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"How much of self respect do you lack to ask me to fuck you just to prove a point?"
"You are hot too." He adds like it makes a difference.
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In a world where a writer, Hyunjin struggles with lack of inspiration for his books, so he de...
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Felix's can't remember a time when he felt this alive, this utterly consumed by the moment. No matter who he was with, what he was doing, there always was this thought repeating at the back of his mind: something would go wrong.
Even when they started dating, he found himself waiting for the moment it would all fall apart. Felix wasn't that naive to believe forever was real, that their love wouldn't have expiration date.
But lately... lately, every time he tried to imagine the future, Hyunjin was simply there. In every vision, every plan. Graduation this summer? Hyunjin was in the audience, cheering as Felix crossed the stage. That road trip Felix had always dreamed of taking during summer break? Hyunjin was driving, windows down as Felix played music or simply read to him.
Even in one of those daydreams Felix deemed too basic and too clingy, dream of a suburban house, a family, and a good car—Hyunjin was always beside him.
Felix's chest is heavy with every shaky breath as he moves, his hips rolling in slow circles, trying to hold himself together even when his body feels weak.
Hyunjin's head is thrown back against the couch, neck exposed, the sharp line of his jaw clenching. His lips, flushed and parted, tremble in a silent cry of pleasure.
Hyunjin looks devastatingly perfect like this, hair tousled, falling in the dark waves over his forehead, sticking faintly to his damp skin. His bare chest rises and falls with every breath, every shift and grind drawing helpless whimpers from his throat.
He looks up at his boyfriend from half closed eyes that almost look like night sky, sparkling. Small smile tugs on his lips, the sight alone making his heart skip a beat.
Looking at Felix's long blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, sticking to his glistering skin, a drop of sweat trailing down his collarbone... Soft moans escape from his bruised lips.
"Pretty boy." Hyunjin whispers, his voice low. His hands tighten on Felix's hips, nails biting into the soft flesh of his love handles. The pressure is commanding, and Felix's breath hitches as Hyunjin guides him, pulling him closer, urging him faster... harder.
The grip slides lower, palms rough and firm as they cup Felix's cheeks, squeezing with just enough force to make Felix's knees tremble. He gasped sharply, his body arching into the touch, the sting of Hyunjin's roughness sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through him.
It is overwhelming, intoxicating... the way their bodies fit together, the way Hyunjin's trembling moans filled the space between them. The sensation of Hyunjin moving beneath him, filling him, the desperate rhythm of their movements... it was too much, yet not enough.
Felix arches his back on Hyunjin's spread out thighs, "I'm tired.." he barely whispers, voice a soft, broken sound as he collapses forward slightly, letting himself rest against Hyunjin's chest.
