Pretty (Yeongyu)

6

Aint no one stopping this thirsty ass today :^)

The following day, at the breakfast table. Yeonjun couldn't even look at Beomgyu, he was constantly reminded of the events of yesterday.

He got his dick sucked and sure, it felt great but now what? How is he going to face the pretty boy that's going to be living in his house now?

Yeonjun's thoughts were disrupted by a foot pressing between his ankles.

In shock, he finally looked up to Beomgyu for the first time today, noticing nothing but his angelic smile that wasn't even directed towards him. But rather his mother who was still cooking at the stove top.

He looked underneath the table to check if it was accidental, which it certainly wasn't, as Beomgyu's foot was now travelling up his leg towards his knees, and soon thighs. The boy had discreetly slided off his slippers and Yeonjun jolts from the coldness.

He froze in nervousness as he looked at Beomgyu again, the boy engaging in a nice conversation with his mother. He looked so innocent, nodding his head cutely occasionally or unintentionally pouting during thought.

However, the foot that was moving towards Yeonjun's dick was not so innocent.

Yeonjun sent a glare to Beomgyu in warning, in which the boy responds with a half smirk, licking his lips discreetly. It made Yeonjun want to either slam Beomgyu onto the table and show him a taste of his fist, or something else also apart of his body...

While thinking of doing that, heat rushes towards Yeonjun's lower regions, and its almost as if Beomgyu notices that, suddenly pressing his colder foot onto Yeonjun's dick.

Fuck.

Yeonjun loses grip of a fork he had in his hands, dropping it on the floor and earning himself some scolding from his mother. But he had other concerns now.

Making eye contact with Beomgyu, he tries to mouth something along the lines of 'Stop it'. In response, he felt Beomgyu's foot start stroking sensually along his arousal.

His dick twitches in response, almost encouraging Beomgyu as the boy shuffles his chair further in towards the table. The entire sole of his foot now grinding against Yeonjun.

He could now feel his precome leaking out and it was probably soaking through his thin shorts, not that he cared if Beomgyu noticed now.

In pleasure, he unknowingly clenches his thighs around Beomgyu's ankle harder and harder. His breath becomes heavy as his climax was nearing, until the boy suddenly yelps and withdraws his foot.

'Beomgyu sweetie, are you okay?' Yeonjun's mom turns around from the stove.

Yeonjun could almost whine in distress from the sudden lack of contact, looking at Beomgyu in disbelief. The corner of the boy's lips curve into a sly angle, before putting on an innocent smile again towards Yeonjun's mother.

'Sorry for being loud auntie! I accidentally got poked by the fork on the floor.'

It was enough to fool anyone, Yeonjun thinks as he watches his mother fall into the traps of Choi Beomgyu.

'YAH! CHOI YEONJUN GO PICK YOUR FORK UP CANT YOU SEE IT STABBED MY BABEY BEOMGYU ITS SUCH A SAFETY HAZARD JUST LIKE YOU!!'

Yeonjun sheds a manly drop of tear.

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'Beomgyu-ah, we're going to school now.' Yeonjun says, in an incredibly flat voice as he flips through the wardrobe for his uniform.

He was drained out from the incidents of breakfast, having to take a freezing cold shower despite his mother's confusion.

When he entered his now shared bedroom, he sighed in relief as Beomgyu had already changed into school uniform. Yeonjun was unsure if he could even take it anymore if Beomgyu had started changing right in front of him. And well, the cold shower would obviously go to waste.

'Yeonjun Hyung, I need a bit of help.'

He turns around to see Beomgyu struggling with his tie, his pretty fingers tangling into the mess that was the school dress code.

'Here, let me.' Yeonjun says as he held his hand out, expecting Beomgyu to pass his tie.

However, Beomgyu just stood there staring at him with his tie still hanging around his collar.

Was that disappointment he saw in the boy's eyes?

Confused, Yeonjun just assumed that Beomgyu was too much of a princess to use his hands. So he reached out to grab the tie himself.

Big mistake.

By pulling onto the tangled mess around Beomgyu's collar, he had somehow accidentally unbuttoned the top of the boy's shirt.

It revealed much more skin than Yeonjun had hoped, and due to the distance, he could see everything. He mentally took note of the pale pink colour before averting his eyes and apologising.

Beomgyu only chuckled, grabbing Yeonjun's hand, and before he could react, his hand was pressed onto collarbones.

'W-Wait what are you-' Yeonjun panicked, unsure if he should move his hand.

'Yeonjunnie hyung, I thought you were helping me with my tie.' Beomgyu's smirk was back, inching closer to Yeonjun.

It stirred something within Yeonjun, a feeling that can't be described, as if it was boiling to an eventual point of combustion.

Beomgyu places his chin on Yeonjun's shoulder, and whispers in his ear.

'Do you want to take off my clothes? Hmm?'

That was when Yeonjun couldn't take it anymore.

He grabs the nearly forgotten tie that was around Beomgyu's neck, yanking it forwards.

Their lips were less than twenty centimetres apart. His eyes staring intimately into Beomgyu's.

909 words

-Aidan