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my minnie <3
I'M GOING TO KILL HIM
THAT BASTARD
SMALL DICK AS HELL
PREMATURELY BROKE
THAT SON OF A BITCH NEVER HAS TIME FOR ME
BUT HE'S THERE WITH THAT WHORE, HIS "BEST FRIEND"
HE TALKED SO MUCH ABOUT IT BEING ALL IN MY HEAD
AND NOW HE'S THERE FUCKING WITH MY IMAGINATION
AND INCREASING THE MILEAGE OF MY HORNS
I'M GOING TO KILL THEM BOTH
RIP THEIR DICKS OFF AND MAKE THEM SWALLOW THEM
you
hi, good afternoon
first, breathe
second, what happened?
my minnie <3
LEE MINHO IS A JERK
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED
he said he was teaching, that he was too busy to see me today
felix just sent me a video
of him with THAT WHORE JEONGIN
GOING UP TO HIS APARTMENT KISSING
you
you've got to be kidding me
my minnie <3
the only thing I'm going to kidding with is the lives of those two
I'M GOING TO TAKE THEM OUT WITH MY TEETH
you
what do you mean you're going???
Where are you, Minnie????????
my minnie <3
in my car
you
GOING WHERE??????????
my minnie <3
where do you think?
i'm going to break their faces
they tried to make a fool of me
and they did
but i'm not stupid
they screwed me over behind my back, now i'm going to get my revenge
you
minnie, damn it, don't mess things up
especially not because of that son of a bitch minho
it's not worth it
minnie
MIN!!!!!!!
Voice talk
Missed
Voice talk
Missed
Voice talk
Missed
ANSWER, DAMN IT!
i'm coming after you
please, don't mess things up until I get there
*
Hyunjin runs up the stairs, jumping two steps at a time. He has no trouble hearing Seungmin's screams — as does probably anyone else in the building — echoing through every hallway, sending violent vibrations through every bone in Hyunjin's body.
"Look what I diiiiiiiid!" He sings amidst another scream, sounding like someone completely out of his mind. Insane like Hyunjin has never seen before. "You betrayed me, didn't you, you piece of shit? Where is he, your big boy? I see his things on your couch… He's hiding, isn't he? Because he's scared, he's scared of getting his ass kicked!" A loud bang exploded through the walls, a blow quickly followed by an even more violent one, and Hyunjin quickened his pace. “I'm going to give him the same treatment I gave you, I'm going to make his face all red too, let's see if you'll still like his smug smile after I rip it all off with my fingernails!”
Hyunjin reaches the top of the stairs, arriving on the floor where he knew Minho lived. How many times hadn't he climbed up there for game nights that Seungmin organized to try and bring them closer? His boyfriend and his best friend. How many times hadn't Hyunjin had to cross the apartment door knowing he would spend the whole night witnessing kisses and affectionate interactions between the two, when secretly he wished he could be in Minho's place?
And he sees him. Seungmin.
He is sweating like crazy. Hyunjin can't tell if it's from the speed with which he kicks down the door of Lee Minho's apartment — which now has a huge hole, and Hyunjin wonders where he got the strength to accomplish this feat — or from the rage he's feeling, which is making him tremble and breathe with a frightening brusqueness, like a wild animal. His black hair is damp, drops of sweat trickle from the ends, the strands creating a shadow of impetuous violence over his eyes.
Hyunjin is a little startled to find him so out of control. So… not him.
Minho broke him. Finished breaking him.
Hyunjin had never liked him. Lee Minho. And it had nothing to do with the fact that he had been in love with Seungmin for so long that he could barely count them on his fingers. Minho and Seungmin lived a life of constant ups and downs, fighting and reconciling amidst fits of jealousy, control freak-outs, and constant paranoia. The two had reconciled a year ago, when they decided to commit to a serious relationship, working together to make it finally work. But Minho always had a strange relationship with his closest friends, outings to which Seungmin was never invited, message notifications that made him nervous when Seungmin was around, overly affectionate touches that lasted longer than necessary, glances that said everything his mouth omitted, and lame excuses for being late or missing appointments.
Seungmin was the crazy one, the one who imagined too much, who came up with idiotic reasons to distrust the incredible and wonderful boyfriend he had. Seungmin, who spent sleepless nights wondering if he was acting paranoid for no reason, who called Hyunjin crying, saying he was a horrible person and that Minho deserved someone better.
How could Hyunjin like someone who only made Seungmin suffer? How could he love someone who didn't value his love, something that was inaccessible to Hyunjin and would always be out of his reach?
Seungmin was focused and calm, never losing control. But Minho easily got under his skin, even saying he liked seeing him lose his composure, losing his well-behaved demeanor. It was bullshit, and Hyunjin hated him for making Seungmin believe that his quietness was a problem.
"I told you several times, Minho!" Seungmin continues yelling. There's sawdust scattered on the floor, the result of the damage Seungmin caused to the door, the emergency fire hose is lying on the floor, and water soaks the entire surrounding scene. Did Seungmin turn it on after smashing the door of Lee Minho's apartment? “‘Don't betray me, or I'll kill you! Don't mess with me, or you'll get screwed by me!’ It wasn't for lack of warning, damn it! And with whom? With that bitch Jeongin, who can't see a dick without running to kneel and suck it! ‘Honey, it’s all in your head! Honey, he’s my best friend, he doesn’t have that kind of intention with me!’ Wasn’t that what you said? But deep down, that was always his intention, and not only his, but yours too!” He kicks the door again, finally managing to open it. And that’s when a hand emerges from the hole, pushing what’s left of the wood to quickly close it. Minho’s hand, who is completely silent.
Hyunjin wonders why this jerk isn’t saying anything, why he isn’t responding to Seungmin’s shouts in the same measure. But he concludes that it’s probably because this time there’s no defense, he and Jeongin were caught red-handed. What lie would he invent to continue pretending to be the perfect boyfriend and Seungmin the unfair boyfriend?
“Why don’t you let him come out here so I can have a chat with him, huh? Oh, I know! Because you two are very close, aren’t you? Because you need to protect him! Because he’s your little friend!” He begins a succession of kicks on the wood, which break the lock again and again. No matter how many times Minho tries to close the door, the force of Seungmin's blows is enough to subdue him.
It is at this moment that Hyunjin enters the scene. He manages to break free from his static state and goes to Seungmin, his arms encircling his body and pulling him by the waist to make him stop. Seungmin struggles with such effort that for a second Hyunjin believes he will not be able to contain him. Since when was he so absurdly strong? Anger drives a person crazy, and so does disappointment. He could feel in Seungmin's tone of voice how hurt and wounded he felt, even amidst the explosion of fury.
He can see Minho's state through the hole in the door: naked from the waist up, wearing only shorts that must have been put on hastily, blood and deep scratches decorate his chest and face. His eyes gleam with terror at seeing Seungmin like that — even more so because he was his main target.
"Seungmin, that's enough!" Hyunjin shouts, grabbing Seungmin's wrists in an attempt to calm him down, but his friend fights against his grip, still throwing kicks in the air, still trying to hit the door somehow.
"Let me go, damn it! You shouldn't even be here! Let me handle this, let me break this bastard! A whole year by his side, and years of empty promises, and in the end he does this to me!" He growls and spits, like a rabid dog, and Hyunjin hates the sight, so he closes his eyes for a second to stay focused on getting him out of there.
"I'll never let you go", he says, pulling Seungmin tighter by the waist, hugging him tightly and lifting his feet off the ground. He walks away with difficulty, resisting the stray kicks and punches that make Seungmin's body writhe in his arms.
“That's right, get this crazy guy out of here!”
Hyunjin clenches his teeth, consumed by a rage that eats him like poison.
This bastard was quiet until now, he almost shit his pants, that's what he thought, and now he wants to say something like this.
“Shut the fuck up!”, he yells, without even looking back so as not to risk Seungmin himself coming back and finishing what he started. “Shut up, or I swear I'll let him come back here to finish ruining that ridiculous face of yours!”
No, he won't let Seungmin go, but he just wants Minho to swallow his own tongue and choke on it, to suffer in silence, reducing himself to his own insignificance.
He goes down the stairs, taking care to descend them with Seungmin still consumed by his angry outburst — he curses and swears like a madman, shouting until his voice fails, and Hyunjin knows that tomorrow he will wake up completely hoarse. As soon as they reach the street, where Seungmin's car is awkwardly parked — in his haste to enter the building, he probably didn't even bother to parallel park — Hyunjin pushes him against the door.
As soon as he's free of him, Seungmin slaps him. The slaps are hot and painful, hitting his chest and face, but Hyunjin doesn't let it affect him or even complain; he lets Seungmin yell and vent for as long as he wants.
"Why did you come here? I didn't call you, I didn't ask for your help! I don't need you, damn it, I don't need anyone!"
At some point, the screams are replaced by choked sobs, and the curses he utters turn into painful whispers. Seungmin's hands grip the collar of Hyunjin's shirt, anchoring themselves to it like someone afraid of falling from a crashing plane. His head tilts forward and he lies down with his forehead resting on Hyunjin's shoulder, tears falling from his eyes staining the white fabric with drops that seem to boil, they are so hot. Tears of anger. Of hurt. Of disappointment. Of betrayal and suffering.
"Why? Why did he do this to me, Jinnie? Did I do something wrong? I didn't deserve to go through this, did I?"
Hyunjin's heart tightens, and he hugs Seungmin, snuggling him in an embrace that he hopes will calm him down at least a little, and provide security amidst the chaos in his mind. With one arm, Hyunjin hugs him from behind, his fingers sinking into the cold leather of the jacket he's wearing, tightening the touch in the hope of conveying the message that he was there with Seungmin, and that he wouldn't leave him — never, ever, no matter what happened — and with the other hand, he runs his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair, massaging his scalp. “Of course you don't deserve it, Min… Of course not”, he whispers, burying his face in his neck, his voice sending vapors of air against his skin. He smelled of mint and anger, a burning anger, but one that was slowly beginning to subside. “You’re perfect. He never knew how to appreciate you.”
His sobs grow louder and tears now overflow uncontrollably. At one point, Hyunjin manages to convince him to get in the car and helps him put on his seatbelt. Hyunjin takes the wheel as he drives him home. On the way, Seungmin starts talking uncontrollably, cursing Minho and Jeongin with all the anger that still remained in his core.
“My God, how could I have been so stupid?! All the signs were right in front of me, they just didn’t fight right in front of me! Fucking stupid, so stupid!” He slapped his forehead, berating himself.
“You're not to blame”, Hyunjin defends. “He's the one who wronged you, regardless of whether it was obvious or not. Minho wasn't man enough to end it and chose the cowardly path.”
“I wanted to rip his face off, Hyun”, Seungmin raised his hands and twisted his fingers, making them into claw shapes. “I wanted to sink my nails into his smug little face until it bled and disfigured it forever! Ugh, I hate that son of a bitch!”
Hyunjin smiled slightly.
“You kind of did that. And you did a great job.”
Seungmin turned to look at him, and when their eyes met, they both laughed knowingly.
“It was well deserved”, he adds. “Jeongin was very lucky that I arrived first, he would have been next.”
“And it would have been worse for him, I guarantee you that.”
“I didn't know you were so strong, Min.”
“Me neither”, he murmured awkwardly. “But I went crazy, it felt like I was seeing everything outside my body, like a spectator. But you know the worst part? I don't regret it one bit.”
Hyunjin laughs, entering the street where Seungmin's house is.
“What made me angriest about him was the hypocrisy”, Seungmin continues, clenching his fists in his lap. “He was always having jealous fits because of our friendship, saying he didn't trust you, that you liked me…”
Hyunjin swallows hard, pretending to check something in the rearview mirror while listening to him talk. Thinking that Minho was right about this bothers him, because it makes him feel on the same level of comparison as Jeongin — the malicious best friend, who was just waiting for an opening in the relationship to interfere and steal Seungmin from Minho.
And the worst part was knowing it was true. Every time the two of them argued, Hyunjin hoped that Seungmin would finally look at him and realize that he had always been right there beside him, nurturing an unrequited love, waiting for the day he would realize that he loved him too. But there came a point where Hyunjin simply gave up and accepted that the love Seungmin harbored for him was strictly platonic. He only had eyes for Lee Minho, and that was a fact.
“But, in the end, I wasn't the one who betrayed my boyfriend with my best friend!”
Hyunjin forced an affirmative grunt, agreeing with him.
“Those who like to point the finger so much do the same thing they accuse others of!” Seungmin growled through gritted teeth. “As if you'd want anything to do with me. Minho, when he decided to open his mouth, only talked nonsense, only talked about things he didn't understand at all! He saw his own friends as pieces of meat and thought you were just like him… Jinnie? Aren't you coming in?"
Hyunjin realized he had stopped the car in front of the house's garage, unable to move a muscle as he listened to Seungmin talking about those things. As if you'd want anything to do with me.
If Seungmin knew what Hyunjin wanted from him, the outburst at Minho's apartment would be nothing compared. It was crazy, right? To desire someone so intensely, but to keep it a secret for fear of hurting himself and the other person in the process. Silence was his fate, his downfall, the symbol of his defeat. The mark of a secret he would never reveal.
He woke up to the sound of his question, blinking to get his bearings.
"Oh, yes, I'll go. Sorry, I got distracted."
He parks the car in the garage and enters the house with Seungmin, who goes to take a shower, suddenly overcome by a dejected feeling. The grief after the breakup — the feeling of loss after discovering that someone you loved betrayed your trust. He had heard of situations like this before; after all, he wasn't a relationship expert, he had never dated before.
He went to the kitchen to drink some water in an attempt to calm the anxiety in his own mind, only to be shocked to find the room almost completely devastated, with shattered glass from plates and glasses, overturned chairs, and a flipped table.
Seungmin's outburst was worse than he thought, and he was grateful that he hadn't done something worse because he was alone when he learned the truth. Perhaps Felix didn't know the extent of the damage Seungmin could cause himself and others by discovering Minho's betrayal, because if he had known, perhaps he wouldn't have told him so abruptly.
He cleaned the kitchen while Seungmin took a long shower, which made him think that he was probably crying again, now under the shower water. He collected all the broken glass, separating it into a well-sealed bag with a note for when the garbage truck came by the next day to collect it, and tidied up the tables and chairs, putting them in their proper place. After making sure everything was organized, he went to the living room, collapsing with an exhausted sigh onto the sofa.
About ten minutes later, he felt the place next to him sink, and looked at Seungmin with his hair wet from his post-shower, wearing more comfortable clothes, and with a pink nose and swollen eyes from incessant crying. He looked pleadingly at Hyunjin, who immediately understood what he wanted. He let him lie down with his head on his shoulder, his face hidden in his neck, the touch of his warm breath sending shivers down his skin. He puts his arm around Seungmin's body, pulling him closer, his hand resting on his head, stroking his hair, and one hand resting on Seungmin's thigh, bringing his leg to rest on Hyunjin's.
"I hate him", Seungmin sniffles, his voice tearful. "How could I have been so rotten in the head?"
"It wasn't for lack of warning", Hyunjin tries to joke, earning him a light slap on the shoulder. "That asshole doesn't deserve your suffering, or your hatred. He doesn't deserve anything that's yours. When I think about the things he did to you, I want to go back to his apartment and finish him off."
"He's a jerk", Seungmin concludes succinctly.
Hyunjin smiles, agreeing.
"He's a jerk."
*
Seungmin asked him to spend the night there, as he still couldn't be alone after everything that had happened, and Hyunjin agreed, worried about him. He insisted they watch a movie to try and distract Seungmin for at least a couple of hours, made popcorn, and arranged the sofa with blankets so they would be comfortable. Seungmin wanted to lie down, so Hyunjin offered to lie on the floor so he could have the whole sofa to himself.
"Can you lie down with me?" Seungmin asked shyly, unable to look at him, perhaps afraid that Hyunjin would find him pathetic for showing himself so vulnerable.
"Are you sure about that?" Hyunjin wanted to make sure.
Seungmin confirmed with a weak nod.
And that's where they were now, covered up to their waists by a thick, warm blanket that protected them from the cold of the night. The movie played normally on the TV screen, Hyunjin yawned occasionally, eliciting a soft laugh from Seungmin, whose head rested peacefully on his chest.
The sofa wasn't very big, which forced the two to sit very close to each other, Seungmin's leg intertwined with Hyunjin's, and his arm was under him, hugging him tightly. He wouldn't lie that he felt a huge flutter in his stomach at the whole situation.
It had been a long time since they had been this close. Since the beginning of his relationship with Minho, Seungmin had set boundaries in their friendship out of respect, which Hyunjin fully understood. But the truth is, he had forgotten how good it felt to be close to Seungmin, to the point of not even caring that, for the other, all the closeness was nothing more than an innocent moment between friends.
"You're going to sleep, aren't you?" Seungmin teased him. Hyunjin was always the first to fall asleep when they watched movies together.
“No, I'm wide awake”, he affirms, though he feels somewhat sleepy. “I'm paying attention to everything.”
“So, tell me what the girl's mother just said to her.”
“Oh, it's easy. She said that… Um, that if she's going to steal, she should make sure not to leave any evidence?”, he says uncertainly, and Seungmin laughs, a sound that warms Hyunjin inside.
“That's her aunt, and they're talking about the brothel that opened on the corner of the neighborhood where they live.”
“Okay, I'm sleepy”, he confesses, giving in, and lets out another yawn.
“You can turn off the television if you want.”
“Don't you want to finish watching the movie?”
Seungmin shrugs.
“It's not that interesting.”
Hyunjin grabs the remote and turns off the TV, and the living room goes dark, the only light coming from the lamp on the side table next to the sofa, which casts a soft, orange light on their faces.
Seungmin has a hand resting on Hyunjin's stomach, and he starts drawing imaginary patterns with his fingertips absentmindedly, and Hyunjin has to hold back from showing how affected he was by his touch.
"Thank you", Seungmin begins to say softly, "for coming after me. And I'm sorry for what I did afterward, I shouldn't have taken it out on you."
"You weren't feeling well", Hyunjin says, closing his eyes, his nose hovering over the top of his head, getting lost in the soft scent of his shampoo. "I understand, you don't need to apologize."
Seungmin sighed heavily, as if carrying a heavy burden on his chest. He turned even closer to Hyunjin, practically pressing his face against the curve of his chest.
"Yes, I need to ask… I was so stupid, Jinnie. So, so, so stupidly stupid."
He doesn't understand what Seungmin means by that, but he doesn't interrupt him and lets him continue speaking.
"I let Minho get into my head, I let him infect everything, including our relationship."
"Min, this isn't t…"
"Shhh…", he whispers, suddenly standing up and placing his hands on either side of his face, on the cozy mountain of pillows that Hyunjin himself had made. Seungmin is very close now, and his breath catches in his throat because his heart begins to pump more powerfully, and a shiver runs down his spine, making every hair on his body stand on end. "You always took such good care of me, even Minho said so. Being there for me when I needed most, just like you’re doing now. Being sweet, understanding, and kind…”
The look with which Seungmin analyzes every line of expression on his face is unlike any other he's ever given Hyunjin; there's a certain adoration and… Is it a figment of Hyunjin's hopeful mind? Why does it seem like Seungmin is staring at him with desire?
Seungmin's small, straight nose travels down his cheek, tracing the contour of his cheekbones, drawing in air to consume his scent, brushing his skin with the tip. Hyunjin gasps, surprised by the unexpected act.
"Min, what are you doing?", he whispers, feeling too weak to fight back.
Did he fall asleep during the movie, and is this just another one of his wet dreams about Seungmin?
To finish him off, Seungmin throws his leg over his waist and sits on his hip, pressing right where Hyunjin feels himself waking up. He groans, loudly and pathetically, his hands involuntarily lifting and landing on Seungmin's slender waist, feeling the area mold perfectly to his fingers, fitting as if it were made to be held by them.
Seungmin's soft, pink mouth brushes against his, and Hyunjin feels like he's gone from heaven to hell in less than a second.
"I'm fixing my mistakes, Jinnie", Seungmin replies, before pressing his lips to Hyunjin's.
The first touch is serene and gentle, but nonetheless overwhelming. Their lips brush against each other like a caress, Seungmin moves his face, dragging his mouth in a way that presses against Hyunjin's in an extremely pleasurable way. He groans breathlessly, his mind in a blank, trying to register the information that he was finally having what he had been wanting for almost a decade; to know what it felt like to kiss Kim Seungmin.
His mouth parted reflexively, and Seungmin's eager tongue traced his lips, licking and caressing his tongue slowly, studying his reactions. Hyunjin shuddered beneath him, pulling his body down with the help of his hands on his waist, pressing his buttocks against his groin. Seungmin groaned breathlessly, one hand leaving the pillows to hold the hair at the nape of Hyunjin's neck, pulling forcefully.
When he felt the touch, he woke up and realized what was happening.
"Min, wait… this is wrong…"
The phrase, spoken in the middle of the kiss, confused Seungmin, who pulled away to look at him with a furrowed brow.
Hyunjin's mouth grew cold from the lack of his touch, and he almost regretted saying that. But he was grateful for having spoken, because he might have bitterly regretted it later if they had gone further.
"What's wrong?" He asks, breathless, and Hyunjin has to hold back to ignore the way his eyes stare, full of desire, at his mouth moist with his saliva, or the way he undulates his hips slightly, slowly rubbing against his erection.
“You've been through a lot today, you must be… I don't know, needy?”
The corner of Seungmin's lips curved upwards, opening a mischievous smile.
“Oh, Jinnie… I'm really needy”, he presses his butt a little harder against him, Hyunjin grunts, digging his fingernails into the waist covered by the white shirt that covers him down to his thighs. He can see the outline of his cock marking under the fabric thanks to the dim light of the lamp. “I'm needy for you, and it's been a long time. I was going to break up with Minho, you know? I was waiting for the right moment to talk to him and end everything, but the son of a bitch decided to cheat on me first.”
The revelation made his stomach churn, perhaps with surprise or — more likely — with happiness. Knowing, mainly, that betrayal wasn't the central reason for their breakup, Seungmin had already planned to do this.
"That's what pissed me off the most. I tried to be careful with someone who didn't deserve even one percent of my care, to consider his feelings when he didn't consider me at all."
Hyunjin had a question on the tip of his tongue. Maybe it was an obvious question, but he still wanted an answer.
"But why did you want to… Hmm, fuck, Min!", he groaned as he rubbed himself against his lap again, fitting the outline of his cock between his buttocks, facilitating the back and forth motion. The right thing to do would be to stop him, to have Seungmin talk to him quietly and attentively so that everything would be very clear, but the stimulation was so, so, so unbearably pleasurable that Hyunjin didn't have the strength to fight it. "Why did you want to break up with him?"
“Because I deserved someone much better.”
The direct answer, without hesitation, leaves him speechless.
Seungmin's hand on the back of his neck gives a tug back, leaving his throat exposed, and Hyunjin lets his mouth close its lips on his skin, sucking slowly while dragging the tip of his tongue, leaving a trail of saliva that makes Hyunjin's blood boil with lust.
“I deserved you, Hyunnie…” Hyunjin moans louder, biting his lips and closing his eyes to try to maintain some control, his back arching, leaving his neck contracting even more exposed and giving even more access for Seungmin's mouth to do whatever it wants with him. “Someone who understands me like the back of their hand. Who supports me, encourages me and believes in me. And who takes such good care of me, damn it…” He sticks his tongue out and licks his lips in such a dirty and perversely seductive way that it should be banned in more than a hundred countries for the sake of public sanity. “You're so beautiful, Jinnie, the most beautiful man I've ever seen.”
“Why did you say earlier with such certainty that I would never be interested in you, but… now you're lying on top of me like this?”
Seungmin lowers his body, pressing his chest against Hyunjin's, lying completely on top of him. He takes his other hand from the pillows and brings it to Hyunjin's chin, gently pulling it down, in a silent request for him to open his mouth. Hyunjin obeys, parting his lips, and when Seungmin begins to lick and nibble them, he feels he is no longer able to reason properly.
“Because”, he says, with torturous calm, pulling Hyunjin's lower lip between his teeth and then giving a light kiss to ease the slight pain, “I didn't know if you felt anything too.”
Hyunjin felt like huffing, laughing, and screaming in indignation — all at the same time. The idea of Seungmin feeling uncertain about his feelings was ridiculous; just five seconds of looking at his face would reveal how in love he was with Kim Seungmin.
“What do you even know?”
Seungmin looks closely at him after hearing him say that, his thumb gently caressing his chin.
"What I know…", he brings his mouth very close to his, his lips provocatively brushing against Hyunjin's as they move with each sentence spoken. "Is that you love me. And that I was a fool for never noticing before. And that I want you to take care of me tonight."
He rolls over his erection, adding finally:
"Take very good care of me."
This time, it's Hyunjin who kisses him, his tongue entwining itself inside his mouth, while skillfully flipping them over on the sofa, ending up on top of him.
He kneels on the sofa and holds Seungmin's legs under his knees, spreading them apart and giving a view of the mess he's in. His shirt rides up, revealing his underwear, the fabric stretched by his erection, which begs to be freed from the tight elastic, the drooling head leaving a clear stain that only serves to drive Hyunjin even more out of control.
"Is this how much you want me, Min?", he teases, his hands pushing his legs further, almost pressing them against the sofa and practically leaving him completely open for him. Seungmin moans, blinking his eyes as he moves his head, giving nods of confirmation. "You want my cock opening you up so badly, damn it… But first I need to prepare you, since you want to be well taken care of, right?"
He nods, looking obscenely lost in desire.
"Yes, Jinnie… Oh, fuck, that's it."
Hyunjin takes off his own shirt — borrowed from Seungmin so he could spend the night at his house, as well as the pants he was wearing — with a fluid movement, and Seungmin's eyes immediately turn to his lean, defined physique, the perfectly sculpted biceps and narrow shoulders.
"Fuck off, why do you have to be so delicious?"
Hyunjin can't contain his laughter.
"Do you have lubricant?"
"I do, but it's in my room, and I don't want you to leave me alone", Seungmin says quickly, anxiously.
"But it won't work without lubricant."
In a swift movement, Seungmin grabs one of his hands and brings it to his own lips. Paralyzed, Hyunjin watches him insert his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue circling their length with the same dedication he knows Seungmin would use to suck his cock. He pulls his hand further, causing his fingers to press against the back of his throat, and he lets out a choked moan that sends throbs down Hyunjin's cock.
When he removes his fingers from his mouth, a strand of saliva still connects them to his lip.
"We'll make it work", Seungmin says, licking the glistening strand, swallowing it with the same wickedness of a lustful demon. "Now, don't stop, Hyunnie, please."
And Hyunjin did as he pleased. He leaned over his body, pressing their cocks together, and Seungmin immediately begins to move beneath him, causing a friction that makes them both lose their bearings. Hyunjin kisses him for a while, letting him continue rubbing them against each other, with their underwear and pants being the only things preventing their intimacies from touching directly. Seungmin's hands touch his back, feeling the bare skin beneath his fingers, and Hyunjin moans, writhing with pleasure as his nails lightly scratch him.
Seungmin practically falls apart beneath him, chasing an orgasm that Hyunjin will make sure to give him soon.
His fingers brush against the sides of the elastic of his underwear. In the middle of an awkward kiss, he asks: "Can I take it off?"
"Of course you can", Seungmin gasps, without stopping to find him in the path of each new kiss of their mouths, or to move his hips to rub against him with even more desire. "You don't need to ask, I'm all yours now."
All mine now, he reflects to himself. He hopes Seungmin understands the weight of that phrase.
He slips his fingers into his underwear and slides the fabric down his long legs until he pulls it completely off his body. Seungmin's cock rests on his stomach, heavy, thick, and wet enough to make him thirsty. Lubrication drips from the glans, and when Hyunjin holds it to spread the liquid along its entire length, Seungmin gasps, opening his mouth wide and throwing his head back. His neck contorts, very red, and Hyunjin can't hold back.
He attacks his neck, inhaling the minty scent that marks his freckled complexion, licking desperately, as if he could extract the aroma with his tongue. He moves his hand up and down, twisting his wrist when he reaches the glans, slowly but firmly, feeling the rigidity and texture of the beautiful cock. Damn, how can a cock be so beautiful? Only Seungmin could pull that off.
“Oh, shit… Don’t stop, it feels so good…”
“It feels good, huh?” Hyunjin teases, smiling against his mouth.
“Very… Fuck, I’m gonna cum like this…”
“Then cum for me, my dear.”
Hyunjin captures his mouth in a deep kiss the moment his cock expels a thick, abundant spurt, soiling his stomach and Hyunjin’s fingers. Seungmin’s legs trembled in spasms of pleasure, Hyunjin watched his reactions to the last shocks of orgasm with fascination — his mouth wide open, producing low whimpers, his lips swollen from the kisses they exchanged, his hair falling chaotically over his eyes wet with a trail of hot tears.
“Fucking beautiful…”
Saying this, he directed his fingers, sticky with his pleasure, to the tight entrance, which resisted the intrusion of his index finger a little, even though Hyunjin went slowly and very carefully. Seungmin groaned, closing his eyes, trying to concentrate to resist the pain.
"I'll open you up slowly, I promise."
And Hyunjin keeps his promise, letting Seungmin take as much time as he needs to get used to the thickness of his long fingers. To distract him, he takes off his shirt, paying attention to his nipples, swollen with excitement. Seungmin's hands gripped his hair tightly, unsure whether to pull or bring him closer as Hyunjin alternated between one nipple and the other, leaving a shiny mark of spit.
"Move, Jinnie, fuck me with your fingers…" He practically begs.
Without ceasing to devour his chest, dragging his tongue over the hard nipple while sucking the area into his mouth, he moved his index finger in slow, undulating movements, attentive to any negative reaction from the man beneath him. But when more moans escaped his mouth and he felt the cock trapped between their bellies begin to harden again, Hyunjin risked adding a second finger.
He tested his resistance for a while longer, opening his fingers inside Seungmin, stretching him further and further, and applying back-and-forth movements.
"Can you take another one?"
"Please, yes… I can take anything you want to give me…"
The answer caressed his ego in a way that, if Seungmin were smart, he would never have said out loud.
Now three fingers were inside him with a frequent rhythm, searching for space, stretching him, going all the way to the point where the knuckles touched the line of throbbing muscles, feeling Seungmin's orgasm leaving his insides very wet, making it easy to fuck him. He swirled his tongue around his nipple, moaning during a deep sigh:
"Min, I want to do something with you… But I'm afraid you'll get scared." His fingers scrape the inner walls of his mouth, eliciting a strangled groan from Seungmin, whose legs tremble again. “I want to fuck your mouth and I want to taste you, but it's crazy…”
“Fuck”, Seungmin's mouth utters, low and weak, a thread of saliva sliding from the corner of his lips. “You don't need to ask, just fuck, Jinnie. Do whatever you want with me, I already said I can take it.”
Hyunjin growls at the unbridled permission, pulling his fingers out of Seungmin's already well-dilated hole — who lets out a frustrated whimper at the feeling of emptiness — and his arms grip his waist, turning him onto his stomach on the couch. But he doesn't last long in that position, as Hyunjin pulls him up. He makes Seungmin rest his long, pale legs on his strong shoulders, supporting his body with his arms wrapped around his torso, and Seungmin, upside down, hovers with his face in front of the crotch covered by Hyunjin's sweatpants, where the long outline of his cock creates a huge bulge in the loose fabric.
Seungmin's orifice is fully exposed to him, contracting anxiously for Hyunjin to give it some attention.
“Come on”, Hyunjin murmured, gathering enough strength to support Seungmin's body with one arm and using the free hand of the other to hold his head by his soft, short hair, pushing his face against his groin, “I want you to take care of me too.”
And when Seungmin's hand lowered his pants, he felt his own cock being freed and the first touch of Seungmin's mouth on his big one, he stuck his tongue into the needy little hole.
Seungmin's needy cry was muffled by Hyunjin's cock being pushed into his mouth. His mouth was warm and accepted its entire length so easily that Hyunjin couldn't contain the hoarse moan against his entrance, his face buried between the soft cheeks of his round ass, his nose dragging along his perineum, his tongue going from the hole to his balls aching with desire, leaving a considerable trail of saliva, smearing him all over.
Seungmin's tongue works hard, swirling around him, caressing and spreading plenty of saliva, which drips down him, soaking him thoroughly. Hyunjin pushes his waist, penetrating his mouth calmly at first, seeing how much he could take. Seungmin's hands move up and down his hips, lightly scratching, sometimes touching his stomach, feeling the contraction of his abdomen every time he plunges deep into his relaxed throat, which moans needily, producing wet and smacking sounds.
"That's it, fuck, that's delicious", Hyunjin moans, sucking on the tight entrance, feeling his cock throb strongly in the warm cavity that stretches to receive him completely. “You swallow me so easily, Min, you're a fucking pro…”
Hearing the compliment, Seungmin's throat produces a pained sound, sending spasms through all the veins of Hyunjin's thick cock, who buries his head in his ass with more force, his fingers sinking into his scalp and pushing his head until his nose touches his pelvis, the outline of his elongated lips touching the line of his testicles.
“I'm going to fill that little mouth of yours with my cum, do you want that?”, he asks, thrusting his cock inside him faster, using his hand in his hair to keep his head still so that he receives it better. “I want to feel when you swallow me whole, receiving your special dinner… That's what you want, isn't it, Minnie?”
He's dirty, very dirty, Seungmin's saliva mixes with his lubrication, dripping out, covering his balls, staining his thighs that work to keep him kneeling on the couch while he carries Seungmin's body. His abdomen tenses tightly, Seungmin sinks his sharp nails into his muscles, and that's when he can't take it anymore. He pulls his head down, pressing the tip against his throat, choking him on his cock until he finishes ejaculating — burning, thick, and sweet on his tongue.
He feels Seungmin's tongue wandering around him, collecting every drop of semen so that nothing escapes him.
"Swallow it all, this... All mine, damn it, made for me..."
His mind is no longer reasoning, and he realizes this when he puts Seungmin back on the sofa, lying on his back, his face hidden between the pillows, his beautiful ass turned towards him. His hands go to his buttocks, squeezing and massaging, separating them so that he can have a privileged view of the pink little hole.
"Hyunnie..."
Seungmin's voice is weak and very hoarse because of the treatment of Hyunjin's cock, which, upon hearing him moan his nickname, doesn't take long to get excited again.
"You screamed so much earlier, Min", he opened his mouth, letting spit accumulate on the tip of his tongue and fall onto his wrinkled entrance, which tenses, trying in vain to capture the glistening liquid. “Screaming because of your damn ex who didn't deserve all this deliciousness that you are”, he slapped his hand hard on one side of his ass, leaving a reddish mark from the outline of his palm. Seungmin gripped the pillows, groaning painfully, but arching his back for Hyunjin, in a silent plea for more. “You think you can scream more for me, my dear?” He slapped him again, this time on the other side, matching the mark on his skin. “Want to try?” And he slapped both sides at the same time with both hands.
“Holy shit, I want… Oh, Hyunnie! Enter me, fuck me until I lose my voice… Make me cum until I faint on your delicious cock, until you leave me completely open for you…”
He pulled his head by the nape of his neck, arching his body until his back pressed against his chest. Seungmin turned his face, and that's when Hyunjin locked his mouth on his, penetrating with his tongue, dragging it promiscuously against his, biting his lips with the tips of his teeth and swallowing his moans as his cock lightly grazed his entrance, teasing, giving a sample of what was to come when the head pushed gently inside.
"I'm going to take care of you now, Min. I'm going to give you all the treatment that son of a bitch Minho never gave you."
And he thrusts in all at once, sliding all the way to the bottom, and Seungmin screams at the sudden intrusion, arching his back. The only thing stopping him from falling forward is Hyunjin's hand holding him by the hair. And Hyunjin, in turn, doesn't take long to immobilize him around the waist, pressing their bodies closer together, and to begin his thrusts.
He explores Seungmin's interior with firm, deliberate thrusts, his hips colliding forcefully with his buttocks, searching for his prostate, feeling him tighten his grip on his cock, contracting around it as he slides inside effortlessly thanks to all the preparation.
"Look how you are for me, completely surrendered… Is this how he did it to you, did he leave you like this?"
"No… U-uh, fuck, don't stop!" Seungmin begs, his hands gripping the arm around his waist. "He couldn't do half of what you did… That's it, thrust hard!"
Hyunjin touched a soft spot inside him, eliciting a loud cry from the depths of Seungmin's used throat. He smiles, pressing his nose against his flushed cheek.
"Do you want me to thrust?"
"Yes, yes… please…"
"How much do you want?"
"A-a lot."
"Ask nicely." Seungmin thrust against him, causing his glans to rub against his G-spot, eliciting long moans from both of them.
"Please, Hyunnie, I want you to fuck me hard, leave me trembling from so much pleasure… I want to wake up voiceless and limping tomorrow, please, please, fill me with your cum until I'm dripping."
Hyunjin released him, causing him to fall onto the sheets, his face hitting the pillows, and quickly followed suit, crushing him with the weight of his body, pinning him against the sofa upholstery. One hand went to the front of his throat, holding the area as if it were an anchor that would guarantee his survival, squeezing with a little force, slightly suspending the flow of Seungmin's breathing, and the other went to his hip, pulling his body brutally against his cock while moving his hips in undulating movements, thrusting while thrusting, without losing contact with his prostate.
Seungmin cries beneath him, his mouth open gasping for air, his cheek pressed against the pillowcase. Hyunjin's face is on the nape of his neck, biting and sucking the freckles that decorate his neck, obsessed with the idea of bringing him to a second orgasm, but also crazy about his own.
"Come with me, my dear", he growls against his collarbone, leaving hickeys that will remain there for days. "Cum deliciously on my cock."
And Seungmin explodes in violent spasms, his legs moving in powerful convulsions to the point that Hyunjin needs to press them with his knees to keep them still as he comes inside Seungmin's tight little ass.
"That's it, that's how I like it... fuck, I'm so full..." Seungmin sobs, murmuring nonsensical phrases, moved by the peak of the climax. "And you're still so hard, damn it..."
"You asked me to fuck you until you passed out, didn't you?" Hyunjin makes sure, distributing kisses along his neck, moving slowly inside him, pushing his sticky semen inside.
"I did... Fuck, that's exactly what happened, don't stop…”
Hyunjin obeys his orders. He lays Seungmin on his back on the sofa, without abandoning his insides, and pulls him by the legs, holding him under the knees, and begins the thrusts again. Firm, deep, and rough, just the way he discovered Seungmin loves it. Seungmin's hands touch him blindly, following the movements of his abdomen during the hard, relentless thrusts.
"You're so hot", Hyunjin moans, breathing heavily through his mouth, feeling himself floating with the sensation of being so well received by his ass. "How could that bastard look at someone else when he had you? I would never have made that mistake… I would never have risked losing you."
"Hyunjin, love…"
He makes Seungmin turn to his side and lifts one of his legs over his shoulder, embracing it by the lean, defined thigh, kissing and licking his ankle with adoration, without stopping thrusting for a moment. Drops of sweat fall from his hair and drip onto Seungmin's stomach, and the idea of marking him not only with his cum, but also with the droplets of his perspiration, only serves to drive him even more out of his mind.
"Repeat it", he commands, without hesitation.
“Hyunjin, my… my love.”
He leans over Hyunjin's body, forcing him to stretch his leg further, opening him wider. His cock is wreaking havoc inside him, the back and forth causing a friction that feels like it's burning him from the inside out.
“Again, my dear.”
Seungmin's eyes fill with tears again, staring into Hyunjin's. They are struggling to stay open, refusing to miss a second of the sight of Hyunjin on top of him, fucking him relentlessly.
He makes an effort to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling him closer, ignoring the pain of keeping his leg stretched at that angle, groaning as the glans presses against his prostate even harder, now practically only moving inside him, no longer coming out. Seungmin kisses him, in a slobbery and clumsy way, their tongues rubbing together desperately, feeling how Hyunjin's thrusts push his body upwards on the sofa.
“Mine. My Hyunjin, my love.”
Grunting, Hyunjin comes harder than he thought possible, even more so for the third time. He plants his feet on the sofa and mounts Seungmin's body like an animal, pounding his cock against his swollen prostate, claiming another orgasm from him, who screams, laughs, and cries — all at the same time, like a madman, overwhelmed by the torrent of pleasurable sensations that Hyunjin causes in him.
He doesn't know how long he can keep going like that, thrusting all the way in, until he stops spurting and Seungmin stops expelling thin, whitish drops of sperm onto his own stomach. When Hyunjin's breathing calms and the gray cloud of violent orgasm leaves him, he falls seated on the sofa, pulling out of Seungmin, watching all his cum dripping out of him — white, thick, and abundant. It's a beautiful sight, which makes his chest exhale in a heavy breath.
Seungmin is completely passed out, his chest rising and falling gently, absorbed in a post-sex sleep. Hyunjin smiles, running his hand through his short black hair, licking a drop of sweat that falls from his nose, unable to believe he had made such a mess.
The most beautiful mess of his life.