☐⑉⃡ more || renkun

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*warning: smut*
*read bottom of desc for the book for character age info. & enjoy*

Again.

It's happening again.

Skin slapping.

Heaving breathing.

Moans and whimpers filling the small room.

Renjun's hands forming small fists as he gripped onto the worn bed sheets.

Kun stationed behind the younger.

Hands gripping his hips as he
mercilessly pounds into the petite boy.

A scenario that isn't unfamiliar to the two. This same event reoccurring just about once a week or simply whenever time was available.

But it meant nothing. Renjun was a fuck buddy to Kun and nothing more.

In fact he was one of many.

Most people in this position would feel used and maybe even hurt by that, but not Renjun, he allowed it and felt no loss of pride. Shutting out any potential feelings he could gain for Kun. The latter of which was clearly incapable of having those same types of feelings for anyone at all.

How was Renjun able to feel nothing? Well, having been convinced he was useless and good for nothing else, he figured he may as well use what he does have to make someone else feel good.

"Fuck...-ngh.."

The younger sunk his teeth into his lower lip, attempting desperately to hold in his noises, but it was difficult. Kun's sharp thrusts were getting the best of him per usual.

He didn't want his parents to hear him, as if they'd care regardless. They never do.

Kun kept up his steady pace, groaning at the feeling of the younger's walls tightening around his cock.

A few more thrusts later until Kun released into him. The sudden feeling of being full more than enough to cause the latter's release shortly after.

Renjun needing a second to pull himself back together, thighs trembling and whines still spilling out of his mouth.

As Kun pulled out slowly his arms found their way around Renjun's waist, pulling the smaller's nearly limp body against his own.

Renjun's back pressed up against Kun's pleasantly surprising toned chest.

He was confused, to put it lightly.

Kun wasn't affectionate.

He typically finished off.

Got dressed.

Then left.

What was different about today?

Kun then rested his forehead against Renjun's shoulder, panting a tad bit and mumbling words that Renjun couldn't understand. For they were too quiet and he was still too gone from their session.

After seconds, that felt like minutes, Kun's grip loosened entirely. Allowing Renjun to lie back down, his eyes hazily following Kun around the room as he got dressed and unsurprisingly left in silence.

Leaving Renjun completely speechless. 'What the hell was that about?'

Making the decision to shrug it off for the time being. And after relentless tries he managed to get himself up, to the bathroom, and into the shower.

Slipping on a comfortable set of clothes and into bed. Reading for a while, in a not-so-effective attempt to distract himself from earlier, which he eventually found was pointless and instead chose to get some sleep.

He dreamt about the older. No, not a wet dream, just about what he might actually be like outside of sexual favors and relentless teasing. That man might just be the death of him.

But right now he doesn't care. Sleep is a time to relax, not a time to think, dream, or hell- even fantasize about a person who couldn't give less of a shit about you.

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Author Note!¡
Interaction (ex. comments, votes) are greatly appreciated <33

Also if you're rereading this or something you may notice that this chapter, along with the others in the near future sound quite different.

That's because I've decided to rewrite a few passages and even stories.

I'm embarrassed of my old work and am slowly but steadily improving and I'd much like to showcase it! ❤️