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Among the many things in life that bring out the differences in people’s opinions, college is one of the most polarizing ones of all. You either enjoy college, or absolutely despise it; no in between. However, choosing which school and what program to take does bring a little bit of excitement. Take it as a little breather before you jump head first into a life of misery and possibly debt too.
Lee Sangwon was a picture perfect arts student, within just his first year, he had managed to have his face plastered on every possible piece of advertising and merchandise their school had, caps, brochures, flyers, stickers—even pen toppers. He was even told by some hearsay that it won’t be long until they slap his face behind a hoodie. Or have an ink pad the shape of his head.
It was truly an impressive feat, and Sangwon enjoyed every single bit of it.
As far as human ego goes, Sangwon had enough to fit the kind of image he had built for himself. Approachable and kind, but not too much that he would make the other students realize that he was just like them. Admittedly, the fame got to his head a little. He bathed in tubs of opportunities and ate plates of compliments every single day. The thought of living a different college life than everyone else sang him lullabies to bed every night.
The coming of a new school year meant tons of unnecessary advertising for their school, to lure in more unsuspecting students with their extravagance. After many years of service, they had perfected that High School Musical glamour image, taking the focus away from the exorbitant tuition fees. Selling a phony fantasy of ‘we’re all in this together’ only for poor students to find out that they were in fact not in this together just a little before the first midterms.
And this year, it had fallen into the hands of Sangwon to be the model and project head for their school ad.
Giving him complete creative freedom of what he wanted to show the future fresh blood of their school, Sangwon revered the idea of being the first person students would recognize upon enrolling. So as soon as official documents with all the necessary papers needed for the project were handed to him by the student council’s secretary, he jumped right into action.
With a skip in his step and a vision in his mind, Sangwon knew what he wanted and Sangwon knew he was going to get it.
Lazily lifting his phone up to his face to check the time, a groan of exhaustion escaped his lips. It was way past 5PM and he still had one last stop to make. Not that he made that many throughout the day, it’s just that meeting fellow students who were considered young professionals or prodigies in the film and marketing industry was not something he expected to be as tiring as it was. He’s always been just the model, all the logistics and preparation were done by a separate team, this was a first for him.
Standing in front of hopefully the last door he’ll have to face at school for the day, he checks his appearance on his phone camera, tidying his clothes and flicking strands of his hair behind his ears. He stares at the sign hanging by the mahogany grain, ‘Videography Club’ right before pushing it open with the prettiest smile he could muster with all the remaining energy he had.
“Hello! It’s Lee Sangwon! I assume you’ve received the official papers that were submitted prior to— uhm, excuse me?”
Smile dropping so fast, he scowls at the lack of response, no ounce of hospitality coming from the lone guy he saw inside the room whatsoever. The person was seated, body slightly slouched with both elbows propped on the table, head down and extremely focused on… crocheting?
Did he get the wrong room? He was so sure he read the sign correctly. Scanning the area, it did seem like he was in the right place, cameras and various filming equipment were neatly arranged, a dark blue backdrop was even rolled out. Maybe this guy was just hanging around and wasn’t part of the club, but he was still pissed because seconds had passed and his presence was still yet to be acknowledged.
Stomping his way over to the table, he looks down at the person who was still busy with his crochet, he was straight up being ignored at this point, the disrespect churning his nerves. With a raised voice he fires, “Are you just gonna keep ignoring me? If you don’t know shit about anything, then you could have at least said so!” he slams the papers on the table and right in front of the boy, his crocheting finally coming to a halt.
Putting down his knitting needles, he lifts up his head slowly, taking off his airpods, and meeting face to face with Sangwon.
Oh.
He had airpods on.
Oh.
He was fine as fuck.
Sangwon’s thoughts flipped faster than the speed of light.
“I’m so sorry, I had my phone at full volume and I was so invested in my crocheting.” The boy smiled, Sangwon’s mind shuts off—he had a dimple, Sangwon’s heart explodes.
No response, but this time from Sangwon.
“Are you okay? You seem to be very flushed.” He says with a slight laugh, but the hint of concern in his voice was apparent. The deep tone sent shivers down Sangwon’s body, violently dragging him back to reality, “Y-yes, I’m fine! I’m Lee Sangwon by the way.” his voice came out small and sheepish, unable to calm the butterflies he felt fluttering in his stomach.
Slowly tucking strands of his hair behind his ear, he tries to reassess the situation because this bombshell in front of him was not who he expected to meet.
“Of course I know you, your pretty face is literally everywhere!” The guy seemed very pleased to meet Sangwon, but of course he was too focused on the part where he got called pretty, admiring the way it slipped out of this man’s lips so naturally, as if they were meant to speak Sangwon’s name, as if they were meant to kiss—okay.
He mentally shakes his head rigorously, fending off the thoughts that were forming in his mind.
Just then, a switch flips in his brain, he wants this boy all to himself. And just like a chameleon in his natural environment, his whole demeanor adjusts to the situation, taking on a new form, almost akin to a reptile shedding their skin to reveal something new, something different, something more bold.
“Oh gosh you’re too kind, you look pretty good yourself.” The words roll off his tongue slyly, making sure to maximize the flirting skills he had mastered throughout the years. Suddenly, this wasn’t just about filming an ad for their school anymore.
Laughing with that deep voice of his, Sangwon notices how his ears were a bit bigger than his own, and that they were turning redder by the second. Cute, he thinks. “I’m Geonwoo, Kim Geonwoo. As of now I’m the only available member in the club, since everyone else was assigned to film that docuseries on the school’s founder.” Sangwon’s thoughts jumped for joy, the timing was just impeccable, almost as if the god of love herself made way for this perfect opportunity—or the god of lust, whichever one heard his prayers.
Geonwoo stands up to clear out the table, taking all his crocheting materials and stashing them into a drawer. Pulling out a laptop from his bag, he places it on the table, opening it as the screen lights up to immediately show an open document. He takes another chair and sets it down beside his own, patting on it for Sangwon to have a seat; to which he obliges almost too quickly.
Being at close proximity with Geonwoo allowed him to take in his features more clearly. He started talking about the technicalities of the film, but Sangwon was barely listening, even telling Geonwoo a straight up lie that he wasn’t creative enough to come up with a concept or a whole skit, and that as the expert he trusts him completely. Like a true professional, he pulls out a separate document containing a concept and outline he had come up with beforehand. Sangwon found this extremely attractive. He loves a responsible man.
One hand on his laptop’s mousepad and the other relaxed on his lap, Sangwon let his words form into a cloud in his mind as his eyes were focused on exploring his body. His chair was positioned diagonally, allowing him to look at his device and also face Sangwon beside him, whose eyes have been practically burning holes into his clothes.
Physically, he was definitely bigger than Sangwon, expansive shoulders that seemed to stretch for miles, his sweater’s sleeves were rolled up, exposing the firm forearms, and a few veins ran prominently along his fingers down to his elbows on both arms. His legs were sharp and long, not to mention he was practically manspreading in front of him. Sangwon entertained each and every dirty thought he had of this man at that moment.
At some point, Geonwoo must have noticed how the other’s attention was completely absent, a playful smirk formed on his lips. He leans in closer to Sangwon’s face, catching how Sangwon’s eyes blinked in surprise, because just seconds ago he was picturing a sight of Geonwoo’s naked body in his mind, and now their lips were literally inches away from each other, practically feeling the warmth of the other’s breath on his.
“Did you get all that?”
Sangwon nods nervously, less from actually being nervous and more from excitement.
“Then I’ll see you tomorrow, Sangwon.”
The warm smile on Geonwoo’s face helped him ignore the glaring issue that he didn’t understand anything one bit.
“Wow, you’re pretty dolled up today aren’t you.” his friend, Liyu, comments at the sight of Sangwon reapplying his makeup for the nth time today, how could he not? He’s been tossing and turning in bed last night from excitement, thanks to a certain cute videographer he’ll be meeting later. “Well duh, I can’t pass up this golden opportunity that’s been handed to me on a silver platter.” He brushes the product on his cheekbones evenly, admiring the beautiful red tinge that adorned his face on the mirror of his Charlotte Tilbury blush.
Closing his compact shut, he turns to Liyu, “How do I look?” the other eyes him up and down, Sangwon donned a black blazer that fit his frame just right, with a matching plain white polo underneath, topped with a thin black silky ribbon tied neatly into a bow and tucked under his collar. For his bottoms, a pair of short high waisted black slacks that ended just on his thighs, accompanied by plain black knee-high socks that had frills just below his knees—and matte black Dr. Martens for his footwear.
“It’s giving slutty, honestly.” Liyu‘s face contrasted his words, he seemed pretty impressed.
“Perfect.” Sangwon claps his palms together, barely able to contain the rush of excitement he was feeling. He’s done countless shoots in his life, from infantry of having his face on diaper packs, to middle school of landing a position on being the face of a milk carton, all the way to college, where it seemed like he was about to step into the most crucial moment of his blossoming modeling career.
“You’re kind of doing too much I think, but I respect the hustle.” Another remark from Liyu eases his nerves a little.
“Oh? But I learned this method from you though? The person who slutted his way into the pants of the school band’s lead vocalist while dressed like Wednesday Addams if she was played by Sydney Sweeney who escaped from Euphoria.”
“Don’t get too posh now, I was simply taking a page from the Lee Sangwon guidebook of ‘How to take a man in four easy steps’ serialized all the way back from high school.”
“And which edition of the guidebook would that be?”
“The oral edition.”
Both of them break out in heartily laughs from their own jabs, the teasing from Liyu made Sangwon feel even more confident. He wasn’t someone who only had their looks going for them, he clearly had personality too. And a good mouth.
With a skip in his step, he arrives in front of the videography club’s room. Before pocketing his phone, he takes one more look at the camera, fixing the strands of hair that fell neatly on his forehead. Just as he hovers his knuckles on the wooden door to knock, an explosion of voices from inside makes him jump—he was supposed to have Geonwoo all to himself!
His expression turning sour in an instant, he bypasses knocking and turns the door knob, opening the door immediately.
“Oh, come on! I told you two to have things tidied up by this time already!”
“I heard you loud and clear hyung, but fish face over here seems to have gone deaf from all that screeching he calls singing!”
“You can’t be talking smack about my singing when your voice sounds like a vaped out chipmunk!”
Sangwon stood there stunned and clueless. In front of him were two clearly younger boys who looked like they were about to beat the shit out of each other, the taller one gripping a ringlight and the shorter one carrying a whole projector as if they were weapons. Between them was Geonwoo, trying his best to distance the boys from each other. It was a comedic sight, Sangwon found himself anticipating the outcome of this brawl.
“Sangwon’s gonna be here any minute now, if both of you don’t make up and leave, I’ll—“
Geonwoo’s sharp words are cut short when his eyes meet Sangwon’s, almost too perfectly, both boys halt their fighting to look at him as well, the three boys frozen in their places as if they had just seen a ghostly figure. Especially Geonwoo, Sangwon could’ve sworn he saw his pupils contract and shatter.
All eyes on him, he can’t help but smile awkwardly, bringing his fingers up to gesture a small wave.
“Oh god, Sangwon! Ha ha! You’re here!” With all his strength, Geonwoo pushes away the two boys, making them stumble and fall with a thud, voice loud and full, he laughs nervously as he pats down his dress shirt, fixing himself. Sangwon can’t help but giggle in response.
“Hyung, what the hell?” The shorter boy who was now on the floor barks at Geonwoo, but he’s met immediately with the older’s menacing gaze, to which he nearly curls up into a ball. He looked very much like a kicked puppy, Sangwon found it kinda cute.
“Was I interrupting something? I can wait outside for a bit—“ Just as Sangwon gestures towards the door, the three boys scramble in protest, stopping him from leaving the room. “There’s no need for that Sangwon! These two were just about to leave anyway.”
“We were?” The younger boys question in unison, though their answer comes in the form of another death glare from Geonwoo. “Are you sure? I really don’t mind.” Sangwon says with the kindest voice he could muster, the initial feeling of annoyance from the fact that he was not alone with Geonwoo right now started to dissipate, he found the spectacle in front of him quite amusing, it was like looking at an older brother trying to break apart his younger brothers from tearing everything down.
Geonwoo lets out a heavy sigh, he picks up both of the boys by their collar, standing them up in position beside him, his hands slamming onto each of their outer shoulders, pulling them closer towards his body. “Sorry you had to see that, Sangwon.” He says with a slight tone of embarrassment, “These two are my new recruits or practically younger brothers who got kicked out of the docuseries filming set for finishing three days’ worth of snacks in one night. This tall one over here is Woojin, and this rather shorter guy is Sanghyeon.” The two of them wave excitedly at Sangwon, smiles almost too big for their faces, he waves back in response, his lips forming into a smile unconsciously.
“Hi Sangwon hyung! I’ve seen your face everywhere! You’re even cooler in person! Our names are kind of similar too, we should be friends!”
“Me too Sangwon hyung, I heard you liked music a lot, I can play the guitar for you! Not to brag but I’m pretty good at it heh.”
“No one wants to hear you play an out of tune version of Riptide.”
“What did you say?”
Before Sanghyeon and Woojin could start another brawl, Geonwoo steps in immediately and drags both of them out the door.
“See you next time Sangwon hyung!”
“Be careful around Geonwoo hyung, okay? He can be really mean!”
Sangwon coos at the two before Geonwoo slams the door shut, leaving only the both of them inside. “I swear those two… Idiots.” Geonwoo mutters to himself, unexpectedly too loud that Sangwon hears, he breaks into a small laugh, catching Geonwoo by surprise. “That was kind of embarrassing, I apologize Sangwon…” With a defeated look, he walks past Sangwon to tidy up the mess around the room, picking up the ringlight and projector discarded by those who had just been kicked out and placing them back in their rightful positions.
“Seriously, it’s fine, don’t think too much of it. I actually thought it was cute, I can tell you really dote on those two.” He notices the corner of Geonwoo’s lips forming a smile, though it was clearly innocent, he can’t help but picture it as a playful smirk, for his own fantasy’s sake.
“Those two can be a real handful, but they’re good kids. I pretty much grew up watching them fight all the time, being the one that always has to stop them from stabbing each other with forks. But we get along really well. Sometimes.” Sangwon catches the fondness in Geonwoo’s soft voice.
Clearing his throat, he picks up a camera, looking at Sangwon he asks with a warm smile, “So, are you ready to start?”
His heart skips a beat at the question, making him almost jump on his feet as he nods eagerly.
Sangwon sits on a cushy red couch, it’s one of those fancy types with armrests and a back post comfortable enough to lean on, but not too big or flashy. Behind him was a plain white wallpaper neatly rolled out from top to bottom, covering down to the floor beneath his feet.
In front of him were all sorts of filming equipment, two strobe lights positioned diagonally in front of him, softboxes on both sides to make the lighting even; preventing him from looking like an Addams, a beauty dish, some more lights that hung from the ceiling, and a video camera strapped with a shotgun mic. Everything looked expensive and brand new, this might be one of the most well-funded clubs in their school.
Geonwoo adjusts a few of the headlights, and having to stretch his arms upwards to reach them, this gives Sangwon a view to engrave in his mind. Forearms exposed with a few veins protruding, he has a focused look on his face, eyebrows furrowed and lips forming a slight ‘o’. He turns around, and Sangwon nearly gasps out loud at the sight of his dress shirt clinging tightly onto his broad back, outlining his back muscles prominently as they flex about from the stretching of his arms.
Hands glued to his sides and fists closed shut, feeling his nails dig at his palms, he rubs his thighs together, trying to catch the sensation of arousal burning up below his stomach.
Once he finishes the final adjustments, Geonwoo turns to look at Sangwon with a smile, his body instantly freezing as if he’d just been caught red-handed in a naughty act. The other approaches him, leaning down until their faces are inches away from each other, he flashes another smile at Sangwon as he attaches a lavalier microphone on him, just tucked aptly under his blazer. The brush of Geonwoo’s touch even through his clothing made him shiver in anticipation, though he wasn’t quite sure what he was anticipating.
Walking behind the camera, he works some buttons before giving Sangwon the go signal, a red light flashes on the camera and Sangwon’s demeanor shifts in the blink of an eye. Running through the script he had memorized and a few inserted improvisations, they wrap up the first part within the first take, both of them more than satisfied with the outcome. Geonwoo showers him with praises from genuine amazement, seeing Sangwon work his magic in real time felt huge for a videographer like him.
Turning off the camera, he picks up a smaller one, a camcorder. He approaches Sangwon in slow and steady steps, almost menacingly. “For the next part, I’d love to take a close-up shot of you from this angle.” Geonwoo stops right in front of him, he looks down at the other with a pronounced smirk. Sangwon felt small in his seat, he looked up to meet the taller’s eyes, his heart started to race from the undeniable tension whisking in the air, the gap between them was practically nonexistent, his knees rubbing against the other’s shins. He knew what Geonwoo was doing, and he wasn’t about to be bested by this man.
The camcorder starts recording and Sangwon recites his lines, though this time with a little more honey on his tongue. Rolling off his words as if he were seducing the camera, his eyes move back and forth between the lens and Geonwoo’s own, never forgetting to pull out his puppy eyes and bat his lashes when the stare was for the latter. He shuffled a lot on the soft linen couch, like a kitten in heat who couldn’t stay put, Geonwoo’s reactions filled him with a sense of pride and power, his lips parting to let out low groans, and his brows that would furrow every time Sangwon let out a coy giggle. He was about to break, Sangwon could tell.
After what seemed like twenty minutes of Sangwon trying to get the best reactions out of Geonwoo, the other has had enough. Sangwon pinpoints the exact moment the glint in his eyes shifted into something dark and lustful, he felt a feeling of accomplishment swell up in his chest, along with something more burning. Geonwoo runs his fingers softly along Sangwon’s hair, the sudden contact sending jolts of electricity along the boy’s body, he continues through his dialogue, but he abruptly stops when Geonwoo pulls his head closer and bucks his hips at the same time, making Sangwon’s cheek crash into his crotch.
Sangwon’s eyes widened, his breath hitches and a stringy haze started ringing in his ears, for a minute he felt like he had just blacked out from shock. “What the hell are you doing? Keep talking.” The stern tone and commanding voice takes Sangwon by even more surprise. He looks up to see the taller’s eyes completely dark, as if he had just become a completely different person. Sangwon felt a long chill run down his spine, it was scary, it was terrifying, it was hot.
Muttering a meek apology, he resumes to where his lines had cut off, but his voice starts to break as Geonwoo grips his hair, rubbing his cheek on his clothed dick, Sangwon could literally feel the hardening member grow bigger and bigger. His brain felt like it was being caressed by Geonwoo’s cock as well; he wanted more, this was simply not enough for him. As much as he loved the idea of folding into submission, he had his own desires to fulfill.
Not wanting to waste any more time on foreplay, his fingers move quickly on the other’s pants, undoing his belt and buttons and grabbing the hem of both his pants and boxers, pulling them down at the same time. Geonwoo’s cock springs out of the fabric, hitting Sangwon’s nose, his pupils practically turned into the shape of hearts at the sight of the long member in front of him, it looked just as handsome as its owner’s face, lengthy and thick, a few veins popping out of the sides and along the shaft. Sangwon pictured that both of his hands would still not be enough to fully grasp Geonwoo’s cock.
“You’re staring too much, princess.” He grabs his dick by the hilt and gently slaps it on Sangwon’s cheeks, smearing precum along the silky smooth skin. His thumb moves towards his chin, rubbing circles on the area, a gesture urging Sangwon to open up, to which he understands. He slaps his cock on Sangwon’s tongue a few times before the other takes control, taking his cock whole in one swift motion, its tip reaching the back of his throat.
Water begins to pool at Sangwon’s eyes, it felt suffocating, but he loved how heavy Geonwoo’s cock felt on his tongue, how small his mouth felt trying to accommodate the entirety of his length. Geonwoo snaps his head back at the sudden action, he curses from the feeling of his tip kissing the deepest parts of Sangwon’s throat, he could feel the length in his mouth grow bigger and harder.
Almost taking out Geonwoo’s cock from his mouth, he pulls back just enough to leave his lips on the tip, marveling at the sight of the member completely slicked and shining from his saliva, his eyes sparkle for a few seconds before he starts moving his head rhythmically fast, trying his best to fit all of Geonwoo’s length in his mouth, the parts he couldn’t were covered by his fingers, jerking him off just above the base of his cock. Geonwoo brings the camcorder closer to Sangwon’s face, where he makes eye contact directly with the lens while he’s sucking Geonwoo dry.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like that princess.”
Sangwon hums, sending vibrations along Geonwoo’s body, his moans come out shivery and jagged, the sensation of Sangwon’s mouth was pushing him to the edge. He starts thrusting his hips, making Sangwon gag and cough, he matches the younger’s pace, bucking his hips every time Sangwon bottoms out.
They were starved by desire, both chasing their pleasures with the other, squelching sounds and deep moans drowned out their thoughts, but Geonwoo felt his release coming, he quickly pulls Sangwon away from his cock, the other gasping for air at the loss of contact. Closing the camcorder shut, he places it on a nearby table and works the previous camera they had used, the red light blinking back to life.
Geonwoo fully discards his pants and unbuttons his dress shirt, exposing his toned upper body and muscles, Sangwon felt his own cock and insides twitch at the sight, fuck this man is perfect. He also removes his clothes—blazer, polo, shorts, throwing them all to the side. As his fingers are about to pull down his socks, Geonwoo protests. “The knee-highs stay on.” Sangwon could only respond with a smirk, maybe Geonwoo had some weird kinks, and good thing he was the perfect person to take them all.
Kneeling down in front of Sangwon, he rests the back of his knees on his shoulders, feeling the fabric of Sangwon’s socks on his skin. Wasting no time, he slides his tongue across Sangwon’s asshole, sending vibrations all over his body. Using his fingers to spread him open, Geonwoo’s tongue penetrates his hole, pistoning at a steady pace, working him open as Sangwon trashed around in pleasure.
His mouth moves on to the erect cock, it was pretty and slim, smooth and silky skin all over, he takes his cock in his mouth and immediately bobs his head up and down, making Sangwon scream from the sudden sensation, he kept his pace ruthless as three fingers continued the work on Sangwon’s hole, the long and thick digits stretching him wide open.
From Geonwoo’s mouth sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow and his fingers working him out with expertise, he felt dizzy, the feeling was overwhelming but amazing, he wanted it, he wanted more. Sangwon let out strained cries, his nails clawing at the fabric of the couch, he let himself drown in the pleasure.
Without notice, Geonwoo stands up, picking up Sangwon by the waist with no effort, he positions himself on the couch, with the shorter on top of him. “Sorry Sangwonie, I can’t wait any longer.” He strokes the length of his cock languidly, positioning it right outside Sangwon’s hole.
Geonwoo looked desperate beneath him, the once dominating voice now gone, he was met with a restless yet handsome face, with the voice of a yearner. Flashing a warm smile, he presses a soft kiss on the taller’s forehead before sinking on his huge cock, taking the whole thing in one thrust. They both cry out from the contact, Sangwon’s tight walls suffocated Geonwoo’s length, he could feel every single spasm on his member.
Wrapping his arms around Geonwoo’s neck, he starts moving, a mixture of bouncing on the other’s cock and rolling his hips with fluidity. With every movement, he felt the shape of Geonwoo’s cock explicitly, as if his insides were taking the shape of the member, familiarizing every vein and curve, forming it to be accustomed to Geonwoo and Geonwoo only.
The other leaves kisses on his chest, wetting the skin with saliva as they start to blossom a hue of red, and soon purple. He nibbled carefully at the skin, not wanting to hurt the delicate boy, painting his abdomen a beautiful canvas. Sangwon continued to ride him with abandon, his movements getting sloppy and his cries becoming more strained, the couch rocked under them, already having moved a few inches from where it had originally been.
Eventually, Sangwon’s body gives out, Geonwoo’s still hard cock slides out of his hole as he plops on top of him like a ragdoll, face buried into his neck, he tries to say a few words. “G-Geonwoo… I can’t move *hic* a-anymore…” Wrapping his arms around his waist, Geonwoo slides down a bit on the couch, slouching at a questionable angle, he whispers to Sangwon. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it from here. Just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” A soft kiss on his cheek.
Grabbing his length, he pushes inside Sangwon’s wet hole once more, the other gasping at the feeling of being stuffed again. Geonwoo’s thrusts are powerful and precise, each one covering down to the base of his cock, the room was filled with the scent of sex, accompanied by the loud noises of skin slapping against one another and the obscene squelching sounds emanating from Sangwon’s insides, his moans, cries, and pleas sounded like guilt music to Geonwoo’s ears. It made his cock twitch at the thought that he was able to derange their school’s golden boy to a cock starved, moaning mess.
“F-fuck, you’re hitting my spot s-so well Geonwoo— ah!”
He pushes down on Sangwon’s waist, making him arch his back more and his ass up in the air, shifting his position a bit to thrust better and reach even deeper than before.
“What else do you want, baby? Just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“K-kiss me please!”
Barely able to form words, Sangwon tells Geonwoo what he wants, which he immediately receives. Their lips crash together, saliva dripping from their chins and the sound of their tongues against each other almost competing with the resounding echoes of Geonwoo’s hips snapping. Everything was a mess, Sangwon’s suppressed moaning getting louder, Geonwoo’s thrusts turning into slams, and their climaxes reaching, all the while as they held each other dearly in their arms.
“Sangwonie, I’m close— fuck.”
“Me t-too… Make me cum G-geonwoo, fuck it out of m-me!”
Tiptoeing, Geonwoo starts thrusting upwards with all the energy he had left, chasing his release. Sangwon’s claws dug marks all over his nape down to his back and biceps, he catches a glimpse of the other’s face which nearly sends him completely on edge, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ll ever lay my eyes on.
“Baby i’m coming— fuck!”
“Y-yes please! I want it all, f-flood my insides and impregnate me Geonwoo!”
One last thrust and they both come together, Sangwon lets out a scream as Geonwoo almost growls at the violent rush of pleasure. Shaking and panting from the feeling of release, Sangwon spills thick ropes of white all over their stomachs, with some drops splattering on the taller’s face. Geonwoo unloads all the contents of both his testicles inside of Sangwon, his huge cock pumping copious amounts of cum, making Sangwon’s belly swell up slightly, with some of it seeping out of his ass still stuffed with Geonwoo’s cock.
Covered in sweat, sticky from the plethora of bodily fluids mixing, and bodies still connected, they lay on the couch without a care in the world as they catch their breaths and ride the high of their orgasms.
“So, can I take you out on a date after this?”
“If you do a great job on editing the ad, I might consider it.”
Sharing weak laughs at their own remarks, their lips find their way towards each other again, but this time it was soft, it was sweet, it was actually romantic.
“Hey Woojin, hyung told us to bring his laptop too, right?” Sanghyeon asks as he stuffs some folders and mini led lights messily into his backpack, he eyes the gadget sitting on the table.
“Yeah probably, you take that one, I already have a lot on my hands.” Woojin replies with two cameras in his hands and a folded softbox strapped to his back.
“Fine, fine, oh hey look! He left it on and what’s this?” The younger boy notices a certain folder on the laptop’s homepage, he clicks on it to see only two videos inside.
“Click on that one! It says Sangwonie.mov, must be the ad they filmed the other day.” The taller of the two points to the second file on the folder.
“He won’t know if we just take a quick look, right? Kind of like early access for club members.”
As if coming up with the brightest idea ever, the two boys look at each other and nod simultaneously before clicking on the video.
The next thing they saw changed the way they look at their beloved Geonwoo-hyung forever.
The end.