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The shirt from Gucci. A bag from Prada. The trousers from Chanel. Several thousand won are spent each month on clothing from the world's most luxurious brands. Likewise in expensive food. From rare shark t...
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The next morning, Beomgyu was awakened by the early rays of the sun. He didn't even remember exactly how they had made it to bed, but he had to admit that he liked that naked, exposed back of Yeonjun's and how the lower half of his body was enveloped by the white sheet from the waist down. Grumbling, Beomgyu turned on his side, staring at Yeonjun's back and the large windows. Finally, he slid closer to the younger man after the latter's facial expression yesterday was recalled to him like a flashback. Admittedly, the redhead had not expected Yeonjun to have such a strong sexual attraction to him.
But those full lips and his bedroom eyes had it all.
Without further ado, Beomgyu reached around Yeonjun's body from behind, placed his hand on his flat stomach and pressed his cheek, the corner of his mouth and his nose against the brown-haired man's neck, waiting to see if he would react.
And indeed, he reached for Beomgyu's hand to place it upward under his cheek. It was pleasantly cool, a contrast to his heated body and the feeling he had since that night. It bubbled in his stomach and chest. The sun's rays bothered him, but he didn't bother to open his glued eyes. Instead, he enjoyed the warm chest against his back and the breath against his neck.
"You're awake," Beomgyu stated softly, making his voice sound deeper than usual. Yeonjun nodded, then yawned loudly.
"Probably way too early," he grumbled back, smacking sleepily. Angling his leg, he revelled in thoughts of the pool action that made him grin. "I imagine it's only eight o'clock."
Beomgyu grumbled in denial.
"Seven," he replied to the younger man, sliding his lips down the back of his neck until they reached the base of Yeonjun's shoulder. Teasingly, he bit into the spot, not necessarily hard but still clearly noticeable.
Beomgyu couldn't help himself.
He just had to tease Yeonjun with it, precisely because he too was still hovering in a slight flight of fancy that Beomgyu didn't know how to handle.
"Seven?!" hissed Yeonjun, widening his eyes, though it could also be assumed that he was hissing because of the slight pinching pain in his shoulder. He turned his head to look at Beomgyu's face and let his hand disappear into the red hair. The green eyes blinked up at him. "Way too early. You must be an early riser, aren't you?"
"I have to," Beomgyu replied, kissing over the spot he bit, "because I have to go on a business trip for the week."
"You have to go?"
Yeonjun's eyes widened even more and likewise he opened his mouth slightly in shock. He didn't want Beomgyu to have to leave now, especially when he had gotten so close to him now.
Even if he couldn't explain how it could have gotten so out of hand.
"Yes."
The answer was very curt, almost as if the redhead didn't really care. But contrary to his words, he pressed Yeonjun even tighter against him, littering the latter's neck with soft kisses all the way up to the back of his head. Shortly after, he turned so that the 24-year-old was half lying on his chest and tenderly rubbed his belly.
