"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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5 Years Later: Present Day.
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"Mmn. You're so good, baby." A man's voice grunts out. Large fingers grasp a handful of ass cheeks, squeezing on them as they bounce rather vigorously over an eager cock. Music pumps vibrations into the walls around them, their soft gasps fill the dark room intermittently.
"Y-Yeah? I feel good, huh?" A voice fills the man's ears, causing him to tremble slightly in ecstasy. "Hyungie likes it when I ride it like it's mine?"
"O-Oh, you-..." A moan in response. "Your words keep on getting more and more foul, don't they? Where have you learned to speak like this?"
The other male gives somewhat of a cunning chuckle, a smile of amusement partaking his lips. "But you love it when I talk to you like this, hyungie.."
The male then watches as the other laughs at his statement, and soon he feels hands secure over his slim waist, holding him there while the man begins to thrust his hips upward, slamming his cock into him with strength.
"A—.... A-Ahh.." The boy helplessly wails, head flinging back, nails digging to skin. And soon enough, he feels a warmth at his stomach, watches while the man below him rolls his eyes in a pleasured state. The two reach their high together, the feeling settling deep into their sweaty skins, and the boy slowly loosens his grip on the older.
He gasps. "M-Minseok.."
Then he settles over the mattress, breaths of exhaust panting past his throat. He hears a shuffling sound as the other man reaches toward the nightstand and begins to fumble for a cigarette. The boy's brows lower.
"I told you, I don't like it when you smoke around me."
The man turns his head toward him, the darkness in the room secluding the amused glint in his eyes. "Are you gonna stay the night?"
"You know I can't."
"Then I'm having a cigarette." The man huffs. "You'll be leaving soon anyway. Won't you?"
The younger male lifts his body from the bedsheets abruptly, a low breath leaving his lips as he begins to collect his scattered clothes from the floor.
"Say," Minseok speaks, hand hovered over the cigarette blunt as he lit the tip of it. "Why don't you just move in with me? Living with your little boyfriend's gonna be a nuisance once our plans are put into motion."
The boy silently buttons up his shirt, a solemn cast on his face. "Don't say such reckless things, hyung."
Minseok blinks. "I'm being serious here. Move in with me."
