soften as he leans forward onto the counter above them. So much for fucking right now, he guesses. Still, they have all night.

“Keonhee,” Youngjo sounds wrecked, even though Keonhee was the one with a cock down his throat just moments ago. “Can I eat you out?”

This time Keonhee squeaks, nodding enthusiastically. He rises from his spot on the floor, knees red and Youngjo looks apologetic as he notices. Keonhee shakes his head, loving the marks from their actions to remind him. He kisses Youngjo again, his pants fully up and on, running his hands through his hair as he deepens the kiss more and more.

“Can you lean on the counter, baby boy?” Keonhee’s dick twitches. “You love being called that, hmm?”

“Never knew before you.” Keonhee repeats. He wants Youngjo to know. He’s special, in a lot of ways, including letting him discover new kinks.

“Cute,” Youngjo kisses next to Keonhee’s ear, tickling him and Keonhee laughs at the innocent action as he leans onto his kitchen counter to be taken apart completely. He feels Youngjo lower himself behind him, his hands kneading his ass cheeks as he spreads them. The air on his asshole makes him fidget and Youngjo slaps the right cheek lightly to tell him to stop. He whines. “Even your hole is pretty,” Youngjo murmurs and Keonhee feels a hot tip of a tongue flick against his rim before going away far too quickly.

“Please, don’t tease me.” Keonhee breathes, his head nearly resting on the counter. “I’ve been waiting.”

“You have been waiting. Like a good boy.” Youngjo licks in again, and backs up once more. Keonhee whines again,  moving his hips back and chasing the feeling. “Beg.” Youngjo whispers, breath hot against his twitching hole. “Beg for what you want.”

Keonhee can feel Youngjo’s hands reaching around to stroke his cock, bit by bit - not nearly enough for relief - and another idea hits him. He eyes the bottle of olive oil they keep next to the stove for frying and bites his lip. He’ll need to find a new place to live but it will be worth it.

“Can you fuck me with your fingers too?” He asks. “Please, daddy.” He’ll beg for this. Beg like a good whore.

“Of course, baby boy. Anything for you.” He stands, face coming into view of Keonhee as he bends over to steal a kiss. “Where’s your lube?”

“About that ...” Keonhee smiles devilishly, eyes trained on the olive oil that Youngjo follows. His cheeks flush once more.

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” Keonhee whines, hips bucking into the air at just the thought of it. He pleads with his eyes too and Youngjo gives, taking the bottle and bringing it back to the floor with him. Keonhee can hear him uncorking it and then a finger pressing slowly against his rim. “God,” he groans, a long low noise. “Been so long since someone’s done this.”

“I can tell, baby. You’re kinda tight.” Youngjo murmurs, lips kissing down his thighs as a digit gets past and crooks itself inside. Keonhee’s cheek is actually against the counter now, drool slipping out as he breathes heavily at the pull of a finger against his rim and the kisses. “Take it so well. Can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock. Feel what it’s like, fucking into you until you can’t walk.”

“Want it,” Keonhee wails, losing his mind as a second finger joins the first and they crook into just the right spot. He keens, his dick twitching wildly. “Want your cock so bad, Youngjo.”

“Soon, baby. Promise.” He kisses his right ass cheek, fucking his fingers in and out, crooking them into his prostate again and again until Keonhee is so worked up he’s nearly crying, and then the feeling is gone completely.

“Noo,” Keonhee begs. “Daddy, please. Wanna cum.” Keonhee begs, really begs for it. This is the best lay of his life. And if they date? He can have this forever. His mind runs away from him, planning other ways they can fuck, more movies, more food and conversation. More Youngjo.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m just making good on my words.” Keonhee nearly screams out loud as he feels that familiar wet and hot muscle licking at his rim, dipping inside this time and licking around the walls. The sound is obscene, and Youngjo must have olive oil on his chin, wet from Keonhee’s own ass. It’s filthy. It’s driving Keonhee up the wall. It doesn’t take much longer, and just one touch of Youngjo’s hand on his cock for him to spill all over it. He watches as Youngjo stands, meets his eyes and takes his soiled fingers into his mouth and sucks the cum off.

“You’re going to kill me.” Keonhee wheezes as he comes down, forehead a little sweaty from the intensity of the orgasm. He looks around, once he’s back on this plane. There’s drops of oil on the floor, and he got cum on the kitchen cabinet. The counter is wet with god knows what, Keonhee’s tears, saliva or worse. “Seoho’s going to kill me.”

“I’ll clean up, you go get dressed and lie down.” Youngjo says, already reaching for paper towels. Keonhee’s going to cry. He called him an angel?

“No way, two person job. Besides, we both fucked in here.”

It’s at this moment, Keonhee hears a deafening screech, and then his own name is spoken from the mouth of the devil himself.

“Lee Keonhee! You did what in here?” Seoho screams, with no exaggeration of the word. Keonhee hides behind Youngjo, covering his dick as he scrambles to get his clothes. Seoho is covering his eyes with his hands as he continues to yell profanities.

“What are you even doing home?” Keonhee yells back. Seoho screams back something unintelligible and vile, but Keonhee picks up on something about a missing phone charger and sighs. Youngjo feels tense under him, caught by the boyfriend’s father in action. Tragic. “I’ll clean it all up!”

“We eat here! I cook here!” Seoho continues to lecture.

“I’ll use bleach!”

“What did I just say? Yes, you’ll clean it all up! Who did you expect to do it? God. I come back to my own home, and this is what I get.” Seoho continues talking to himself as he gathers the infamous charger and slams the door on his way back out. He opens it again, sticking his head in and pointing at Youngjo. “If you break his heart, my boyfriend will fuck you up.”

“Geonhak wouldn’t touch me.” Youngjo laughs. “But no one is breaking Keonhee’s heart around here.”

Keonhee is taken aback by the newfound knowledge that Geonhak is someone close to Youngjo, let alone someone he knows and he tells himself to ask as they clean.

“Well, he would do anything for me so sleep with one eye open, okay?” Seoho narrows his eyes at him. Youngjo shrugs. “Spotless. I better not remember this night even happened, let alone find clues that it did in here. Got it?”

They both nod like children to their mother and Seoho’s gone once more.

“Finish the movie first?” Youngjo asks, sheepish. Keonhee yawns.

“I’m gonna nap, but you watch it while I use you as a pillow.” Keonhee puts all his clothes back on, stretching his arms and walking back to the living room with Youngjo’s hand in his. “No sneakily moving me so you can clean it up on your own either!”

“Damn.” Youngjo sighs, sitting down and letting Keonhee climb into his space just right to yawn once more and close his eyes. “Know me too well already.”