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MC
Am I really the only one who thinks you'd do anything for money? ;;
Yoosung★
Hahahaha
I think even Seven has a bit of self-respect
707
Well
Yoosung...
You don't know me as well as u thought
Yoosung★
WHat?!
Would you do anything for $$$?? ;;
707
Absolutely
!!!!!
Yoosung★
Anything-anything??!!
707
The Great
7.0.7.
is capable of
anything!
Yoosung★
Anything could be like... anything..
What if someone...
asks you to suck him off??!
707
Oh
You got me there
Mmm...
MC
Is that a thinking Mmm, or a tasting Mmm?
707
Thinkginn!
Thinkign!
Thinking!!!!
Money is money...
so yeah
(depends on how big the pay is)
Yoosung★
no way you’d be up for it!!!!!
How much would you be willing to take to do it?
707
Yoosung
Don’t tell me that
...
you’re interested...
Yoosung★
NO!
Hahahah
I am not
MC
Are you sure, Yoosung? Hmm…
Yoosung★
Stop!!!
This isn't funny T_T
In DMs:
Yoosung★
20 dollars
707
Oh?
What is that I'm hearing?
Yoosung★
Twenty. Dollars
707
Don't you think it's a little low
Yoosung★
It's all i have...
Is the wallet of a college student not enough for u? T_T
707
>_<!
Alright you convinced me!!!!
Where do we meet up, my man
“Okay, okay—hurry,” Yoosung said in a heavy whisper, sounding exasperated, as they reached a secluded spot on campus. Seven knelt down, unfastening Yoosung’s belt against a white wall surrounded by bushes. Looking up from below, his yellow eyes fixed on Yoosung, Seven spoke, “You know I always joke around and take things to extremes...” His words carried genuine concern. “But why choose here when you have your own place?”
“I know...” Yoosung sighed. “It’s really stupid, but I don’t want us to go to my place or yours; and definitely not a love hotel...! I feel like that would make it... intimate.”
“Intimate, hmm?”
“Gayer, I mean...”
“I see.”
Seven unzipped his pants.
“But what if someone catches us here? I wouldn’t mind if they saw me , I'm just a nobody, but you —you could get expelled. And worst-case scenario, even your parents find out.”
“Yes, but...” Yoosung trailed off, overwhelmed by his thoughts. “Augh, I don’t want to think about it, Seven! This will do, okay? So, if you may proceed...”
Seven sighed, not entirely convinced but still, did as told. He placed his hands where he had to and kneeled a bit down to reach Yoosung’s underwear level. A playful smile spread across his face as he took in the sight before him.
“Hard already?”
Yoosung’s embarrassment became evident as he averted his gaze. His eyes drifted to the crowd of students carrying their books, heading to their classes, engaging in conversation as he sank into his shoulders with someone kneeling in front of him about to...
The underlying anxiety intensified, making him contemplate the urge to call off the whole thing abruptly. However, something pulled him back—a touch, Seven’s fingers gently stroking him over his underwear, wrapping him up in his palm.
“No...” Yoosung’s voice was barely a whisper. “Stop... touching it over my underwear...” he pleaded, the words escaping his lips in a hushed tone.
Seven immediately paused, looking at him with kind patience. “Right,” he said with a smile. “You’re not paying me for preliminaries...”
An angry whisper came from Yoosung, feeling that Seven was not taking the situation as seriously as he was. “Preliminaries?! Is that how much you enjoy this, to do more than asked for free?” trying to embarrass him in return, challenging any insecurities Seven might have about his masculinity. But he couldn’t—not when Seven was the one with hands over him and controlled everything about this.
“Seems like my friendship isn’t well appreciated,” he remarked softly as he gently pulled down the waistband.
Yoosung shifted his gaze to the grass, trying to evade the sensation of doing something he might regret in such a place, feeling exposed for the first time with someone he had known for so long and who didn’t seem as bothered by the situation. His escape was short-lived though. A shuddered breath escaped his throat as soon as Seven’s lips pressed against his naked tip in a teasing kiss. Embarrassment flooded him as he covered his face, barely capable of restraining himself.
Upon hearing Yoosung, Seven allowed his lips to part slowly, wrapping him inside. The effect on the boy was intense; he became a quivering mess, his legs tangling, his body threatening to collapse against the stark white wall as he looked for some balance. A gasp escaped him, thankfully drowned out by the rustling foliage and the distant chatter of passersby.
With a gentle touch, Seven guided one of Yoosung’s trembling hands to his own curly locks. Looking up at Yoosung with a tender expression, Luciel almost mirrored a warm smile before closing his eyes to focus on his task.
A warm flush crept up Yoosung’s cheeks, ignited not only by the embarrassment of the situation but also by a surge of unfamiliar emotions. In that fleeting instant, Luciel’s presence struck him as incredibly endearing, almost rivaling the cuteness of a woman. As he trembled under the wet and fervent contact, he found stability by clutching onto Seven’s hair. Initially cautious, he gingerly tugged, wary of causing any discomfort. This sudden realization sparked a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts within his mind.
Was it odd to find another man cute in such a way?
He found himself oddly relieved that they weren’t in a more intimate setting, such as his own room or a secluded love hotel, for he couldn’t fathom how he might react if he found another man equally adorable.
However, as Luciel took more of him into his mouth and the intensity of the motions increased, Yoosung’s grip on his hair involuntarily tightened. It became a silent form of communication; the firmer Yoosung pulled, the more he yearned for it. Luciel showed no signs of objection to the heightened intensity; his eyes remained closed, and though muffled, soft moans resonated from his lips. It was evident that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Soon, he finished, and to his surprise, it wasn’t as awkward as he had imagined. However, as Luciel spat his sperm onto the grass, Yoosung couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment.
“No!” he exclaimed, his voice betraying his dismay. “Why did you do that?!”
Luciel shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Your friendship points aren’t enough for me to swallow that.”
“I thought it was part of the deal...”
He let out a hearty laugh. “Well, it’s full of vitamins and minerals, so I guess it’s good for the grass.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yeah,” Seven replied with a grin. “Nature’s fertilizer, right?”
After carefully adjusting the zipper of his pants, Yoosung reached for his wallet, retrieving it from his pocket. He emptied its contents into Seven’s hand. “Here,” he said, a bit embarrassed.
Seven’s response was casual, almost nonchalant. “Oh, right. Almost forgot about it,” he quipped, his attention momentarily diverted as he counted the bills in his hand.
Yoosung couldn’t help but shoot Seven a quizzical glance, a silent question lingering in the air between them that he could not dare to put into words out loud.
How could he forget about it...?