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𝕏𝕃𝕀𝕀𝕀 (𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆)

[3189 words y'all :D

sorry im a bit late but it's longer so ENJOYY HOES

LYYYY]

"Blushing much, princess?" Yeonjun teased Beomgyu for his heat-flooded face.

"Oh shut up you old scumbag!" Beomgyu huffed out.

"If I'm old then you're young, dumb, and a brainless thickhead." Yeonjun scoffed back.

"Thickhead my ass!" The younger made a face, mimicking his boyfriend. "Your roots are gonna start falling soon. Have I ever told you you look like you're pushing your 50s?" He snorted.

"But I still managed to get the handsome ass Choi Beomgyu as my boyfriend, right?" The pink-head returned Beomgyu's smirk.

"In that case, do you know what boyfriends do?" The evil curve on the younger's lip just deepened.

"Well, I don't mind really having a ride." Yeonjun's foxy eyes glinted in a way Beomgyu had never seen them. It was desire, the walnut-head could detect. And even before he had a turn to proceed further, Yeonjun almost jumped upon him. Beomgyu fell back on the bed, now caged between the elder's two slender arms as he was kissed passionately.

Beomgyu's palm made its way to the other's nape, sucking on the lips like a starved monster. His other hand grasped Yeonjun's light-pink roots. If the walnut-head hadn't known that Yeonjun was a virgin, he could have never guessed it by the way the elder's lips moved on his chapped ones.

Beomgyu whimpered lowly as the elder nibbled on his bottom lip. He opened his mouth, letting his boyfriend have better access inside. Yeonjun's hot tongue was immediately shoved inside like a beast. Their tongues brushed and rolled over each other, teeth clicking hungrily.

Yeonjun shifted in his position, the heated-up kiss still unbroken. The elder just followed whatever his guts directed him, light-headed and trying not to overthink what'd happen if he ended up embarrassing himself.

He dug his knee between Beomgyu's inner thighs, making the younger spread his legs. His knee touched Beomgyu's crotch and Yeonjun smirked internally that he got the younger rock hard. His forearm carried his body weight as he cupped the walnut-head's cheeks with the other palm, tilting his head as he explored and surveyed inside his mouth.

The kiss kept getting sloppier and drool started trickling down Beomgyu's face as he was the one under. Their lips moved in sync and once again the tongues were battling for dominance. This time Beomgyu was the winner. Rapidly, he flipped their position with abruptness. Yeonjun was the one under his body now, and he placed himself better on his knees and elbows so he could swallow the elder's face better.

His experienced hands slowly trailed down Yeonjun's milky skin and he gently grasped the junction point where the elder's neck and shoulder met. Beomgyu didn't need to breathe a word. Desperate, the pink-head himself was swift to slide off of the light-blue t-shirt with a tad help from his boyfriend. The tones on the elder's chest and stomach weren't very obvious, but it already seemed like an eight-course meal to Beomgyu.

He eyed the elder's inviting and smooth, clean skin lustfully before attacking his right collarbone. He sucked, teething it until a reddish bruise formed on his skin. Yeonjun whimpered and groaned his boyfriend's name throughout. After the younger was satisfied enough with his work, he moved to the other collarbone, wetting the trail with open-mouthed kisses.

Once he had marked a prominent bruise on it, Beomgyu started tracing his way downward. He took one of the elder's pink nipples in his mouth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Yeonjun moaned, unable to suppress it. He grasped the other nipple, slyly pinching and twitching it, careful not to hurt Yeonjun, but alert not to leave him untouched and needy as well.