The bar was dark and intimate with soft lounge music playing in the background.
sipping his drink, Seungcheol looked sideways to admire his date. Jeonghan had really outdone himself today or maybe it was the bar's lighting which seemed to make him look even more beautiful and his hazel eyes warmer.
He had an early day from work and jeonghan happened to be in the area. An unprepared date with drinks was in order.
"This place is not bad, huh?" Jeonghan commented, looking around.
"Yeah, how did you know about it?" Seungcheol asked.
Jeonghan shrugged. "My editor told me. Apparently quite new and popular."
The bar was indeed filling up.
Jeonghan leaned forward towards him and whispered, "You look so good in a suit."
"Are you coming onto me?" Seungcheol murmured. This was a game they played and enjoyed. No touching in public so the challenge was to see who could last. So far, the score leaned slightly in his favour.
He wasn't confident about winning tonight.
"Maybe," Jeonghan smiled mischievously.
"I think," Seungcheol decided. "You need another drink."
He motioned for the bartender to get another martini for his partner.Jeonghan knew precisely what he was getting up to and did not particularly care. It was the start of the weekend tomorrow and drunken sex sounded incredibly appealing at the moment.
"Getting me drunk so that you can have your way with me?" he suggested.
Cheol smirked. "I have my way with you, regardless."
Jeonghan laughed and raised his new glass. A sound of glasses clinking and they both took a healthy swallow of their respective cocktails. Their watches showed that it was barely ten at night. Seungcheol thought they would be doing well if they could last another hour before heading home.
Then, there was of course, surviving the cab ride back to their apartment.
"Sir, this is for you," the bartender placed a glass in front of Seungcheol. Jeonghan raised an eyebrow.
"From?" Cheol asked coolly.
"The lady at the end of the bar."
They both followed the bartender's gesture and saw a stunning woman sitting at the bar with a couple of her friends. They giggled and the particular woman smiled coyly when their eyes met.
Jeonghan looked torn between possessiveness and mirth.
Seungcheol repressed a sigh and spoke to the bartender, "You can return the drink. And a drink for each of them on me. You should know what they like."
The bartender nodded with approval and appreciation. "Thank you, sir."
"Very well done," Jeonghan's mirth finally won over. He asked the bartender. "Another round for us, thanks."
Cheol's lips quirked. "Impatient."
The woman realised her rejection and then stood up abruptly, storming off. Her two friends looked at them apologetically before scurrying after her.
"Wow, she looks pissed," Jeonghan commented, surprised at the reaction. Cheol shrugged.
"They didn't want the drinks you ordered, sir. Shall I cancel them?"
"What were you going to make?" Jeonghan was curious.
"The margarita, aviation and French 75."
"We'll have them," Seungcheol decided, keeping his eyes locked on Jeonghan. "And that additional round as well."
Jeonghan saw the challenge in those cool brown eyes.
He smiled. "You're on."
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In the end, Jeonghan called for the cheque. "Now, please."
Seungcheol stood up and placed some cash on the silver plate. "Keep the change."
They exited the bar gracefully enough, made it to the cab without even touching. Once inside, Seungcheol pulled Jeonghan over and kissed him roughly.
The cab driver glanced briefly in the rear-view mirror but otherwise kept a straight face.
"Where do you wanna do it?" Jeonghan asked breathlessly. The taste of alcohol mingling with their tongues.
"Floor, or couch."
"Oh, yes," Jeonghan's eyes gleamed.
They somehow managed to survive the journey without any incident. Probably just to save the poor cab driver's mind. Just glances and a hot promise of what was to come.
Being in the elevator was the first sign of cracking as Jeonghan stood close next to him leaning onto his shoulder. Seungcheol summoned all his willpower not to fuck him then and there.
The moment the door of their apartment closed behind them, it exploded.
"Cheol!" Jeonghan cried out as Cheol slammed him against the wall and nipped his neck.
Hands tore at clothes, leaving pieces strewing across the floor.
"Are you drunk?" Jeonghan asked and mewled as Seungcheol pinned him onto the couch and took his cock into his hands.
"No, alcohol's in my system though. You?" Seungcheol grunted when he felt Jeonghan's hands unbuttoning his trousers and pulling his underwear down.
"Tipsy. More than," Jeonghan muttered. "God, you shouldn't be allowed to wear a suit. Makes me wanna fuck."
"Definitely tipsy," Seungcheol chuckled.
Jeonghan grinned. "Makes me wanna suck you too."
Seungcheol accommodated and hissed when Jeonghan lowered his head down. He watched as Jeonghan took him deep and sucked the hell out of him and felt his breath hitched, the muscles in his stomach clenched.
He pulled Jeonghan up when he knew he was at his limit. "Enough."
"Not good?" Jeonghan murmured and leaned in for a kiss, arms encircling him.
"Too good. Keep going and I'll come in your mouth," Cheol warned and lifted his lover up until Jeonghan straddled his hips.
"It's not the first time," Jeonghan moaned as he felt himself sitting on Cheol's hardened member. "I don't mind."
"Maybe later," Seungcheol considered. "Right now, I want to you to ride me."
Jeonghan didn't even bother to prep himself as he climbed on top of Seungcheol. He let out a scream.
"Ah!"
A mix of pleasure and pain jolted them.
"So deep," Jeonghan breathed. "I can feel all of you..."
Cheol kissed him fiercely, hand on his member and ordered, "Move. Now."
Jeonghan was only happy to comply and then it was a matter of the pounding, the tightness and the intense feeling of pleasure encompassing them.
It wasn't long before Jeonghan found his release and spurted across Cheol's stomach. He buckled onto Seungcheol as the other man came inside him, hard, and he could feel the familiar warm liquid filling his insides.
They were both breathing hard and kissed again, more sensuous and softer this time. A lover's kiss after sex.
"I want you on top later,"Jeonghan murmured, leaning against Seungcheol. He hadn't moved and could still feel the man inside him.
There was something very basic, erotic and intimate about being together like that - sweaty, touching, the rush in the blood still ebbing away.
Cheol smirked. "You're on."
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Fanfiction"It's a set," jeonghan whispered. "We have to keep them together. Always." The same words. seungcheol remembered how small jeonghans voice was back then. The hope in his eyes. The nervousness in his hands. He also remembered the tightness under his...
