𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

hate

hate sex

Summary:

It's not gentle. Nothing about Beomgyu and Yeonjun has ever been gentle. It's always been backhanded remarks and hurtful taunts that led to Soobin and Taehyun having to separate the two of them before things escalated. Soobin and Taehyun aren't here now. There's no one to pull the two of them apart before their mouths bruise from the kiss, and there's no one to stop Beomgyu from biting Yeonjuns lip so hard that it bleeds.

or

Yeonjun and Beomgyu end up having hate sex with -a lot- of dirty talk...

[ originally by lunarchive]

There's probably going to be a dent in the wall with how hard Yeonjuns slams Beomgyu against it, his hands planted on either side of his head to keep Beomgyu caged in. Yeonjun lets out a breathless giggle, grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging his mouth to his.

It's not gentle. Nothing about Beomgyu and Yeonjun has ever been gentle. It's always been backhanded remarks and hurtful taunts that led to Soobin and Taehyun having to separate the two of them before things escalated.
Soobin and Taehyun aren't here now.

There's no one to pull the two of them apart before their mouths bruise from the kiss, and there's no one to stop Beomgyu from biting Yeonjun's lip so hard that it bleeds.
Beomgyu started to hum at the metallic taste, at the head rush that comes from Yeonjun growling. He pulls back and grabs Beoms thighs, grip so tight that there will probably be bruises. Beomgyu can only hope.

Yeonjun throws Beomgyu onto the bed and he tried to ignore the swooping feeling that comes with being manhandled. His bulge is suffocating under all the layers at this point but he ignores it, he has to. Beomgyu can't be the first one to give in

"I fucking hate you." Yeonjun groans, yanking his shirt off over his head before crawling over Beomgyu.

"Are you sure about that?" His cock is hard against Beomgyu's hip and he doesn't waste the opportunity to drop his hand down to where he's straining against his pants, squeezing harshly just to watch the way his body jerks. "Because I don't think you do."

Yeonjun looks at Beomgyu with dark eyes. He can see his internal struggle as he decides whether to fuck into his grip or not, but it doesn't take Yeonjun long to rip Beomgyus hand off of him and pin it to the mattress above his head.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll tell you a secret." Beomgyu whispers, shoving him back so that he can tug his shirt off. Beomgyu pulls him back to him with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair with a grip tight enough that it makes his cock throb. Yeonjun lets him bring his lips up to his ear, lets him bite down harshly at the sweet spot right under his jaw. "I fucking hate you too."

That does it. Yeonjun slams Beomgyu flat against the bed, tugging his jeans and boxers off in one go. Beomgyu drops his hands to rub his pulsating cock, sighing at the relieving feeling, and Yeonjun groans at the sight as he frees his cock.

It's not gentle, how Yeonjun pushes into Beomgyu. It's rough and raw and a little desperate. Beomgyu doesn't help that at all, fueling the fire with taunts and off handed remarks that just make Yeonjun angrier.

"I shouldn't even let you come." Yeonjun growls. It's not threatening, though, not with the way he continues to fuck into Beomgyu. He hits deep and hard, brushing against his sweet spot perfectly.

Beomgyu can't resist a taunt. "Are you saying that now to save your ass later?" His hips stutter when Beom squeezes his walls around him and his head rolls back on his shoulders. "You know you can't make me come so you're just gonna say it was on purpose, hmm?"