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“Yu Jin! You gotta leave tonight, I have a date.”
Ji Woong announces triumphantly as he bursts into their shared and spacious beige-mom colored living room. His younger and rather dismissive brother twists his head around like he's a side character in The Office, eyes narrowed menacingly, the big headphones on his elfin ears making him look rather whimsical.
A wry chuckle escapes from his downturned lips. “Again? This is the second time this week. Can't I just be here for the date?”
The older brother shakes his head. “Absolutely not.” He replies gruffly, being sometimes rather laconic when it comes to his brother.
Yu Jin is old enough to understand that Ji Woong's definition of a ‘date’ doesn't fit the traditional description of one. No bouquet of roses, long walks at the beach and in-depth discussions about whatever an ideal partner consists of. None of that, for sure. Yet, it feels utterly pathetic to tell his little brother – who takes the micky out of Ji Woong at every opportunity that arises – that he's having a grindr hook-up, neither does he want him to witness his older brother pulling someone apart.
Yet, Yu Jin knows.
Yeah, he probably knows.
He especially knows that his big brother likes it both ways. He met his girlfriends but also stumbled upon him sticking his tongue down another man's throat. He's never really made a big deal about any of it. What he does torment his older brother with is the sheer number of faces that have come into their apartment to never be seen again.
This time around, he might have a little more sympathy; Ji Woong's relationship of two years had fallen apart, so of course he would retreat to rather pathetic measures to get over her. One being the conveyor belt of endless Grindr hook-ups as Ji Woong finally feels free and comfortable enough to explore the part of his sexuality he's been more hesitant to tap into. He's not looking for anything serious but mostly trying to have fun before he might find himself entangled in another long-term heterosexual relationship.
One that might end up in marriage, even.
After all, Ji Woong's merely finished university. He's ready to find that person to spend the rest of his life with. But only after he has done everything – romantically and sexually – that he desires to do, before he ultimately ties himself to someone forever.
And generally, heterosexual relationships are easier as they're accepted by society. So, it is what Ji Woong strives after. Although he cannot predict the future and would be open to having a partner of the same sex. Love, in the end, isn't something to be controlled.
Anyhow, step one is hooking up with men to see to which extent he actually likes it. It's something he hasn't really been able to do much before, especially during the relationship-obviously not during the relationship (gosh, awkward wording).
Ji Woong thinks sex is good. Sex is healthy. It can reduce stress and anxiety, boost the immune system and has cardiovascular benefits. As someone with chronic insomnia and migraines, he's found it also alleviates headaches (except for the ultimate climax, but that headache is only temporary).
There's nothing shameful about having a healthy amount of sex, especially when it is done safely.
Therefore, he doesn't feel amoral for chasing Yu Jin out of their apartment once in a while. After all, it is Ji Woong's apartment and Yu Jin is only inhabiting it because he's a cheapskate and it'd save him money for a dorm room close to his university. Practically, Ji Woong's apartment is a homeless shelter and he's doing mere charity work by making his vagrant brother stay for free.
Grindr, however, had not been Ji Woong's personal choice to find men. It had been the brilliant idea of his friend Hao, who'd miraculously found his life-long partner on that specific app through a hook-up. Science had evidence that was a task impossible, but somehow Hao managed to disprove the hypothesis that Grindr biggest export is unsolicited dick pics and not relationships. Now, a relationship is not what Ji Woong is looking for particularly, but he's happy for his friend to somehow make it work.
Ji Woong gulps when he sees an expiring photo attached. The boy he's been texting for a few weeks now has been consistently sending him pictures, those types of pictures clearly taken in public, naughty and voyeuristic. How he has his hand on the bulge in his pants with a gentle squeeze while being at work.
He loves those kinds of guys, the ones who are straight up obscene.
“Ew, that smirk.” Yu Jin shakes his head in disgust. “Never mind, I'm going to Gyu Vin's immediately. You're being gross.”
Ji Woong looks up from his phone and gives him a sly laugh. “One day you'll understand.”
The youngster has, in the meantime, grabbed his bag and forced his computer inside of it, his headphones dangling around his neck. He grabs a lollypop from their candy jar – one of Ji Woong's many amazingly random creations around the apartment – and salutes him. “Bye, bastard.”
“Bye dummy.”
*
The whole place is clean.
Well... To be fair, the place is always clean. The only shit Ji Woong ever must tidy is the messes Yu Jin makes as he refuses to clean up after himself, the wrapper of the lollypop still on the floor. He picks it up, marking the end of his big clean. Surely, it's just a hook-up, the front door will open, and they'll waltz straight to his bedroom, but still, Ji Woong doesn't want his apartment to look like a drug den with all those wrappers laying around.
He showers and maintains himself, puts on something nice but not too try hard – just casual, effortless, but showing off what he's working with.
He then just waits around for his ‘date’ to arrive. Like usually, he has no clue what he really looks like. But he's got a good body, he knows that much, and that's all that really matters. For dating, Ji Woong might look for someone that matches his personality, but for a temporary fix he's only got a few shallow requirements: short, tight ass, not too muscular. He likes guys that have a small frame, a larger frame, but not when they're too ripped. Not those gym obsessed twinks, that think they're all that. He's dealt with those. Your worth is not dependent on how much you work out. Even though that might sound hypocritical coming from his mouth, as Ji Woong occasionally does work out.
It's just his preference though, nothing solid or unnegotiable.
Tay seems to be all that, though. He's shorter than him, his ass looks great in those pictures and while he looks healthy, it doesn't seem like he's a gym addict or anything. Just lean and in a good shape.
Ji Woong runs his hand through his hair once more before he settles on the sofa and waits. They've decided on 20:00, but Tay told him he'd have to rush from his work to home to go to Ji Woong's apartment. Apparently though, he doesn't live too far from it.
When it's 20:12, his doorbell rings.
He combs one more strand of his hair in place before he nonchalantly walks over to the front door. Even though he's done something like this before, his heart always palpitates slightly when he stands in front of that door. In the end you never know if the person you agreed to meet up with is maybe some kind of creep or has other intentions. Ji Woong might live in a bubble where everyone's gay or bisexual and it's all dandy, but homophobia still runs rapid in these streets.
That feeling always slowly disappears though.
Who'd send those kinds of teasing pictures if they did plan to beat the living shit out of him? It would only be suspicious.
Ji Woong clears his throat once more before opening the door.
Right there, in the door opening, he's met by two big pupils that dilate even further the moment their eyes link up.
“Ji... Woong?”
“Tae Rae?”
*
Formally, Ji Woong would describe Tae Rae as a friend.
They're in the same friend group at university, Tae Rae being Hao's roommate and a friend of Matthew. They've been dealing with each other for... over three years.
But materially, it's hard to call them friends.
It's that their main friend group is always together, consisting of Hao, Han Bin, Matthew, Gun Wook, Ji Woong and Tae Rae. But in reality, Ji Woong can hardly recount when the last time was he really spoke to Tae Rae. In all fairness, Tae Rae has always seemed a bit... distant when it comes to him. At first, Ji Woong thought he'd suffered from a schizophrenic episode, him just imagining things, but as time went on, he was starting to sense that the guy didn't really like him. Just the way he'd look at him, with a certain turmoil in his eyes. Or how they only really spoke when it was absolutely necessary. And trust, Ji Woong had tried, but Tae Rae had always been... offish with him.
They never hang out outside of their friend group, neither would Tae Rae ever come over to his house and vice versa. Hence Ji Woong's address probably didn't ring any alarm bells as he came up just now. He doesn't even know much about him, not even the fact that he's gay. Surely, majority of their friend group in college belongs to the LGBTQIA+ community, but Tae Rae had never made it clear where he stood never did they have any substantial discussion about their respective sexualities.
Fuck, the name Tay, of course Ji Woong should've read the signs.
But how big is the chance?
“Well... This is awkward.” Tae Rae announces to rupture the numbing silence that had stretched for centuries at this point.
“Yep.” Ji Woong replies tersely.
“I didn't even know you're gay. Didn't you have a girlfriend?”
Ji Woong sits down next to Tae Rae on the sofa after he hands him a cup of steaming hot tea. “You didn’t know? I broke up with her two months ago.”
Tae Rae stays quiet for a bit. Then, he slowly opens his mouth. “And now, you try being gay?”
“What?”
Tae Rae's tone catches him off-guard, although it shouldn't. After all, he's used to him being a little snarky, especially towards him. “I've always been bisexual.”
“Ah. Okay.”
“You?”
Tae Rae stares at him and waits a bit before answering. “Gay. Was that never obvious?”
Ji Woong bites the inside of his cheek. “I'm not one to assume.”
“Okay.” He says, rather curtly.
Yeah... this is definitely awkward. And Ji Woong making tea is not helping the mood either. He probably dragged the excited atmosphere down with this British tea party he quickly arranged to somehow take the edge off the tension. Worse, Tae Rae seems kind of piqued now. Or, at least tense.
That said, he clearly looks... good. Really good. His recently bleached white hair partly quaffed back, exposing parts of his forehead and strong, dark eyebrows. His skin looks radiating, clear like a mirror, and soft too. He can't delude himself, Ji Woong has always been quietly aware of Tae Rae’s striking features; how his sharp visuals managed to shine through the fog of oversized hoodies and the glint of his glasses. But today he looks like something else. Tae Rae's wearing fitted black bootcut pants, a crisp white tank top, and a skater jacket that hangs just right off his shoulders.
“You dressed up, though.” Ji Woong comments, as his eyes are fixated on Tae Rae's knees and fuller thighs.
“You look like you're going to a lecture.”
Ji Woong grins. “Sometimes, effortlessness is key.”
“When you look like you, yeah. I guess you can pull everything off.” Tae Rae says with a snarky tone, but Ji Woong is not stupid; he heard how Tae Rae indirectly calls him attractive.
So that's clear.
There is in fact a mutual attraction between them. No matter their history, or relationship, they'd decided to meet up with each other based on their physical appearances only. And Ji Woong didn't change his mind knowing that his little Grindr rendezvous is a familiar face.
“I mean... to be honest... I'm still down to fuck if you're down.” Ji Woong announces bluntly, merely making Tae Rae choke in the tea he's slowly gulping down.
Tae Rae looks at him, merely worried. “We're friends. How's that gonna work?”
“I mean... Han Bin and Hao are in a relationship too.”
“They were never friends though; they met through Grindr.”
“And so did we.” Ji Woong shrugs. “I think you're attractive. You think I'm attractive. We're both here with the same goal. So, I don't see why we couldn't just continue what we planned.” Like a stickman, Ji Woong slowly walks his fingers up Tae Rae's thigh. “Besides...” His voice lowers suggestively. “I've been wanting to feel how warm those thighs really are.”
Tae Rae doesn't reply instantly. Not agreeing, but neither disagreeing. He just visibly holds his breath as Ji Woong slowly trails up with his fingers until he reaches his hip, placing his hand there on the side.
“Or are you telling me you suddenly don't crave my dick as badly as you did an hour ago?” He says, voice low and hoarse.
Tae Rae's throat bobs visibly. His thigh radiates warmth like a furnace, Ji Woong's fingers burning up. “That was before I knew who that dick belonged to.”
“So... You don't want to fuck anymore because my face is not up to your standards?”
The younger one averts his gaze, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks. “No... it's not that.”
“Then... Is it because you hate me?”
Tae Rae's eyes widen, probably sensing the earnestness bleeding through Ji Woong's tone. “Wha-where did you get that from? I don't hate you at all.”
“It's just... I don't know. We're not really as close as the rest and sometimes I think you don't like me or something?” Ji Woong suddenly says, rather serious.
“I... It's not that I dislike you. It's just...” Tae Rae trails off, his voice only echoing through the room.
Ji Woong furrows his eyebrows. He leans in closer, his breath warm against Tae Rae's ear. “What? What is it?” he murmurs, his hand still resting slackly on blondie's hip. Tae Rae’s swallow is audible and perceivable, Ji Woong can clearly discern the way his body reacts to his touch, the way his throat bobs;
It’d be a big, fat lie for him to say he’s not affected by Ji Woong in any way.
Persistently, His hand slowly hovers over his upper thigh, until it reaches his lap. He strokes the jean fabric, slowly and sensually, in circular motions around the outline, his finger then tracing the crease that has formed in Tae Rae’s pants.
He checks, and checks, but Tae Rae does not give in. Neither squirm nor protest.
When he presses down more firmly, his hand clawing the bulge, he suddenly hears the satisfying sound of a weak groan escape from Tae Rae’s lips. His lips stay sealed, no words uttered, only the sound of Tae Rae’s breathing, ragged and uneven, each inhale a quiet cry, a desperate attempt to hold himself together. The younger one's gaze drifts from the void to Ji Woong’s hand, tracing the slow, deliberate motion of his fingers as they brush against the fabric of his pants.
A sudden swell of confidence rises within Ji Woong, stirred by the soft, radiant flush blooming across Tae Rae’s cheeks. That’s all the confirmation he really needs. He carefully unzips Tae Rae’s pants to reveal the blue boxers underneath, the growing erection visible. Provocatively, he runs his finger over the top of the shaft, feeling the firmness press against his hand. Tae Rae’s face is insanely red, the rouge of his cheeks being way too much for Ji Woong’s perverse brain to digest in a healthy way.
“You’re way too cute when you’re flustered like this.” Ji Woong whispers under his breath right into Tae Rae’s ear. “Fuck, you’re so cute.” He repeats like a broken record.
Tae Rae's mind must be a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more jumbled than the last. And Ji Woong would stop in a heartbeat if Tae Rae so much as sounded the alarm, if even a flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes. Problem is, Tae Rae does nothing of the sort. Instead, he gazes at him through half closed eyes with uptilted eyebrows and agape lips, as if he’s surrendered and begging for more.
And if there’s one thing Ji Woong can’t stand, it’s beggars.
Ji Woong's fingers find itself in between skin and the waistband of Tae Rae’s boxers, tracing his v-line and making him shiver. He can feel the heat radiating off Tae Rae's wet skin, can see the way his breath quickens as he gets closer. He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against Tae Rae's ear, and whispers, "I want you."
His lips sample his ear lope, tongue kissing and licking around the shell as his free hand brushes Tae Rae’s thick hair away from his face, the other hand now finally able to grasp the severity of the younger’ s growing and bare length in his boxers. Tae Rae moans as his hand grapples his cock firmly, subconsciously pressing his whole body’s weight onto Ji Woong.
The room seems to grow warmer, Ji Woong can barely stand it. Tae Rae's eyes flutter open, his gaze meeting his. He’s never seen the blonde look this vulnerable, so out of control, his usual stoic and self-composed facade shattered. It turns him on more than Tae Rae could possibly grasp.
A soft, barely audible gasp escapes Tae Rae's lips, and he reaches up, his fingers brushing against Ji Woong's cheek, tracing the line of his jaw. That bit of acknowledgement feels like a trophy. Like Tae Rae’s finally in touch with his own feelings he’s tried so hard – but so unsuccessfully – to suppress.
Ji Woong looks into Tae Rae’s eyes to see his own reflection look back at him, that’s how clear Tae Rae’s dark eyes are, like the glass eyes of an expensive doll. He just slowly watches him and strokes his dick simultaneously while Tae Rae’s fingers explore the contours of Ji Woong’s face, until they skim his lips. Ji Woong provocatively opens his mouth to lick over the tip of Tae Rae’s finger, then slowly guides it in to suck on it.
Normally, Ji Woong has a no-kissing policy. But God, do the younger’s lips look luscious and wet and very agape as he whimpers blasphemies every time Ji Woong strokes and God does he want to know how sweet they taste on his.
First, it’s nothing more than a gentle touch of their lips as Tae Rae moans in his mouth right after Ji Woong jerks him rather firmly. Then, it’s a soft tap of Ji Woong’s tongue against Tae Rae’s lips. But when their eyes meet fiercely again and the air between them shifts, in the quietest and tensest moment between them, Tae Rae’s lips crash fervently against Ji Woong’s.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a rush of heat course through him as their lips meet. His heart hammers in his chest, pounding against his ribcage as he wraps one arm around Tae Rae’s waist while their tongues find themselves intertwined, twisting around each other in a play of dominance while their breaths blur into one. Every time Ji Woong strokes, Tae Rae interrupts the kiss for a second to moan against his lips, his eyes rolling back in his eye sockets.
Obviously, it's lewd, debauched. But Ji Woong has found out that Tae Rae's moans are fucking hot.
“What is it that you want, huh?” Ji Woong whispers against glossy and coated lips, eyes narrowed as he gazes in Tae Rae’s. He directs one of Tae Rae’s hands to his own lap, giving him the opportunity to experience his hardness himself. “Didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck every single one of your holes? What happened to all that confidence?”
Tae Rae’s eyes widen at the suggestion, as if those were never the words typed from his end, as if the boy had never been sending him promiscuous pictures for a good week.
He looks down at Ji Woong’s lap, then back at him, his expression a mix of nervousness and ardor, desire. Ji Woong can sense it from his triangle eyes, and the way his gaze moves between his eyes and lips.
Again, Ji Woong is not serviced with a reply to soothe any internalized doubt.
Instead, Tae Rae withdraws suddenly as if he mentally clocked in again at his full-time job of being a well-behaved Christian (as if that isn't some bullshit; Ji Woong knows pretty sure that if he'd not been the one on the other line, Tae Rae wouldn't have acted like he's committing an act of wickedness).
“No, we can't do this.” Tae Rae says, casting his eyes down as he pushes his jeans back on his hips and fidgets with the collar of his tank top. “I’ve got to... go.”
Ji Woong doesn't quite like getting his plans derailed but is enough of an upstanding citizen to understand the basics of consent. He heaves a sigh and shrugs. “Alright, I'll let you out then.”
“Yeah...”
Tae Rae doesn’t even dare glance in Ji Woong’s direction. He rises awkwardly, scooping his bag from the floor before heading toward the door. Ji Woong trails behind at a respectful distance, his expression calm and almost accepting. Even though he's never experienced rejection like this before. It doesn't bruise his ego, though; it can’t be helped.
As his friend is about to open the front door of his apartment, he suddenly freezes in place.
A short silence settles.
Ji Woong flutters his eyelashes.
“You know what... Fuck it.”
Tae Rae spins around, slamming his lips onto Ji Woong's again with much more desperation than even before. The kitchen island catches Ji Woong’s back as Tae Rae grips his shoulders. A fork clatters to the floor; an apple tumbles from the basket and rolls toward the door, as if marking the point of no return.
Everything after happens in a haze; blurred edges, muffled sounds, a rush of breath and heartbeat. They find themselves roughing each other up on the kitchen island, where clothes get shed and Ji Woong's tongue might get chipped by an overtly enthusiastic blonde. Tae Rae has let go completely, surrendering to his deepest desires, and he gets to see a side of him which Ji Woong had never thought he'd have the pleasure of experiencing.
Ji Woong is in between Tae Rae's legs, which are crossed behind his back. He licks a line across Tae Rae's willowy torso, tongue scraping against the landscape and its crevices. Tae Rae's body is hot like he's caught aflame, redness surfacing all across his shoulders and in patches on the left side of his neck. Still, Ji Woong thinks that he looks sumptuous, an expensive meal only the richest princes could afford to taste. Ji Woong's hands slide across his chest and tummy, making sure he touches every part of it. And Tae Rae looks simply enticingly at him while he does so, those poor trampy eyes asking for more and more.
The next stop is a temporary halt against the wall as Ji Woong tries to blindly unlatch the door of his bedroom with one hand, while Tae Rae still has one leg wrapped around Ji Woong's back, his erection firmly pressing against his groin, distracting him with soppy kisses and sucks to the point Ji Woong can't zero in on unlocking the door.
Lacking any finesse, he swings the door open and lifts Tae Rae up from the ground, one hand supporting his rump and the other on his waist as they waltz into the bedroom. He drops him on his back on his bed and reaches for the belt of his trousers, but Tae Rae has other plans in mind and drags him by his hips.
Ji Woong is rather surprised by Tae Rae's newfound confidence – or maybe, the resurfacing of his original confidence. He moves with a certainty that steals the breath from the room. It makes Ji Woong's pulse kick up, but it's anything but unpleasant. He lets him take leadership as he likes boys who're eager and know what they want.
And Tae Rae surely knows what he desires and is ready to fight for it.
He unbuckles his belt and frees him, pushing his jeans and underwear down Ji Woong's cheeks. Instantly, he grabs the base of his cock and holds it tightly, the warmth of his hands making him groan in an instant.
“Ah - fuck Tae Rae.” He whimpers as Tae Rae's thumb drags slowly, teasingly over the length.
Not much later, Tae Rae's succulent lips kiss the tip. There's an initial coldness, but the wetness makes up for it, and Tae Rae's tongue and spit are rather warm. Everything that comes from within the boy is hot in temperate, and Ji Woong can only imagine how warm his tunnel might be, probably warm enough to completely defrost his heart.
He wouldn't consider himself big, but Tae Rae takes him with a little too much ease for his own liking. He definitely got some girth, but Tae Rae's really fucking good at sucking his cock and for a tat second, Ji Woong experiences a conflicting emotion realizing this is surely not the first time he'd had a dick in his mouth.
He'd be completely oblivious to surmise that Tae Rae had never had any experience as the man is objectively gorgeous and his intelligent and blunt, maybe rather detached attitude only contributed to his appeal. Everyone loves a hot nerd. He'd bet multiple people at his university would want a piece of him, especially when he has such a pretty frame and attractive pair of eyes. Yet, Ji Woong has never heard him speak of other men, nor seen him wrapped up in rendezvous at parties. Tae Rae had always been the responsible one, dragging the rest of their friend group home before any could make questionable life decisions.
That's why Ji Woong is surprised by Tae Rae's experience.
Not because he's jealous or possessive at all.
“Ji Woong, is it okay?” His train of thought suddenly gets interrupted as he hears Tae Rae's voice break through; he looks down and is met with worried eyes.
Ji Woong shakes his head vigorously and puts a hand on Tae Rae's cheek, stroking it lightly. “No, continue. You're doing so well.”
Tae Rae bites his lip. “It's just... you're getting a little flaccid.”
A gasp escapes Ji Woong's mouth. Had he drifted away this far?
As a deed of damage control, he leans over and presses a firm kiss on Tae Rae's lips. “I was just thinking of why you're so good at this.”
“And that makes you limp?”
“No!”
Ji Woong realizes quickly that came out way too harshly. He flutters his eyelashes, the words on the tip of his longue.
“Maybe it makes me jealous. Just a little bit.”
Tae Rae's worry clears away like clouds before sunshine; his concerned expression quickly morphing into smugness.
“You're riled up thinking about me sucking other men's cock?”
“Yeah.”
Tae Rae unhurriedly drags his index finger over the shaft. He looks up from underneath his thick eyelashes. “I've had bigger than this.”
“Hmm?”
“Way bigger.” Tae Rae whispers, still a sharpness to his voice that pierces through Ji Woong's heart, but he doesn't want to seem all too affected.
“With your Grindr hook-ups?”
Tae Rae mischievously kisses the tip. “Not only Grindr hook-ups.”
Fuck, Ji Woong is now getting hard again simply by Tae Rae trying to ruffle his feathers.
“But you haven't tasted my cum yet. I bet no man can compare to that.”
Tae Rae stares at Ji Woong with dilated eyes, brimming with something Ji Woong can't quite place.
“I don't think any man can really compare to you, Ji Woong.”
The words land like a strike. Ji Woong’s heart stutters, a sharp flutter spiraling into his stomach, leaving him breathless and a little sick. The words are rather simple, but the way Tae Rae says them, the weight in his voice, and that unwavering, burning stare make them feel anything but simple.
Yet, Ji Woong has no time to react to it, as the next thing he feels is Tae Rae's lips completely stretched around him again, taking in the full length. He curls himself perfectly around the slight bend of his cock, glucking noises and the sound of Ji Woong's liberates groans and moans filling the room.
Yeah, Tae Rae is indeed way too good at this. He knows exactly which rhythm to follow, how to work against the flow in Ji Woong's veins, how to properly use his tongue and lick over the planes or play with his balls in moments of diablery. Ji Woong enjoys the sensory sensation his lips and throat and tongue and occasional teeth involved. Maybe a little too much to the point some pre-cum leaks right into the youngers mouth.
When it leaks, in a reflex, Tae Rae pulls out with a pop. It leaks slightly onto Ji Woong's groin, dripping down to his thigh. Tae Rae instead grabs the base of his cock, puts it aside slightly and samples the spillage, licking his groin and thigh clean. That is filthy and possessive, and Ji Woong's suppressed primal urges surface. The primal urge to pin the boy to his bed and punish him for being way too consumed and impure, way too bad.
Or rather, way too good.
“I told you it tastes good, baby.” Ji Woong says hoarsely.
“Hmm...” Is all Tae Rae can mutter. But it sounds agreeable.
“Let me taste you too, Tae Rae.”
It stays quiet for a bit.
Then, Tae Rae speaks again. “Please say my name again.”
“Tae Rae.”
Tae Rae firmly seizes Ji Woong’s face with both hands and crashes his lips against his in a deep, consuming kiss. Ji Woong can't explain why he feels something tender surge through him every time they lips lock. A certain tenderness that seeps into his chest.
Their lips linger for a moment, until Tae Rae breaks away, breathless, and lets himself fall back onto the mattress. He crawls toward the head of the bed, retreating like a tide pulling back to shore. Laying there, all rouged and damp all over, he looks so vulnerable but beautiful. And it's all his now, even if it's only for tonight. Ji Woong follows him in the same waltz, climbing on top of him, consuming himself completely in another deep kiss before carefully flipping him over to his stomach.
He follows the curve of Tae Rae's spine with his lips, ultimately reaching a rugged mountain landscape. His cheeks are round and firm to the touch, soft as far as Ji Woong's lips can judge. He puts a hand on one and cradles while he kisses and bites the other, to Tae Rae's delight.
Tae Rae's body is heavenly and Ji Woong finds himself buried in it, literally. His face is sandwiched between two hills, the tip of his tongue nudging against Tae Rae's opening. Because Tae Rae clenches slightly, Ji Woong spreads them open slightly for better entrance.
He licks all around the rim to test his friend's sensitivity, a much-expected shiver and high moan indicating the delicateness of the area. He goes for a second time to make him familiar with the coldness of his saliva before his tongue slowly enters his whole. Tae Rae tenses at first by the foreign penetration but quickly manages to relax and ease into the feeling of Ji Woong's tongue smearing his tight walls with a layer of spit.
Every time Ji Woong's tongue enters a bit deeper, Tae Rae's body parts quiver. Normally, Ji Woong would feel bad, but the bounce of his limbs is quite pleasing to watch. He shakes like a violin string struck by a sudden note.
“Relax baby,” Ji Woong says as he resurfaces. “I'm just stretching you out to prepare for me.”
“I'm... I'm not stressed...” Tae Rae mutters under his breath, barely able to string a coherent sentence together. His eyes closed and he's biting one side of his lip. Fucking hot. “I just... always quiver like this.”
"Okay, baby."
Knowing Tae Rae is okay, Ji Woong presses a flimsy kiss on the top of his cheek before digging in again, delicately sampling Tae Rae's sweetness like a sugar-starved glutton. One wrong – or rather – right move, and Ji Woong faces Tae Rae's sweet spot right on; the younger one loosening drastically and whimpering loudly.
“Ah - Ji Woong!” Tae Rae cries.
Ji Woong wants to avoid Tae Rae coming undone before he'd fucked him properly, so when he's satisfied with the amount of stretch and wetness, he pulls out again. He climbs off him and reaches for a pack of condoms in the nightstand next to his bed. He swiftly unwraps it and climbs on top of Tae Rae again, who is facing him again.
Tae Rae helps him with the condom, but not before making his cock harder again – even though it has barely lost its shape. He's weirdly as considered as one could be during sex, which strangely turns Ji Woong on quite.
He preps up a pillow behind Tae Rae lays him down. He folds him in half with his legs up in the air and moves around to position himself perfectly in front of Tae Rae's entrance. Tae Rae looks at him with anticipation, his eyebrows slightly uptilted, a drip of spit in his left corner almost making him look dumb. And Ji Woong knows for a fact he'll fuck him dumb until he won't be able to mutter anything comprehensive anymore.
Ji Woong leans over, folds Tae Rae even further and nudges his tip. He loves this view, being able to discern every single micro-emotion on the younger's face. He notices how the moment his tip touches the entrance, Tae Rae closes his eyes and rolls his head back, squirming underneath him already. Slowly but surely, he slides in.
Tae Rae just gasps.
He gasps until he's found himself all the way in, groin softly pressing into his backside. Tae Rae whines, moans, but also exhales as a sign of gratification.
“Fuck, Ji Woong.” He curses. “Again.”
Ji Woong retrieves almost completely until only the glans stays in, before thrusting again, this time a little more violently. Tae Rae's limbs shake again.
“Again.”
Thrust.
“Again.”
Thrust.
“Ah- Ji Woong. Fuck – do it again.”
As Ji Woong made it clear before, he hates beggars.
He accelerates, slamming in and out until he can see tears form in the back of Tae Rae's eyes. He screws him shut and opens him up back again, picking up the pace when he notices Tae Rae's hole is getting more and more slippery. The way he writhes beneath him, contorting his body, flushing all over his round cheeks, ears, down to his neck and slim shoulders; the equation of it all drives the older one wild. He wants this pretty sight imprinted in his brain forever, always remembering the way his friend looks so delicate but licentious underneath him.
Fuck, he's fucking his friend and already pretty damn sure he'd not be able to act all nonchalant and cool with him afterwards.
Maybe in normal circumstances he could pretend like it wasn't a big deal; just two friends exploring each other out of curiosity and nothing more.
But these are not normal circumstances whatsoever.
Ji Woong feels a little too vulnerable for his own liking in this exchange and by the looks of it, Tae Rae's experiencing fervent emotions too. It's in the way he looks at him during sex, not just with those beggar eyes, but also something passionate, yet earnest. Like he's been desperately waiting for Ji Woong to make love to him, so desperately the transaction fills him to the brim.
Ji Woong tries another position to reach deeper by lifting only one leg and folding further, reaching deeper and deeper until Tae Rae whimpers again with the same craving as when he hit his sweet spot the first time.
“Ah - right there. Please, bab–” Tae Rae notices the slip up and covers his mouth. Ji Woong can only grin, as if he'd not been calling him terms of endearment constantly.
He thrusts to the rhythm of Tae Rae's breathing patterns, the satisfying sounds of skin slamming into skin creating a certain friction.
Ji Woong removes the Tae Rae's hands from his mouth, rather listening to Tae Rae crying out his name. And he does, repeatedly.
“Ah, Ji Woong –”
“Ji Woong, fuck, fuck, I'm close.”
“Oh my god, Ji Woong.”
“Fuck, faster, Ji Woong, faster!”
“Ji Woong!”
He can't hold it anymore. The sensation is too much, the heat is too much, Tae Rae's moans are too much, his walls are too tight, his cheeks too red, the sweat rolling off his chest too glistening. Tae Rae comes all over himself in the process, twice, it's really messy but hot at the same time and Ji Woong's close... very close...
One more really high pitched, loud moan pushes him over the edge and Ji Woong climaxes too, hot semen filling up the condom. He groans loudly, even startling Tae Rae slightly.
He's not as strong as Tae Rae is, able to continue even after squirting all over himself. This orgasm is the death of him. He's completely knocked out after it.
They both breathe heavily, and a silence settles after hours of unchaste noises echoing through the apartment.
And with that comes clarity.
Well... not immediately. Because first comes the usual dizziness that follows climaxing.
He slowly pulls out and tries to quickly free himself from the condom, throwing it in the small trash bag next to his bed without much success. Tae Rae is still panting like he has just run a marathon, his chest expanding and caving in. Ji Woong lays beside him on the bed and watches him softly. He's soaked, but never as soaked as Ji Woong, whose hair is literally sticking to his damp forehead. He could probably shake himself dry like a dog casting off a storm.
Except, the storm is far from over.
If anything, it'd just started in this exact moment.
*
The morning arises and Ji Woong finds himself waking up alone in his bedroom.
It's then when the realization kicks in that he's just fucked his friend and will have to face the consequences of his actions soon.
Not just that, the fact that Tae Rae is nowhere to be found is enough evidence to suggest that he'd just made it really awkward between the two. Awkward enough for Tae Rae to silently slip away and probably regret the whole ordeal from last night.
Ji Woong wants to cry.
Well, that is until the door to his bedroom opens again, and Ji Woong's heart does a somersault of relief; Tae Rae did not leave. He's still here.
“You up?” Tae Rae asks, rather nonchalantly like it's not all a big deal.
Maybe Ji Woong was wrong. Maybe Tae Rae is actually much better in this casual sex than Ji Woong is.
Although normally, Ji Woong is good at it too; just fucking with no feelings attached.
But honestly, right now, Ji Woong does not know how to feel.
He stretches himself out and groans, then pats next to him at the place in his bed. Tae Rae looks at him, questioning, but ultimately sits down on the bed and faces him.
Ji Woong puts his head on his lap, looking up at him.
Tae Rae seems a bit flushed by it.
“What do we do now, huh?” Ji Woong says.
Tae Rae’s gaze flickers, then settles on the floor.
“I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.” Ji Woong says bluntly. “I realize now this is much more complicated than I initially thought it was.”
Tae Rae’s fingers tighten on the edge of the blanket. His cheeks are tinged pink, but he doesn’t look away.
“I… I didn’t think you’d say that.” He murmurs, almost shy, like the words are fragile in his mouth.
Ji Woong shifts, sitting up so he can meet Tae Rae’s eyes.
“I’m saying it because I need you to know. If you regret it, tell me now.”
There’s a pause, long enough for Ji Woong’s chest to ache, before Tae Rae finally speaks. “If I regretted it, I wouldn't have been here right now. I would've run back home.”
Ji Woong can't suppress a chuckle at Tae Rae's answer, slight relief washing over him. He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Pfftt... I thought I fucked up our friendship right there.”
To that, however, Tae Rae turns awfully quiet. Ji Woong's smile slowly fades, his chest aching.
“You still have no clue, do you?”
Ji Woong swallows, observing how Tae Rae averts his gaze to avoid eye contact like he usually does.
He slowly opens his mouth. “No. I do. I think I do.” He carefully puts his hand on Tae Rae's knee and squeezes. “You're so detached towards me all this time because... you...”
“Yeah, I had–have a crush on you.”
The words hang in the air like a fragile thread, and Ji Woong feels his pulse thrum in his ears.
For a moment, he doesn’t move but just stares, trying to process the quiet confession. Information he might've scrambled together, but still takes him by surprise when he actually hears it muttered.
“You… had a crush on me?” Ji Woong repeats softly, almost disbelieving. His voice is steadier than he feels inside.
Tae Rae nods, eyes still fixed on the blanket between them. “Yeah. For a while now.” His tone is calm, but Ji Woong catches the faint tremor beneath it.
Ji Woong exhales, a sound that’s half a laugh and half a sigh. “And you never said anything?”
Tae Rae’s lips curve into a faint, almost bitter smile. “Dude, you were always dating someone else. It was useless.”
The words hit Ji Woong like a dull ache. Fuck, he was right. Ji Woong feels a knot tighten in his chest, genuine guilt settling in as he realizes Tae Rae had been carrying this in solitude for so long, while Ji Woong remained oblivious.
“So... that's why you kept distance.”
Tae Rae nods, his voice low. “Yeah. I didn't want to fall for you even further.”
Ji Woong runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I feel bad now.”
The younger one shakes his head gently. “It's not your fault. It's my stupid brain.”
“No. Falling in love with someone is never something bad.” His tone is firm, almost protective as if he wants to erase every trace of shame from Tae Rae’s uttered words.
For a moment a silence settles between them. Ji Woong studies Tae Rae’s face, the way his lashes lower, the faint flush on his cheeks, and wonders fuck, how did he missed all of this before?
Finally, Ji Woong speaks again, quieter this time. “So… what do we do now?”
Tae Rae’s eyes flicker up, hesitant but steady. “I don’t know. But… I don’t want to lose you.”
Ji Woong feels a fragile but hopeful warmth breaking through his uncertainty. He reaches out, his fingers brushing Tae Rae’s hand, and holds it gently.
“Well… you know...” Ji Woong says, a small smirk tugging at his lips, though his voice carries a sincerity beneath the mischief. “I’m single now.”