Brothers & Lovers

What a Man Gotta Do?

A/n - Hey guy!

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KimCop smut!!!

Caught my heart about one, two times
Don't need to question the reason I'm yours, I'm yours
I'd move the earth or lose a fight just to see you smile
'Cause you got no flaws, no flaws

I'm not tryna be your part time lover
Sign me up for that full time, I'm yours, all yours

So what a man gotta do?
What a man gotta do?
To be totally locked up by you
What a man gotta say?
What a man gotta pray?
To be your last "Goodnight" and your first "Good day"

Copter let out a soft moan when Kimmon trapped his bottom lip between his teeth and gently pulled. He took in a shaky breath when Kimmon's tongue soothed the sting in the abused lip, running the tip over and over again.

"Would you stay with me tonight?" Kimmon murmured. His voice is thick with want, Copter's stomach flipped. He pulled back and stared into Kimmon's eyes looking up at him expectantly.

Copter knows what Kimmon meant. He understood perfectly that Kimmon wasn't playing around this time. He also knew if he doesn't pull the break at this point, it would be a wild ride, downhill. There's no turning back.

But the question is would he want to pull back?

It felt really good to be with Kimmon. So far Kimmon had made him feel so special. No one had done that for him. He's a freaking twenty-year-old guy. Is there any harm in exploring his sexuality? Before Kimmon, he always thought of him as straight. But Kimmon made him believe that anything is possible, that labels don't matter.

Kimmon so clearly said that he likes Copter. He doesn't want to venture further on Kimmon's words. He would focus on what felt good. He's done being an inexperienced virgin.

"Yes," Copter finally answered.

Kimmon's face lit up like the sun. He leaned forward, pecked Copter's lips one more time and got to his feet.

"Then," Kimmon gathered all the litter from the bench and stuffed them on the trash bin placed at the foot of the lamppost. "Let's get the hell out of here," He walked to the bike, swung his leg and straddled the bike with one graceful movement. Copter moved closer with a faint smile in his face at Kimmon's blatant enthusiasm. He hauled himself up with much less grace than the older man.

In no time they are zipping pass the neon signs and towards the Darvid's Restaurant.

The parking lot isn't deserted even though the crowd at the restaurant is a bit thin at this late hour. Kimmon guided Copter through the employees' entrance. Copter dipped his head hiding his face. He doesn't want to be recognized by any of the staff but Kimmon doesn't seem to give a fuck.