𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫 || sequel to Colors of You

trouble in paradise

Everything happened in a haze. A wonderful, ecstatic haze that Wooyoung easily could get lost completely in.

His body was sore, but still begging for more. Sweat was covering his skin, and so were prominent red marks, drawn all over him like a masterpiece of the finest art. His voice was hoarse, each moan drowned out by the next, by each and every hard thrust he had to take.

Seonghwa could keep going for what seemed like forever, not cumming once while Wooyoung had was already nearing his third time of the night. His cock was sore, throbbing, but he still didn't want to stop. He loved the way Seonghwa fucked him, how older filled him out so nicely, how their skin slapped together, echoing throughout the hotel room.

"Oh, look at you," Seonghwa smirked, when he was fucking Wooyoung hard on the couch, pulling Wooyoung's hair to make him look at the reflection in the window. "So fucking pretty."

The dark eyes were glowing behind Wooyoung, and he could only let out a few pathetic whines, while Seonghwa kept thrusting hard into him. His legs felt like jelly, but he was held up by the older's strong hands, in a grip so tight it would definitely leave its mark.

After what felt like hours, the older began tensing up, and his movements became less precise. He bend down behind Wooyoung, lips sucking on the back of his neck.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum..."

The grip around Wooyoung's hips started to hurt, as Seonghwa's fingers dug into his skin, and with one last, hard and deep thrust, the older came.

"Holy shit..." Seonghwa panted, slowly and carefully pulling out.

Wooyoung collapsed onto the couch immediately, gasping for air, feeling as if he was burning up within his own skin. He pushed his wet hair back, stared at the ceiling, where dark spots were floating around in front of his eyes. The evening wind was stroking him through the still open balcony doors, and Wooyoung hadn't even noticed until now, how they had forgotten to close them. But in that moment he didn't care.

"Come," the older then said, reaching out his hand towards Wooyoung. "Let's take a shower."

☾

The following morning Wooyoung was not only hit by an actual hangover, but a moral kind as well. He shifted around on the bed, groaning lightly at the sting of pain he felt every time he moved. Seonghwa was still asleep next to him, no wonder after all the hard work he had been doing during the night.

Wooyoung sighed, covering his face with his hands.

Quietly, he got out of bed and into the bathroom, where a horrible sight was waiting for him in the mirror.

He had looked fucked up before, but this time was different. There was no doubt that he indeed was fucked up, quite literally. Red marks were all over his skin, down his neck, chest and even lower down as well. His lips were so swollen he feared they'd never return to their normal state, and his eyes were dry and tired beyond words.

Doing the best he could, covering up the worst and most visible marks with makeup, Wooyoung took his time in the bathroom. He rolled his eyes at himself, the makeup would just melt off anyway, when he got outside in the sun.

"Good morning." A small knock on the half-opened door, and Seonghwa pushed it open to look inside.

"Morning," Wooyoung replied, still busy with fixing his messed up appearance.

"You were quite amazing last night, even better than the first time we had sex," the older praised him, walking up next to him to get his toothbrush.

"Thank you, so were you.""