[completed] Yeosang has to come to terms with the fact that his life is no fairytale, not even a romantic novel - just another short story, fighting to stay above water in the bottomless ocean of so many others'. And in that ocean, he will have to r...
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Even the silky soft sheets is nothing compared to the touch of the fingertips running down his skin, as Yeosang's arms are pinned over his head. With his back resting against the bed, his body writhes from the excessive need that fills him with each touch.
Jun has his one hand locked around Yeosang's wrists, while the other taking its time feeling every part of him. With their lips locked together, Yeosang whines into the older's mouth, when Jun presses his knee in between his legs.
Several praises are whispered into his ear, but Yeosang doesn't pay much attention to them - being too caught up in the hurricane of desire that storms through him, leaving his body feeling more desperate than ever...
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The wooden surface of the table, in the middle of the suite, feels cooling against Yeosang's warm cheeks, as Jun practically slams him down onto it, instantly filling him up again from behind. Small circles of damp struggles to stay present on the dark wood, as Yeosang is breathing heavily with his face lying against it.
While sex with Lucas had always been rough, it was nothing compared to having sex with Jun. With him, the two of them are like wild animals going at each other. Yeosang has already earned his first red marks, decorating his inner thighs, his neck and his torso. The roots of his hair hurt from being tugged that hard, and his lips are swollen from the endless amount of times they've been bit into.
Jun's left hand is clenched around Yeosang's shoulder, nails digging deep into his skin with each hard thrust, making him moan louder each time.
"Ah... It... Hurts," he whimpers between heavy panting, his back arching every time Jun pushes into him.
His complaint gives him exactly what he wants; to get fucked even harder. The edge of the table grinding against his hipbones, making them feel sore and bruises will surely paint them black and blue tomorrow. But he loves the pain so much, it's almost driving him crazy.
"Just the way you like it, right?" Jun snickers behind him, nails pressed even harder into Yeosang's skin, making him whine again. "Come, follow me."
Jun suddenly pulls out, and takes a step back. When Yeosang looks over his shoulder, he sees Jun reaching his hand out towards him. With shaky legs, he gets himself turned around, takes the hand that is offered to him, and follows the older to the couch where he is pulled into a deep kiss.
With their tongues being the only things that touch each other, leaving the kiss a complete, wet mess, Yeosang sits down over Jun's lap, slowly letting Jun fill him out again. Jun lets out a loud moan as it happens, smirking when Yeosang breaks the kiss and their eyes meet.
"Gorgeous," he whispers in Yeosang's ear, with a raspy voice. "Put your hands behind your back."
Yeosang does so, and Jun grabs a firm grip around his wrists, forcing his hands to stay in place behind his back. Slowly he starts moving causing both of them to gasp out in pleasure.
