the day was cloudy and it was quite obvious it won't be long until it starts raining.
two boys were walking down the dark, foggy alley, both with their head down, thinking about various things.
the main thing on hyunwoo's mind was his worry for the male next to him and his wellbeing. slowly turning to face him, the brunette shyly tried to ask him how he was, the exact moment rain poured down on both of their heads.
hyunwoo panicked and tried to cover minhyuk, but the boy rejected his offer and smiled at him, his mouth slowly forming a smirk. he moved towards the wall until the taller male's back was completely pressed against it.
taking in a sharp breath, hyunwoo froze. "come on, daddy. I want to play" was whispered into his ear, the voice and breath belonging to the beautiful prostitute.
he picked the boy up, not wanting to wait or hold back as he switched their position, the brunette had the shorter boy pinned, his hands above his head and his mouth letting out sounds that should be illegal.
he would normally check the alley for any people, but he didn't care. all he wanted to do was pound the boy mercilessly as the rain poured on them and lightning occasionally made the boys' features more recognizable.
he wanted to listen to the seemingly weak male's screams, begging him for more as he was driven into overstimulation and insanity.
even though selling his body was the boy's job, hyunwoo couldn't deny that he was beyond good at it. his dirty talk would drive him insane, minhyuk's constant filthy whispers, talking of things the older male could only imagine.
as he quite literally tore off the shorter boy's clothing off his body, leaving his pale skin to be revealed to the lightning, striking every couple seconds. "more, daddy", "please fuck me, hyunwoo" and other curses were thrown, but not at the male. minhyuk was probably cursing the gods for being so needy.
he wanted him to be dominated by him anywhere; the theater whilst people are watching the movie and they'd have to struggle to be quiet, the subway station, anywhere imaginable.
he wouldn't admit it, for he didn't like to think of himself as anyone too kinky, but he was greatly turned on by getting embarrassed or people accidentally (or intentionally) seeing him riding someone.
he was turned on by the thrill of anyone just walking in on him and cussing him out about how bad he's been.
he wanted all of hyunwoo, he wanted to try everything with him, wanted to be pounded in every single position.
whining for the older male to take off his clothing as well, he licked his lips and dropped down to his knees immediately.
licking and nibbling from his neck and collarbones to his nipples and rock hard abs, minhyuk had left an impressive amount of hickeys, making hyunwoo bite back his moans, which only drove the younger further, wanting more from him.
moving lower, down the boy's body, he had pulled down the zipper and boxers, letting the brunette's bulge spring out, just the sight of it making the prostitute drool.
licking his lips, he had proceeded to tease the tip and play with the slit of the cock in front of his pale face. his hair was grabbed harshly and forced forward, making the boy choke on hyunwoo's length.
almost blushing at how horny he had made the taller male, he proceeded to please him, letting his sex hit the back of his throat.
after a while, minhyuk knew what, or who, was coming when the elder had grabbed his hair harshly once again and started to whimper. he took the length out of his mouth, giving it one last lick before jerking it enough for the boy to finish on his beautiful face.
they didn't say much after that. minhyuk was, though, left with a pretty bad case of blue balls as he arrived home after not letting the other walk him there.
once again, the boy was reliving a familiar scene; himself in an old bed, the tall boy on his mind and his delicate hand in his pants.
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Fanfictionhyunwoo's breath hitched in his throat as he felt the prostitute's soft yet freezing cold finger tips on his skin. "who are you?" he quietly asked ©bamlegstan 2017 19.5.17-11.8.17