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The room was electric, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the walls as a sea of bodies moved in time to the music. Shin stood at the edge of the dance floor, his champagne glass dangling loosely from his fingers. He wasn’t here for the party, wasn’t here for the glittering lights or the endless noise. He was here for him.
Across the room, Saint leaned casually against the bar, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show broad chest. He was laughing at something someone said, but his eyes darted over to him, a flicker of heat in his gaze that made his stomach flip.
Shin had been in love with Saint for years, but he only ever saw him as his best friend. He hated it—the label, the limitations, the way it felt like a wall between them. Tonight, he was done playing it safe.
Shin smoothed his hands over the sleek black shirt he’d bought for this exact moment. He hadn’t spent hours getting ready for anyone else. The dress wasn’t for his confidence, his self-expression, or the party. It was for him, and he was hoping—praying—he’d notice.
“Hey, you made it,” Saint said as he walked over to him, his smile lazy and intoxicating.
Shin felt his heart race as he looked up at him. “Of course. You invited me.”
His eyes swept over him, and for a split second, he thought he saw something flicker—something beyond friendship. “You look... different tonight,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.
He smirked, leaning closer so he could hear him over the music. “Good different?”
He hesitated, his gaze dipping briefly to the opened shirt revealing his neck and collarbone before meeting his eyes again. “Yeah. Good different.”
Hours later, the party began to go wild, the crowd was huge as people trickled inside the place. Shin found himself in the corner of the room with Saint, the two of them nursing their drinks.
“Can I tell you something?” Shin asked, his voice soft but steady.
Saint tilted his head, his expression curious. “Hm.”
He took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around his glass. “I don’t want you like a best friend.”
Saint blinked, his easy smile faltering. “What?”
“I said I don’t want you like a best friend,” he repeated, his voice firmer this time. He stepped closer, his heart pounding.
The silence between them was deafening, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Saint stared at him, his expression unreadable.
“Shin—” he started, but she cut him off.
“Don’t,” he said quickly. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too. Don’t tell me I’m imagining the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. Just... tell me the truth.”
Saint's jaw tightened, and for a moment, Shin thought he might walk away. But then he took a step closer, his hand brushing against his. “You’re not imagining it,” he admitted, his voice low and rough.
His breath hitched as Saint reached out, his hands grazing in his waist as he pulled him closer. “Fuck it,” he whispered.
Saint leaned in, his lips brushing against his, everything seemed to stop—the music, the distant laughter, the hum of the world outside. The kiss was tentative at first but quickly deepening as the dam between them broke. Shin's hands found his shirt, pulling him closer, his heart pounding hard.
— 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓞𝓯𝓯 —
The party was all but forgotten as they slipped out the back door, the cool night air brushing against their flushed skin. The quiet of the street was a welcome reprieve from the noise and chaos inside, though Shin’s heart still pounded as if the music hadn’t stopped.
Saint laced their fingers together, his grip firm but gentle. “Come on,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?” Shin asked, his voice breathless but filled with anticipation.
“You’ll see,” Saint replied, tugging him along with a grin that made Shin’s knees weak.
They walked in comfortable silence, the tension between them humming like electricity. When Saint finally stopped, they were at the edge of a quiet park, the city lights twinkling in the distance.
“I used to come here when I needed to think,” Saint said, his voice quiet. “It’s peaceful. Figured it’d be a good place for us to talk.”
“Talk?” Shin teased, though his heart swelled at the thoughtfulness behind Saint’s words.
Saint chuckled, pulling him closer until their bodies pressed together. “Okay, maybe not just talk.”
His lips found Shin’s again, softer this time, full of promise and unspoken feelings. The world around them faded as they gave in to everything they’d held back for so long.
And before Shin could even ask again, Saint tugged him along, pulling him into motion. There was no hesitation, no second thoughts—just the magnetic pull of Saint’s presence. The world outside felt like a distant memory as they hurried to Shin’s apartment.
The door slammed open behind them as they entered, Saint’s lips crashing against Shin’s in a fiery kiss. The urgency of it left them both breathless as Shin’s back collided with the door, the wood thudding lightly beneath him. Saint’s mouth moved against his with an intensity that made everything else disappear. His hands were everywhere—shifting, pulling, guiding—as if the world was theirs for the taking.
They broke apart, their foreheads meeting, breaths mingling in the dim light of the hallway. Their eyes locked, intense and searching, and in that brief, quiet moment, everything else fell away.
Saint’s fingers traced the line of Shin’s jaw, a slow, deliberate touch that sent sparks of heat down Shin’s spine. He lingered at Shin’s lips, the red tint still fresh from their kiss, before leaning in again, capturing his mouth with the same hunger, the same desperation.
Shin’s arms moved instinctively, wrapping around Saint’s neck, pulling him closer as his body responded to the pressure of Saint’s hands—one firm on his waist, the other now sliding under him, lifting him off the ground. Shin’s legs instinctively wrapped around Saint’s waist, his hands tangling in Saint’s hair as they continued to kiss, the world spinning faster, the pressure building between them.
Saint’s movements were purposeful, but there was a wildness to them, as if nothing else mattered except the now. As Saint walked them towards the bedroom, he didn’t care if he bumped into a wall or tripped over something—his only focus was getting them there, to the place where they could finally be alone, away from prying eyes.
Shin’s heart pounded as Saint’s hands roamed, gripping his thighs tighter, his other hand sliding to Shin’s ass as he continued to walk, carrying him effortlessly. Shin’s breath hitched with every step they took, every kiss they shared, his body alive with the rush of it all.
The door slammed shut behind them, the sound reverberating through the quiet room as Saint and Shin stumbled toward the bed. The heat between them was palpable, an unspoken intensity that seemed to set the air around them aflame. They tumbled onto the mattress, limbs tangling as if the world outside no longer existed.
Saint pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he stood, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Shin lay sprawled on the bed, his shirt half unbuttoned, revealing tantalizing glimpses of his chest. His disheveled hair framed his flushed face, and his lips, swollen and red from their kisses, curved into a soft, almost teasing smile. He was breathtaking—ethereal in a way that made Saint's heart stutter.
Shin’s dark eyes glimmered with mischief as he slowly sat up, leaning back on his hands, his gaze never leaving Saint’s. “What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down Saint’s spine.
Saint swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure, but the way Shin was looking at him made it impossible. Then, with deliberate slowness, Shin bit his lower lip, a gesture so subtle yet so devastating that it nearly unraveled Saint completely.
Shin got up from the bed, his movements fluid and graceful as he stood before Saint. The tension between them thickened, and Saint instinctively leaned forward, their faces so close that their noses brushed. Their breaths mingled in the space between them, and Saint could feel the warmth of Shin’s skin radiating against his own.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” Shin whispered, his lips barely grazing Saint’s as he spoke, his voice both a challenge and an invitation.
Saint’s chest tightened, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.
“I didn’t buy this shirt because I wanted to look nice for you,” Shin continued, his tone dropping into something almost wicked. His fingers played with the collar of Saint’s shirt, his touch light yet deliberate. “I bought it because I wanted you to take it off.”
He bit his lip again, this time with a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Saint felt a flush creep up his neck, his throat dry as he swallowed hard.
Shin noticed, of course—he always noticed. His grin widened as he grabbed Saint’s collar, his movements decisive yet teasing. With a firm tug, he pulled Saint down toward him, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, electric, and full of promise for the night that had only just begun.
Shin’s hands wandered, his fingers sliding under Saint’s shirt, his nails lightly dragging against his skin as if staking his claim. Saint groaned against Shin’s lips, his restraint slipping as he pressed Shin back onto the bed, pinning him there with a look that spoke volumes.
“Careful what you ask for,” Saint murmured, his voice a low growl that made Shin shiver beneath him.
Shin smirked, his hands sliding up to tangle in Saint’s hair, pulling him closer. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
The room was heavy with tension, the dim light casting shadows that danced across the walls. Shin’s breath hitched as Saint hovered over him, his predatory smirk promising anything but mercy.
“Oh really?” Saint teased, his voice low and husky, the words laced with a dangerous edge. “Then you better get ready, because you’re not going to be walking for a while.”
Before Shin could respond, Saint’s lips crashed into his, aggressive and unapologetic. His hands moved with a desperate kind of urgency, tearing Shin’s shirt open to reveal his flushed skin. The cool air bit against the heat of his body, only to be replaced by the searing warmth of Saint’s mouth as he trailed kisses down Shin’s neck.
Shin’s hands found their way into Saint’s hair, tugging hard enough to earn a growl of approval. His gasp filled the room when Saint’s teeth grazed his collarbone, biting down with enough force to leave a mark—a vivid bruise blooming on his skin.
Saint pulled back just enough to admire his handiwork, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he took in the reddening mark. “Perfect,” he murmured, ignoring Shin’s whine as he reached for Saint’s arm.
“Nuh-uh,” Saint chastised, his voice dripping with mock patience. “Be a good boy and wait.”
Shin’s frustration only deepened as Saint began to unbutton his own shirt, taking his time with each one as though savoring Shin’s agony. He let the fabric slide off his shoulders, exposing his toned chest, before moving to his belt. Slowly, agonizingly, he unfastened it, the soft clink of metal echoing in the silence.
Shin let out a frustrated whimper, his eyes pleading as Saint deliberately removed his pants in the slowest way possible. Saint chuckled at the sound, his amusement clear. “What’s wrong, baby? Impatient already?”
“Saint…” Shin groaned, his tone a mix of desperation and irritation.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Saint stood before him, bare and unapologetically confident. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Like what you see?”
Shin groaned again, trying to sit up, but Saint was quicker, pushing him back onto the bed with firm hands. “No, baby,” Saint whispered, leaning close to his ear, his breath hot and tantalizing. “I’m the one taking this off.”
Shin shivered under the weight of his words, his body arching involuntarily as Saint’s hands traveled down to his stomach, tracing slow, deliberate patterns. His fingertips danced up to Shin’s chest, finding a nipple and pinching it lightly. The sharp sensation made Shin gasp, his body trembling as Saint continued to tease.
“You’re so sensitive,” Saint murmured, his lips curving into a devilish smile before he leaned down to take the other nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazing just enough to make Shin moan.
Shin’s back arched at the sensation, his hands clutching at the sheets as Saint worked him over. Just as Shin began to lose himself, Saint pulled away, sitting up to unbutton Shin’s pants with maddening precision.
Shin hastily lifted his hips to help him, desperate for relief. But Saint wasn’t done tormenting him yet. “Leave the shirt on,” Saint said, his voice dark and commanding. “You look sexy in it.”
Shin’s eyes widened slightly, his chest heaving as Saint took in the sight of him—shirt torn open, pants discarded, and utterly at his mercy.
“You’re a mess,” Saint said with a chuckle, his gaze trailing over Shin’s flushed skin and trembling body. “And you’re all mine.”
Shin’s whimper was all the confirmation he needed as Saint leaned in again, his touch and lips making good on every promise his smirk had made.
— 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓞𝓯𝓯 —
The room was dimly lit, the only sound filling the space was the rustle of sheets and the heavy breathing between them. Shin's fingers clenched the fabric beneath him, his knuckles white as he bit down on his bottom lip. His eyes squeezed shut, his chest rising and falling as he felt the stretch.
“Nghh,” Shin whimpered, his voice trembling as he struggled to adjust, the sensation sending sparks of both pleasure and discomfort coursing through his body.
Saint hovered over him, his dark eyes fixed on Shin's face, his expression softening as he watched Shin’s features contort. “Look at me,” Saint whispered, his voice low and coaxing. He leaned down, brushing his lips against Shin’s in a tender kiss, trying to pull his focus away from the pain.
Their lips melded together, soft and warm, a silent reassurance shared between them. Saint’s hand cupped Shin’s face, his thumb brushing against his cheek. Slowly, he continued to press forward, feeling the tight heat surrounding him.
“Ahh,” Shin gasped, arching his back as Saint finally seated himself fully. The initial discomfort gave way to a heady, unfamiliar pleasure, his body trembling beneath Saint's steady weight.
“Fuck,” Saint breathed, his voice rough and thick with restraint as he gazed down at Shin. Their faces were so close, their breaths mingling in the humid air between them. His chest heaved, his muscles taut as he stilled, giving Shin the time he needed to adjust.
Shin’s eyelids fluttered open, meeting Saint’s gaze. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, but also something fiery, something that made Saint’s breath hitch.
“Move,” Shin murmured, his voice shaky but filled with determination. He began to shift his hips slightly, testing the waters.
Saint let out a deep, guttural groan, his composure slipping as his hands found their way to Shin’s wrist. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, pinning Shin’s wrists above his head in one swift, commanding motion.
A shiver ran down Shin’s spine at the intensity in Saint’s eyes. He surrendered to the grip, his fingers curling instinctively.
Saint began to move, slow and deliberate at first, his hips rolling with precision. Each thrust was measured, designed to coax the maximum amount of pleasure from Shin while grounding himself in the overwhelming sensation.
Shin let out a strangled moan, his back arching as waves of heat coursed through his body. “Saint,” he gasped, his voice breaking into a plea as the pleasure started to overpower him.
Saint leaned down, capturing Shin’s lips in another kiss, this one more urgent, more desperate. His movements quickened, his rhythm deepening as he lost himself in the moment. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their labored breaths and the occasional whispered curse.
“You feel so good,” Saint growled against Shin’s lips, his voice raw. "Fuck, you look so beautiful with that shirt on." As he looked at Shin's fucked up state, sweat glistening in his body while his shirt was hanging in his shoulder.
The heat and tension, the sound of labored breaths and skin meeting skin filling the air. Shin’s body trembled beneath Saint’s relentless pace, his head tilting back as another moan spilled from his lips.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Shin taunted, a sly smirk curving his lips despite the heat coursing through him.
Saint’s eyes darkened, his brows lifting in amusement at the challenge. “Oh, you’ll regret that,” he muttered, gripping Shin’s hips with bruising force.
In an instant, Saint adjusted his angle, driving into him with precision, aiming for the spot that had Shin crying out moments before. The reaction was immediate—a loud, high-pitched moan tearing from Shin’s throat, his hands scrambling to find purchase on the sheets.
“Ahh, there!” Shin gasped, his voice trembling as his smirk dissolved into pure, unrestrained pleasure.
Saint’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his movements growing harsher, rougher, as he focused on that same spot over and over. Shin’s body writhed beneath him, his mind clouded with ecstasy, his attempts to escape Saint’s hold futile.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Saint growled, tightening his grip on Shin’s wrists as the latter squirmed beneath him.
After a minute of fruitless struggling, Saint released Shin’s wrists, slowing his pace to an agonizing halt. The sudden lack of motion had Shin whining in protest, his chest heaving as he turned his gaze back to Saint.
“Don’t stop,” Shin pleaded, his voice breaking into a needy groan.
Saint chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “Patience,” he teased, his grin widening as he grabbed Shin’s legs and hooked them over his shoulders. Leaning down, he thrust into him harshly, the angle forcing a sharp gasp from Shin.
Shin’s nails dug into Saint’s shoulders, leaving red marks as his back arched from the overwhelming intensity. His head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut as Saint pounded into him with relentless precision.
“Fuck, yes! Faster!” Shin cried out, his voice desperate as he clung to Saint for dear life.
Saint obliged, each thrust harder and deeper, hitting Shin’s sweet spot repeatedly. The sounds spilling from Shin grew louder, his body trembling as he teetered on the edge of release.
“Fuck, I’m coming!” Shin gasped, his voice high and breathless.
Just as he reached his peak, Saint suddenly stopped, pulling back with a smug grin as Shin let out a frustrated groan.
“Saint,” Shin growled, his tone a mix of desperation and irritation.
Saint only chuckled, his hands firmly gripping Shin’s hips as he flipped him onto all fours with ease. Saint's hand grazed his skin, guiding his legs apart.
The shift in position left Shin breathless, anticipation coursing through his veins as Saint leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. His lips brushed against the soft skin of his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Try not to lose strength, darling,” he whispered, his voice low and silky, sending a thrill through him. “Be sure your arms are strong enough to withstand the pleasure.”
Shin gasped, his fingers digging into the sheets beneath him as his words ignited something primal within him. Every nerve in his body seemed to come alive once again at the sound of his voice, the weight of his words lingering like a spark, ready to set him aflame.
Saint pulled back just enough to look at him, his smirk full of satisfaction as he watched the way Shin's body reacted to his words.
Shin could barely catch his breath, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession as she tried to steady himself, as Saint's hand grip his ass cheeks, he gulps slowly as his eyes shut closed when he felt Saint hand parted his ass open.
Saint smirked, looking at the swollen and reddening hole, Shin let out a gasp as his arms almost gave out when Saint traced its finger into the latter's hole.
“are you ready?” he asked, his voice now thick with desire. The question hung in the air, Shin barely had time to process the words before Saint surged forward, thrusting into him with renewed vigor. Shin’s arms gave out beneath him, his body surrendering completely to the waves of pleasure that threatened to drown him.
Shin's body trembled as Saint's hands gripped his hips, each thrust sending waves of heat crashing over him. His knuckles were white, his grip so tight on the sheets that it felt like they might tear.
He buried his face into the fabric, the coolness of the sheets doing nothing to alleviate the fire burning inside of him. His muscles tensed, every inch of his body taut with the need for more. "Oh, baby," he heard Saint's voice, rough and strained, before the sharp sting of Saint’s hand colliding against his ass cheeks made him gasp. The sensation was both painful and electrifying, every hit leaving a mark that would last long after the moment passed.
Shin’s breath hitched as his body bucked against the force of Saint’s thrusts. His mind was a haze, barely able to focus on anything except the overwhelming intensity of Saint's touch. He turned his head just enough to catch a glimpse of the man behind him—Saint’s face twisted in concentration, his lips parted, eyes dark with lust.
Saint’s palm connected with his ass cheek but this time harshly leaving a hand print on his ass, as he slammed roughly into Shin, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the quiet room. Shin's eyes widened, tears welling as he inhaled sharply. The sting ignited a forbidden spark within him. Shin’s breath caught in his throat as he met Saint’s gaze, the rawness of their connection sending a shock through his entire body.
"Does it excite you?" Saint's low, husky tone sent shivers down Shin's spine. Before Shin could respond, Saint's skilled thrust ignited his sweet spot.
Shin's moan "Mnh!" was muffled against the sheet, his face contorted in ecstasy.
Saint's gaze burned with intensity. "Look at me," he demanded, slapping Shin's ass once more.
Shin's eyes snapped upward, locking onto Saint's, as pleasure and pain entwined. Face burned, tears spilled, and his breath caught. "Y-yes," he stammered, voice barely audible.
Shin's gaze met Saint's, their eyes locking in a charged standoff. The air thickened with tension.
Saint's fingers grazed Shin's ass, thrusting harshly. "Tell me, Shin... How much pain can you endure for pleasure?"
Shin's moaned. "A-as much as you want."
Saint's smile widened. "We'll test those limits."
Shin's high-pitched moans echoed through the dimly lit room, mingling with Saint's labored breaths. Each relentless thrust sparked electric pleasure, intensified by the rhythmic slaps that left Shin's skin burning, tender and flushed.
Shin's fingers clawed at bed sheet, desperate for anchor. His eyes screwed shut, lost in swirling sensations.
Saint's growls harmonized with Shin's gasps, fueling the frenzied pace.
Shin’s voice escaped him in a soft, pleading sound. “Saint...”
Saint growled, a primal sound that sent another rush of heat through Shin’s body.
“You feel so fucking good,” he said, his voice thick with desire. The words sent another sharp jolt of pleasure through Shin, leaving him breathless and exposed.
With every thrust, every spank, every sting, every groan, the line between pain and pleasure blurred until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Shin’s body was a taut wire, stretched thin with the force of Saint’s movements. He gripped the sheets tighter, desperate for something to ground him as his body was claimed by Saint over and over again.
He could barely think, could barely speak—only feel. Feel the way Saint’s hands molded his skin, feel the way Saint’s body moved with such precision, such hunger. As Saint's hand struck again, Shin's control disintegrated. His body convulsed, shuddering violently. Thrusts intensified, slaps grew fiercer. The dam burst.
A piercing moan tore from Shin's lips as he climaxed. His trembling body threatened collapse, but Saint's grip on his hips held firm. Saint's relentless pursuit of release reached its peak with one final, forceful thrust. He cummed inside Shin.
Shin's whimpers mingled with Saint's ragged breaths. Saint withdrew, witnessing his own release spill from Shin. Exhausted, he snatched the discarded blanket, enveloping them in warmth.
Saint held Shin close, feeling the weight of their shared exhaustion settle over them. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel the stickiness of sweat on their skin as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion. Shin’s arms were wrapped tightly around Saint, his face pressed against his chest, still so warm despite the lingering fatigue.
Shin shifted slightly, his voice muffled as he mumbled against Saint’s skin, “We’re both sticky and sweaty…”
Saint smiled, brushing a strand of Shin’s hair away from his forehead. “Hm, I’ll clean us up later,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, the exhaustion of the night and their shared connection beginning to weigh on him.
Shin hummed, a soft sound of agreement, before he let out a contented sigh, his body relaxing in Saint’s embrace. The sound of Shin’s steady breathing soon shifted to something slower, more rhythmic, and Saint knew before the soft snore reached his ears that Shin had fallen asleep.
Saint chuckled quietly to himself, his heart swelling with affection. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Shin’s forehead, savoring the warmth of the moment, the comfort of having him in his arms. It wasn’t just the exhaustion that had him sinking into the sheets; it was the peaceful sense of contentment, knowing Shin was here, with him.
His own tiredness soon caught up with him, the peaceful rhythm of Shin’s breathing lulling him toward sleep. He tightened his hold on Shin, pulling him even closer, letting the quiet of the room wrap around them. They didn’t need words anymore. Saint drifted off, the weight of the day finally lifting as he held onto Shin, knowing that in the morning, they would face whatever came next together.
And for now, that was enough.