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Dunk can feel a hot breath against his skin, followed by a soft wet tongue licking his neck. He gasped and tilted his head as he felt a soft bite and then a gentle kiss as if to soothe the nipped skin. Somehow even without seeing, he knew who it was. It could only be that person that would make him feel so giddy and breathless. He felt hands caressing his waist and gently moving to his stomach and down his navel.
"You feel so good Dunk," Joong said against his ear. The sound of his voice so close sends blood rushing down Dunk's crotch immediately getting him so hard it was borderline painful. Dunk felt the warmth of Joong's palm cover his erection, and his thumb grazing at the tip of his cock, slowly and repeatedly.
"Joong," Dunk moaned wantonly and gasped. His hips was bucking and swaying to the rhythm of Joong's hand when he was distracted by a shrill sound of ringing by his ear.
"Fuck!" Dunk gasped as his eyes flew open, taking in the bright sunlight coming in through the gap of his bedroom curtains. He groaned and dragged his body upright while grabbing the phone by his pillow to shut off his alarm.
"A wet dream.." he groans rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. He has a hangover, and now he needs to wash his underwear.
"What a great way to start the day." Dunk mumbled as he got up to go to the bathroom.
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Joong groaned as he sat up on his bed. His hair is a fluff of mess, and his morning wood is uncomfortable. He glanced down at the tent in his boxers and decided to take care of himself. He sighed as he lowered his boxers and palmed his erection.
"That dream felt all too real," he muttered as he started to move his hand. He closed his eyes and pictured how Dunk looked as he was moaning and panting in his dream. When he recalled the way Dunk moaned his name, it sent him over the edge and he came in his hand with a satisfied grunt.
"Fuck that was too fast," he groaned grabbing tissues from the box on his night stand. He cleaned himself up and walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
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Dunk sat with his back to the glass windows of the cafe he was at, staring off into space, still contemplating why he had dreamed of Joong so vividly.
"Was I that horny last night?" he though his hands wrapping around a cup of green tea. He fidgeted in his seat, lips pursing lost in thought. He was mid sigh, when a glass of orange juice was placed on his table and his friend Pond flopped on the seat across from him.
"Okay, let's have it," Pond said staring at his friend. "What's going on between you and my roommate?"
"Wha- what are you-," Dunk sputtered, cheeks heating up. "I just met him last night!"
"Yeah?" Pond smirked drinking his juice.
"Yes!" Dunk retorted sipping at his tea.
"Thought you guys met up before I arrived, since I bumped into him in front of the cafe when I got here."
Dunk snorted and started a fit of coughing.
Pond grinned giving his friend a tissue while slapping his back looking like he's helping.
"We didn't!" Dunk wheezed slapping his hand away from his back, which was hurting him more than being of any help at all.
"If you say so."
"I do say so! Anyway, let's go! We'll be late for the meeting!" Dunk said standing up.
"Yeah, coming," Pond replied following his friend who was rushing out the cafe. He paused to throw tissues in the trash and glanced at the restaurant across the street where he could see his roommate with a few other guys having brunch.