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That Night Of College Get-Together (NSFW)

[T/W: princess kink]

It was their college get-together that day after six long months at their go-to club, Poppin' Star. Beomgyu had been waiting on the couch for his boyfriend to get done with his makeover, which the younger rather called dress and glittery stuff. He was scrolling through his Instagram feed, tapping his ankle on the floor in a slow rhythm as he leaned against the couch.

He shot forward into a straight sitting posture in an instant as he heard a creak, which he doubtlessly knew came from their shared bedroom's door opening. Beomgyu frankly had no idea why Yeonjun had to kick him out and close the door to get dressed. It wasn't like they were not an almost two years old couple. It wasn't like Beomgyu didn't know every inch of Yeonjun's body in the same way he knew the back of his palm. It wasn't like they hadn't made love in the same room countless times. Then just why did Yeonjun have to kick him out today-

Beomgyu shut off his phone and glanced up.

And froze.

Holy dicks-

His lips breathlessly parted but not a word came out. That was when it hit him. 

Yeonjun always went out wearing fancy stuff and with ethereally beautiful makeup whenever they would have a university get-together and he loved to get the younger gaping at him. And that was exactly why Beomgyu had been expelled from his own bedroom; to be astonished with just how much of a sexy bitch his boyfriend looked right now.

The elder had his ass outlined in tight and ripped, denim-jeans, the ends of those loose. He wore a brown sleeveless sweater that only reached his navel, exposing his ass. There were pixel patches of warm yellow printed all over it. There also was the Victorian-styled white stone necklace dangling from his neck, which Beomgyu had bought him on his last birthday. The top being sleeveless, his muscular biceps showed, but Beomgyu knew taming the brat was easier than it looked. As much as a walking buffet vibe he radiated, Yeonjun was much more of a princess, in normal life, and, may Beomgyu add, also in bed. 

Yeonjun smirked cockily at his boyfriend, running a hand through his raven hair. The corner of his eyes crinkled, the smoky eyeshadow at the ends evidencing the devilish glint in them even more. He chewed on his juicy, plump bottom lip a little. "Eye fucking me, honey?"

Beomgyu felt movement inside his leather jeans. Mirroring the smirk that tugged on the elder's inviting lips, he got up and walked closer to him. He gave Yeonjun's waist a little squeeze. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you limp tomorrow." He hoarsely muttered and gently bit the elder's junction of the neck. He sucked a bruise, careful and delicate while handling his lover.

Yeonjun lowly whimpered, loving the way Beomgyu talked dirty to him. "You're gonna ruin my makeup, you bastard. Get off." He snappily mumbled. "We can do shit after returning."

"Promise?" Beomgyu pulled away with expectant doe eyes that twinkled under the light.

Yeonjun looked away, flustered. "Yeah yeah fine."

And that was the backstory of how he ended up slammed against their apartment's main door the second the two of them set their feet inside, returning home from the neon lights and drunk fits of laughter.

Lips sealed, teeth clicking, they were a hot mess as their warm tongues rolled and brushed over each other, both unwilling to submit them in the battle of dominance. Beomgyu's hands slowly trailed its coast sedately to Yeonjun's bottom half, squeezing his ass. The elder hummed into his mouth, arm wrapping around his torso. Beomgyu seized the chance to plunge his tongue like a starved monster down Yeonjun's throat.