Fury

5

Well, I’ve been running lately, I mean, this is the third day. The first was when I laid Hoseok on the ground and felt his muscles flex while I whispered in his ear.

It was a good time.
In fact, it was more than good, no limits even, damn yeah!

Exciting is the word I’m looking for,
There’s something about pushing him around and toying with his golden figure but what I enjoyed the most was trapping him under me and making him surrender one second and fighting the next like his life depended on it.

Kolya had the most stress in a week, one of which was when Hoseok sat on my lap,

There was no amount of foreplay or greedy mouths and willing holes on my newly hard-to-satisfy cock, he couldn’t even get hard enough to leave my pants!

It’s another story when different images play in my head, I had to be a caveman and extricate myself on my own while imagining Hoseok when I mumbled in his ear or the goosebumps that covered his skin when I held him in place with a hand on his butt, and he didn’t fight.

While I’ve enjoyed running with him for the past couple of days, I have a feeling that it’s not… mutual,

I’m only greeted by narrowed eyes, a death glare, and the occasional puff of air from his luscious lips, not to mention his monosyllabic responses and constant commands:

-Back off
-Get away from me
-Don’t touch me
-Remove your unwelcome presence from my vicinity!

He talks like royalty, I’m not complaining, and yet there’s something about destroying this good boy that turns me on, which is why I’m back for the third time.

I wait at the entrance to the elite mansion, running in place while punching the air, I can’t stay still, not when I think of Hoseok in his shorts and tight shirt that makes the blood rush to my thighs!

I should point out that I tried to stay calm but calm and I have been at odds since birth and Hoseok can’t expect me to leave him alone, he turns into this sweet addiction that adds meaning to my days.

What’s the solution? I try to wear him out,

Crawl under his skin,

Bring havoc to his heart,
Messing with him is so much fun, he’s usually expressionless unless he’s faking that creepy smile that looks like a psycho, so whenever I surprise him he looks shocked and lost in thought while his Adam’s apple wobbles there,

I live for this, literally!

And for two days, I was just thinking about eavesdropping on his curse, 5:30 am is my favorite time of day until further notice.

Sooner or later, he will fall at my feet like everyone else, or more accurately, on his knees,

I like to think I'm making progress somehow, yesterday he didn't try to escape me even though he tried to use his stupid headphones

But I kept him hostage throughout the race, he pretended I wasn't there while I asked him a lot of questions, I can't remember many of them, but they were mostly things like:

What do you do after a run? What's your favorite food? Movie? Color? Hobbies? Clothes? Hair products? Cologne?

Do you like fight club? Violence? What about crushing people's bones? Was that a bit exploitative? Who the hell cares!

He wouldn't answer anything, this arrogant guy, he's not exactly cooperative and leaves my questions as if he never heard them until he gets back to his big castle.