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The party was growling surprisingly loud for a Thursday night.
It was way past midnight and normally they would’ve been kicked out of Kai’s place by his nosy neighbours as soon as the clock strikes ten, but it was Chuseok and most of the small apartment complex’s inhabitants must have already left to visit their families out of Seoul. Honestly, Soobin should have done the same. His mother was getting a little bit too worried about his frame slowly but surely growing thinner and thinner. Well, student life wasn’t exactly about eating a proper meal three times a day. Sometimes it was about surviving your day on two americanos, one kimbap and twelve cigarettes. And the thing is - Soobin doesn’t even like americanos, not a tiny bit.
But Yeonjun does.
***
At this point in his uneventful life, Soobin spent more than a few months collecting the crumbs about Yeonjun’s daily routine. It cost him a few skipped classes (no regrets on that one - they were utterly boring and he could catch up on them no problem anyway) and a few overpriced drinks in that coffee the boy visited religiously. Soobin saw him buying it - a big americano, no sugar - and the need to match his order was too strong to even attempt fighting it. Yeonjun’s order happened to be stomach-turning though. It tasted like despair. Yet, Soobin was eager to drink it every day till he can talk the boy into changing his beverage preferences. Or maybe he shouldn’t. The drink leaves Yeonjun’s bunny teeth slightly stained and the coffee cup smudges his red lipgloss all the way up to his cupid’s bow. Soobin saw it one-two too many times. Yeonjun never touches up his lipgloss after drinking his coffee and it’s ridiculous. Kinda hot,
‘and a lot slutty.’ He could hear the little voice in his head saying, but he shook it off.
Soobin always hated this word. To use it on Yeonjun felt like the whole blasphemy. The boy was hot. The boy was not slutty. What’s more important - the boy had a horrible taste in food. It was kinda disappointing to think about, yet Soobin was ready to try everything at least once if it was Yeonjun who was suggesting it.
Yeonjun was never suggesting anything though. He probably didn’t even know Soobin’s name. But Soobin knew something about the boy. Even if it were trivial things like a coffee order - and it was more than enough for him.
Or at least it was for a while.
Soobin doesn’t remember when his so-called obsession with Yeonjun started.
He always liked him - that much he knew for sure. The day when he first met the most flamboyant boy on the campus was marked in his mental calendar with bright red. And Soobin always hated red. In reality, he would never buy a red marker - but that was for himself and Yeonjun was a whole different story.
Well, to be completely honest, he didn’t really meet him. Soobin saw him, as the boy was standing in a circle of friends. He was smoking, laughing and sipping on his Starbucks, leaving the rim of the paper cup with the prettiest shade of cherry from his now sheered out lipstick. Yeonjun’s hair was the brightest shade of red too. He was standing out so dramatically it seemed like he was the main character of the play, the dazzling spotlight aimed right at him at all times.
The rim of the cup wasn’t the only thing that got stained that day. Soobin walked through the university’s entrance gates alone but he left together with Yeonjun even if not physically. Yet.
‘Aaaw, look at you,’ Kai’s voice was filled with sympathy, though coming out a little muffled as he was speaking to him while chewing on the straw of his strawberry milk. ‘The way you devour him with your eyes. You are gone-gone, my friend.’
Even though Kai was his best friend of almost ten years, he had no business being so right. Soobin hated to admit the obvious, so he simply didn’t. He also didn’t take his eyes off the redhead boy, sitting across the room, looking adorable while enjoying his tonkatsu udon. That tonkatsu must have been really good, as he stopped eating for a second just to wiggle his body from side to side. A little happy food dance. It was impossible not to watch. Soobin was too consumed in it to perform a decent conversation.
‘He just seems nice.’
‘He does,’ Kai nodded in agreement. ‘Well, at least from what I’ve heard. Never talked to him. That’s kinda funny, seeing you obsessing over a guy you never shared a single convo with. No judgement though, we all been here.’
He wasn’t obsessing.
But Kai got a point. He didn’t really know anything about Yeonjun. He felt the strong urge to get to know him more.
And he found a chance to do so, even if it wasn’t in your typical way.
By the time their third semester started Soobin already got a decent collection all for himself.
It was a shoebox from his old NIKES at first. He kept it under his bed right next to the other shoeboxes. Often he would get paranoid about it. About his neighbour, coming to his room without permission one day, stepping straight to his bed and looking under it, taking out that one specific box. About him opening it and intermediately hurrying to tell everyone he knows about things the found. Sometimes Soobin would even leave the lecture halfway through, running back to the dorm just to open the door to his empty room and finding the shoebox in its rightful place untouched. As time passed and his neighbour contentiously showed zero interest in both Soobin and pretty much any shoeboxes on planet earth, Soobin allowed himself to relax. He even felt ashamed a little - Yeonjun deserved something way better than an old NIKE box. The same evening that realization hit him, Soobin went to the small souvenir shop just to buy a pretty beige box decorated with lace. He even bought a silk napkin to put on the bottom of it. A napkin of bright red silk. From that day on his collection had a pretty temple to be stored in.
Soobin opened the box every day. It was a routine of a kind, yet the sacred one. He would only do it when he’s alone at the dorm, sitting on his bed, feeling the electricity pulsating through his body. That electricity at the thought of his neighbour suddenly rushing back to the dorm and opening the door to Soobin’s room. It never happened though, his precious treasures were all displayed on the bed in front of him only for Soobin’s eyes to see.
His first treasure. A polaroid shot of Yeonjun smiling at the camera and posing with a peace sign. His face is scrunched a little - that way he resembles a cute fox. The face of a guy standing next to him is carefully crossed with a thick black marker line. Soobin didn’t need any extra people here. He always traced Yeonjun’s face in the photo. Spent hours looking at his pretty teeth and high cheekbones. He stole the picture from the community room. He tried to search for more but sadly - to no avail.
The next one. A little tester of Yeonjun’s signature perfume. Soobin saw him using it one time when he got super lucky to stand about ten steps away from Yeonjun. He met him in the smoker’s area. He was secretly hoping for Yeonjun to come up to him asking for a fire or a cig, but he never did. But being the generous soul he was, he presented Soobin with a sacral knowledge - he put a small bottle of Chanel number 5 out of his bag and sprinkled it on his dainty wrist, before bringing it to his neck. It was the most beautiful thing Soobin has ever seen. That day he went straight to the perfume store, searching for the fragrance and feeling mortified as soon as he saw the price. He must have been looking really sad because he sulked his way into getting a free tester. 0,5 ml of precious liquid was laying on his wrinkled bed sheets now. He never used it, not really, he could not risk running out of it too quickly. He had put it on his wrist once on his birthday, mimicking Yeonjun’s movements. It smelled like heaven and it was so so Yeonjun. Soobin masturbated later that night, bringing his wrist so close to his nose it was almost too overwhelming.
There were a plastic straw and a coffee cup Soobin was lucky to snatch from the trash bin near the campus. After spotting Yeonjun throwing his finished drink away, Soobin had spent good forty minutes sitting on a bench. Never letting his eyes off the bin, he waited until the street was finally empty from people so he could lay his hand on this precious treasure. He was ecstatic to notice how there still was a lipstick stain on the rim of the straw. He made sure to carry it home with utter carefulness. There he put a little plastic zip bag over the straw. It looked kinda ugly, but it was necessary to prevent the stain from smudging. He could not risk it disappearing.
His last but the most intimate possession - a gum that Yeonjun was chewing throughout the whole eternity of the super boring lecture on contemporary dance. As a dance major the boy seemed to be pretty engaged in the topic, while Soobin was engaged in watching him. He was pretty successful at that, sitting in the last row but not directly behind Yeonjun - slightly on the right, so he could easily see his pretty face, attentive eyes and a moving jaw. After the torture of a lecture finally ended Yeonjun got up and made a decent job of spitting his gum into a paper hankie. But to Soobin’s lick - not so decent job of putting it back into his pocket. The paper ended up on the floor where it was found and rescued by Soobin. The gum still has teeth marks on it. Soobin had a few wild thoughts of trying to chew it. He ended up not doing it. It just felt wrong to damage the pretty traces left by Yeojun’s teeth.
His little treasures allowed him to touch the part of Yeonjun’s life nobody else could ever dream to touch.
Not even his so-called ‘boyfriend’.
Taehyun entered Soobin’s life like a horrible nightmare on the two legs that the boy was. Soobin never saw him anywhere until it was official between him and Yeonjun, but now all he could ever see is Kang Taehyun being annoying. The guy had eyes so big it almost made Soobin feel anxious about being seen. He even was caught by Taehyun one time, while he was watching Yeonjun smoking a cigarette during the lunch break. Taehyun never smoked though. He was one of those pathetic jocks jerking off to their own muscled in the mirror. Soobin saw him killing three bottles of disgusting cheap beer in a row, but his hypercritical ass clearly drew a line at cigarette smoke. Soobin couldn’t stand the type. That’s why he didn’t take his eyes off Yeonjun even when he could see Taehyun staring back at him in his peripheral vision. Out of sheer spite. He couldn’t lose Yeonjun to some stupid tasteless muscle guy.
‘I don’t think you have to worry about Taehyun tho,’ it was time for another coffee and Kai was balls deep into his business once again. ‘I don’t think he gonna stick around for too long.’
Soobin was languidly stirring sugar in his americano in a fruitless attempt to make the whole thing taste a tad bit better, but as soon as he heard the last sentence his attention suddenly peaked. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I heard a rumour,’ there was a cute mischievous smile on Kai’s lips. Of course, he heard a rumour. The boy knew every dog in this town and took great pride in it. ‘That Yeonjun might be whoring around.’
At first, Soobin saw red.
His first impulse was to threw his coffee. To flip the table. To break the window glass they were seated next to.
Yet he didn’t. He was good at this thing - controlling himself. He took two deep breaths and four shallow ones. He counted to ten. He focused his attention on the little light bulb hanging off the ceiling right in front of his eyes. He smiled a little and looked back at Kai. Mustering a good response to what he just heard was a way more difficult task than he expected, so he let out another pathetic ‘What do you mean?’
‘Hyongsu swears on his life that he saw Yeonjun going out with Beomgyu while Taehyun was in the gym.’
‘Doesn’t sound all too convincing to me.’
‘He swears it looked like a date.’
‘I see.’
He had to look into that.
He couldn’t be wrong that entire time. Misinterpreting his Yeonjun like that? It just didn’t make much sense. He was the one who knew Yeonjun the best, after all. Yeonjun was bright. He was lovable. He was too good for this world. Practically unforgettable. He was many things. But he certainly wasn’t
a slut.
So to prove Kai’s assumptions wrong he paid closer attention to details for the next few weeks. The way Yeonjun looked at Taehyun. Soobin hated to admit it, but Yeonjun certainly looked fond of that jerk. There was no boredom in those eyes. The way Yeonjun kept the little key chain with the Samsung lions logo - Yeonjun didn’t give a fuck about sports, it was clearly Taehun’s favourite team. The way they spent last Saturday together doing god knows what behind the closed doors. Soobin knows - he was following them to Yeonjun’s dorm.
Kai must have been mistaken. Yeonjun was a pretty angel inside and out. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t his pretty angel was hurting Soobin’s heart a tiny bit, but his heart wasn’t wavering.
Until it was.
The first thing he noticed was the way Yeonjun placed his phone during his lunch date with Taehyun one Wednesday. He placed it screen down. It doesn’t take Sherlock to figure out what it meant. Still, it wasn’t enough to convince Soobin. The smile Yeonjun sent to Beomgyu from another end of the hallway the very next Friday wasn’t enough to convince him either. But the day he went to the toilet only to find Yeonjun there, standing in front of the mirror, stretching out the side of his turtleneck just to make sure his hickey wasn’t visible - that was enough to change something inside Soobin’s head.
So, his boy was a slut.
He still needed to be completely sure tho.
He needed to know more.
***
So there he was. In the middle of the party, not even trying to pretend as he wasn’t starring at Yeonjun dancing in the corner of the room. Soobin is not here to pretend, he is here to prove himself wrong or right. Either way would do.
Yeonjun looked dashing. He showed up late to the party together with Taehyun but abandoned him halfway through. Now his date was somewhere in the kitchen mixing cocktails with the other boys whose list of hobbies only consisted of sports, while Yeonjun was shaking his ass to the song Soobin never heard before in his life. It was a horrible song but Yeonjun looked good while dancing to it so Soobin didn’t mind much. What he did mind is how tight Yeonjun’s black jeans were. They left no place for the imagination and Soobin loved imagining things. He felt slightly annoyed by that. Yet Yeonjun didn’t do anything to annoy him further. He was flirty but just his normal amount of flirty. He was drinking just as much as you expect someone to drink and left for the smoke only twice so far. Soobin needed for him to do something out of ordinary just to know for sure - Yeonjun was a whorish being with a soul that cannot be saved. Then maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t good enough for Soobin’s love and he would be right to move from him and find someone else.
After waiting another thirty minutes and exchanging a few shots with Kai Soobin started getting a little impatient. He didn’t have all night after all. The good thing was him being prepared to take action in his hands.
Throwing a little Xanax into someone’s drink is not that difficult. Getting your hands onto that drink is a way more difficult mission though. But as it always happens, the opportunity comes to your hands when you least expect it.
Soobin spent fifteen minutes fidgeting his hands and stepping from one leg to another while watching Yeonjun’s bottle of beer like a hawk. A chance to manipulate his drink just didn’t come so he decided to give up for a bit. He was right on his way to the restroom when he was suddenly approached by Teahyun of all people. The guy pushed a tray full of suspicious-looking cocktails right into Soobin’s hands.
‘Please hand it to everyone, we have more coming.’
Unbelievable.
Soobin sent him a genuine smile. Probably the first and the very last one.
‘Will do.’
Everyone was cheering and clinking their glasses. Yeonjun licked his sinful lips after taking a huge gulp from his drink. Soobin was on cloud nine. Now all he had to do is to wait just a little bit longer. He knew that in an hour Yeonjun will show his real colours. Soobin could not wait to see them. He can finally see another part of Yeonjun no one else can touch. He sure knew more about him than Taehyun at this point. It was incomprehensible - the fact that Yeonjun wasn’t his. His little laughs, his ridiculously long legs and perfectly imperfect teeth. He was made for Soobin and Soobin made sure to be the one to touch the most intimate parts of his being. Noticing all the little details and his small habits. Remember the colour of his wrists’ veins.
Taehyun’s hand was on Yeonjun’s ass while they danced near the window as if for the whole world to see.
Soobin remembered the exact shade of the small mole on Yeonjun’s ear and yet it was Taehyun with his disgusting hands on his ass. It didn’t seem right. The urge to throw a living human being out of the window was never so strong.
But Soobin was good at fighting it.
Yeonjun was getting visibly more relaxed with every single sip he took from his glass. He was throwing his head back laughing a bit too loudly and swaying his hips a bit too suggestive. Taehyun, being the moron he always was, didn’t pay much attention to that, keeping one of his hands on the boy’s waist but turning all of his focus towards one of his friends passionately talking about sandwiches. Yeonjun was looking as if he was in his own world and Soobin wished he could enter it. But at this point he fully expected to spend the rest of the night watching Yeonjun drunkenly dancing to the god awful songs and Tahyun clinging to him like an annoying accessory Yeonjun didn’t need.
What he didn’t expect is Taehyun to bless him the second time that night.
From where he was seated Soobin could clearly see Yeonjun mouthing ‘where you goin’ with a little pout and Taehyun straight up shouting on top of the music something about how he is going to grab some food with the boys and come back real quick.
Oh, you don’t have to be quick. Take your time, bitch.
The minute an annoying nuisance was gone Soobin was up on his feet dancing. It wasn’t hard to notice how he was the soberest person in the room. People seemed to be past the buzz that alcohol gives you for the first three hours, slowly shifting into that languid mood where all you want to do is relax next to someone nice at best and sleep at worst. Many went to the street to smoke and sober up a little. Yeonjun wasn’t one of them, of course, he wasn’t - Soobin’s little present made sure that the boy wasn't able to move too fast or think too clear. However, it was time for Soobin to finally make his move.
He made his way to Yeonjun dancing in the corner by himself. The boy was so immersed in the music to the degree that he didn’t seem to notice anything around him. Soobin threw a short glance at his surroundings and after making sure that no one was watching them, he finally did it. Coming from behind he pressed his crotch right into Yeonjun’s slowly swaying hips. He could feel the boy’s thighs shaking a little. Soobin cooed at it internally. Yeonjun’s body turned out to be even more delicate than he thought. Maybe he should have used only half of the pill. But at that point it was a waste of time to think about that.
Fighting the urge to nuzzle the back of Yeonjun’s neck was too difficult - so he didn’t. He let his nose meet the boy’s hot skin. It made his stomach turn in warm content when he recognized the scent of Chanel. He knew Yeonjun, he really did. No one could ever argue with that.
It took him far too many seconds to react, but Yeonjun finally turned his body. Soobin could see his mouth ready to let out a long whiny ‘Taehyun’, but it never did. His eyes were growing wider and wider comically slow. It felt cartoon-ish somehow. The boy looked at Soobin with a dumb expression, mouth ajar and eyes lost. He tilted his head in confusion. Soobin had to bite on his lip to keep himself from smiling too much. The little brain that refused to work properly was making him feel things he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling.
Yeonjun finally broke the silence.
‘ ‘m sorry, who are you?’ And god, he didn’t sound angry or defensive. It was all shy and tender - pure music to Soobin’s ears.
‘My name is Soobin.’
‘Right.’ Yeonjun just nodded with the most serious expression. His lips were slowly forming a pout. Soobin guessed that it was his concentration pout. The poor boy must have been trying his best to remember where he knew Soobin from. Well, good luck with that.
Soobin took his chance and simply turned Yeonjun around, pressing firmly into his ass once again. His hands found the boy’s waist. He was ready to swear they always belonged there. ‘Just keep dancing.’
Yeonjun was wonderfully pliant. He just let the hands of the complete stranger wander all over his body. Meanwhile, Soobin was eager to touch the skin without annoying fabric being in his way, so he pulled up Yeonjun’s shirt just enough to let his fingers feel the warmth he was searching for. It felt like a dream. Maybe he was dreaming. He never expected to get so lucky. But he wasn’t humble enough to stop there.
‘Do you wanna come with me to another room Yeonjun?’ He tried his best to sound seductive, even though he had zero experience being anything close to seductive. He never even touched another person like that.
Yeonjun turned around to look at him again, much quicker this time. His eyebrows were furrowed in visible confusion. ‘Ummm no?’
He didn’t sound so sure. Soobin decided that he knew better. ’You should come with me.’ He took the boy by the hand and lead him out of the living room. He dashed straight to Kai’s bedroom. Yeonjun was clearly struggling with keeping his body straight and legs firm, but there was no time to worry about that, so Soobin just dragged him around.
As soon as he opened the door he blurted out impatient ‘I’m sorry can we get a little moment alone in here?’
Kai was fast to react and laugh whatever people were there with him out of the room. He sent a little wink to Soobin as he closed the door. Oh the perks of being the best friend with the party host.
As soon as the door closed Soobin was all over Yeonjun, pressing him into the wall, kissing his neck and murmuring into his ear.
‘I really like you Yeonjun. I meant to say it a long time ago.’
Yeonjun just made a soft sound of surprise. He let his head meet the wall with a thud while Soobin was making his way to the boy’s jaw with little feather-light kisses. Yeonjun was pretty much staying still the whole time, but on the other hand - he wasn’t fighting or shouting, so Soobin considered it to be a win. Yet he wanted things to feel more intimate. More romantic if you will.
‘It is not that comfortable here is it.’ Soobin laughed a little, finally letting the boy’s neck go. ‘Can you be a darling and go turn on that bedside lamp for me?’
Yeonjun just nodded slowly, untangled himself from Soobin’s hands and walked to the bed. Soobin patiently waited for his drunken fumbling to finally end up in successful dazzling of light, before turning off the switch of the ceiling light. Now it felt much better. Yeonjun looked even prettier like that - in the half-darkness. He was seated on the bed, looking down at his own feet. Soobin could tell he felt too fucked to even keep his head up. But Soobin can help with that.
He marched to the bed, stopping right in front of Yeonjun. He cupped his angel’s chin with his big hand and made him look up. The second their eyes met Soobin knew he could not stop. His other hand was fumbling with the zipper of his own jeans faster than he even knew it.
It was the point of no return.
Yeonjun looked at his crotch with a stupid expression. He kinda looked like he was about to throw up. Soobin couldn't have that.
‘Do you feel sick?’
Yeonjun shook his head cutely, looking like a little duck getting out of the water and shaking off its feathers. ‘Nah, jus.. just weird.’
Good.
Soobin took the boy by the backside of his head, former this time. He was pretty much shoving Yeonjun’s face into his clothed cock at this point. He could feel his hot breath even through the fabric of his boxers and it was the best thing ever. However, he knew it could feel even better.
‘Do you know what to do?’
Yeonjun took a short but loud breath before meowling ‘I’m.. ‘m not that good at this.’
Soobin gave his hair a little impatient tug.
‘Oh, you don’t have to be good. Don’t worry baby, I won’t judge.’
Even though Soobin expected the pet name to affect Yeonjun, it seemed like it affected himself even more. He finally got the opportunity to call Yeonjun things. Whatever he wished. Baby. Kitten. Darling. Sweetheart. They all were good, sitting on the edge of Soobin’s tongue like the sweetest candy.
A slut. My very own whore.
Soobin bit on his tongue. It wasn’t the time for this. Yet.
Yeonjun was free from his frozen state, at last, lowering Soobin’s boxer’s enough to have access to his almost fully hard dick. He didn’t spend much time appreciating the length or the width though, neither did he play with the tip for a bit like Soobin expected him to do. Soobin would often picture Yeonjun kissing the tip of his cock when he touched himself. He was a little disappointed in the reality where Yeonjun just skipped all that and put his mouth straight to the sucking part.
Yeonjun turned out to be a liar. He was definitely good at that. At first, Soobin was too overwhelmed with the all-consuming pleasure that the warmth of the Yeonjun’s mouth brought to him, but after getting used to it for a bit he was even more disappointed. Yeonjun was clearly doing everything to make sure Soobin won’t last long. His sucking was methodical and a little bit too eager for the drugged person. He didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as Soobin was. It was unacceptable. Yet, Soobin knew that he won’t last long anyway. It was his first time getting a blowjob. A very good one from the start. He decided that he had to come first in order to fuck Yeonjun really good later, so he allowed for Yeonjun’s small hand to massage on his balls and turn his brain into complete and utter mush. He grabbed on the boy’s hair and felt Yeonjun’s other hand overlapping his own. The boy was clearly suggesting for him to face fuck him deeper, so Soobin would let him go faster. Soobin was up for the first part of the deal. He speeded up his thrusts and came deep down his angel’s throat. Yeonjun didn’t even choke. It was unclear if it was the effect of Xanax that helped him to relax his throat or was it just his skillfulness.
After coming down from his orgasm high the first thing Soobin wanted to do is to study Yeonjun’s face. So he did. His mouth was a mess - the red lipgloss smudged all over the place - his cupid’s bow, his cheeks, there even was a tiny bit on his nose-pretty much everywhere. His chin was shimmering with spit and it looked absolutely sinful. Soobin bent down and licked on his chin. It felt hot as fuck. Hotter than any porn he had ever seen.
Yeonjun’s eyes looked as if he was about to turn off any minute now, nevertheless, his eyebrows were still furrowed in a cute sign of determination. Soobin was wondering if he furrows his brows while being fucked. He was about to find out.
As he started taking off his socks and jeans, Yeonjun looked at him dumbfounded. This little dumb bitch really thought it was over, huh. Even though the boy’s lost expression was a sight to see Soobin couldn’t allow him to panic, scream and run away. That’s exactly why he was on the bed next to Yeonjun in no time, kissing full lips that tasted like himself. Slowly but surely he made Yeonjun sit on his lap, allowing the boy to rest on his broad body. He wanted for him to feel aroused, to feel the same want Soobin felt all this time. The latter tried his best licking into the boy's mouth and massaging his ass, moving his hands rather roughly in order for Yeonjun to feel anything at all through the thick fabric of his skinny jeans. The piece of clothing was too much of an annoying obstacle to tolerate it any further. Soobin let go of the boy’s lips reluctantly, only to start unbuttoning his shirt. Little black buttons on black cotton made it an uneasy task, it was very tempting to just tear the whole thing apart. Tempting, but better not to be done. So Soobin took his time undressing the pliant body. Suddenly Yeonjun’s little hand covered Soobin’s for the second time that evening. It was hard to hear his mumbling, even though he was literally half laying on Soobin at this point.
‘I’m not so sure about that.’
It was a weak-ass attempt to say ‘no’ and Soobin decided to ignore it entirely. Yeonjun’s gorgeous torso was finally free and he couldn’t waste any more time. In a heartbeat, he was sucking on the boy’s collarbones while fumbling with his belt. He had no intention to wait any longer. He needed to own that one final piece of Yeonjun he never had touched yet.
Impatience was a great helper - Soobin helped Yeonjun out of his impossibly tight jeans in a few rough motions, taking them off together with the boy’s underwear. Yeonjun was a horrible assistant though - the boy was lazy and emotionless. Maybe he was falling asleep. Well, Soobin won’t let him do that.
Even though that day was full of surprises and unexpected strokes of luck, Soobin liked to think that he was still in charge and well prepared for every single scenario that might have occurred. However, he wasn’t prepared for that one last surprise for tonight, delicately waiting for him, shining with a fake electric blue gem, meeting his fingertips halfway to the Yeonjun’s entrance.
No fucking way.
‘Were you preparing to have fun tonight, kitten?’
Yeonjun was pretty non-reactive once again, nuzzling the skin of Soobin’s neck with his eyes closed. He just hummed something unintelligible in response. Soobin wasn’t happy with that. He gave a butt plug a quick tug, before pressing it back with all his might, making Yeonjun whimper and cry out loudly into his neck. The boy pressed both of his small hands into Soobin’s wide chest in a fruitless attempt to get away. However his thighs were telling a completely different story, slightly shaking and opening up little by little to give Soobin’s fingers more access.
‘Look at you, playing all hard to get but actually being…
… a little slut’ He did it, he finally let it out. The words were spoken out in the air at last and hence they became the reality.
Yeonjun keened at these words, trying to bury his face deeper into Soobin’s chest. He wasn’t the only one affected by the degrading words. It turned something in Soobin’s stomach, something dark and too complex to explain. He just slapped the boy’s butt in lieu of thinking too hard. It made a nice sound. Must have been painful. Yeonjun sobbed quietly, but it sounded all too similar to a moan. Soobin was eager to make him moan for real.
He dropped the boy on the sheets. His naked body looked gorgeous, yet lacked its usual gracefulness and flexibility of the dance major. The boy lay there like a sack of potatoes, too far gone to move or to even attempt moving. He just threw one of his hands over the eyes to hide his face. Soobin would have gotten pissed at that if only he wasn’t too preoccupied with sucking on the boy’s nipples. They tasted like nothing - it wasn’t even your usual salt of the skin, yet it tasted good to Soobin. He was sucking on it as if he expected to get milk at some point. If there were some I’d drink it. It was a weird thought but he allowed himself to have it. It was too late to play all nice and pure.
‘Do you like it? Like it when I play with your nipples like that?’ Soobin looked up when he asked it, so he could clearly see the boy shaking his head in a silent agreement. It wasn’t good enough.
‘Use your words, like a good girl.’
Yeonjun moved his hand only to look at Soobin with a pleading expression.
‘ mmm not a girl.’
It wasn’t the response Soobin wanted to hear. He loved Yeonjun, he really did. But if you let them slip once they will slip twice. You can't condone the wrong actions. He took the boy’s jaw firmly into his hand, pressing fingers hard enough to feel teeth underneath the skin. It made Yeonjun’s cheeks squish and look all cute. Soobin let go of his face only to slap on it lightly. There was no sound, slap like that won’t leave any marks. He didn’t want to hurt him, not really. He just wanted to show who was in charge here.
‘Open your mouth.’
Yeonjun followed the instruction without any hesitation this time. He clearly was a fast learner.
Soobin took a few seconds to appreciate the view - the boy underneath him, so perfect and so so ready to be used and take everything Soobin is about to give him. He kept his mouth ajar and eyes open, breathing loudly as he was looking at Soobin.
‘A little wider for me, baby.’ as Yeonjun opened his mouth a little more, Soobin leaned forward and spitted right into it. He expected for a boy to flinch, to squirm or even to push him away. But neither of those things happened. Yeonjun just closed his eyes. He kept his mouth open.
‘You can swallow now.’
It really shouldn't have been anything extraordinary, since the boy just swallowed his cum ten minutes ago, but it went straight to Soobin’s cock.
‘Good kitten. Maybe I should give you a little praise. Do you want it? Tell me with the words this time.’
Even if it was a mere whisper, it was a clear ‘Yes’ in the softest tone possible.
Soobin made his way down on the boy’s body. After throwing both of Yeonjun’s obnoxiously long legs on his shoulders he stared right at the butt plug. He never played with sex toys before, but he wasn’t an idiot - it was easy to understand what to do on some intuitive level. Soobin put his mouth right into it, taking the end of the plug inside and experimentally moving it in and out of Yeonjun ass as if he was fucking him with a dildo. After only a few rounds of simple movements a loud ‘Ah!’ followed. It all seemed to work. He let go of the toy to look at his angel once again. Yeonjun looked like an absolute wreck already- even before getting actually fucked. And oh, his teeth. His perfect teeth were biting on his lower lip and Soobin couldn’t do it anymore. It was time to take what was his all along.
He slid the plug out of Yeonjun’s hole in one swift motion. It was an easy task, much easier than he expected it to be. For a few seconds, he was too stunned from the view of the boy’s puckered hole trying to clench around nothing. The urge to eat the boy out was strong, but the fear to run out of time was even stronger. Still, there was no way he would lose an opportunity to know what the most intimate part of Yeonjun’s body tasted like. He gave his hole one generous lick, similar to the way he would lick on his favourite vanilla ice cream. Yeonjun shuddered beneath him. When Soobin entered the tight warmth of his body with his tongue the boy let out a moan so loud it was hard to believe every single soul in Seoul didn’t hear it. Soobin licked into him for a short while trying his best to remember the taste. It didn’t taste good. It still was the best thing ever. You don’t have to remember it Soobinie. This is not the last time you are tasting it. It was nice to think about it that way.
He finally let go of the wet entrance with a smile. ‘Thank you for the appetizer, kitten. I think I’m ready for the main dish.’
Yeonjun just nodded to that. Even in the dim light it was evident that the boy was blushing. He started to turn himself around in the clear attempt to get on all fours in front of Soobin. The latter just cooed at this. The little whore is so eager to please his owner. He held on the Yeonjun’s waist with both hands, preventing his movements.
‘None of that, silly. I want to see your pretty face.’ He pulled Yeonjun by his tights to bring him closer. ‘I’m gonna take you like a girl.’
And he did.
He was prepared for the night. He diligently bought a lube and a pack of condoms only to abandon all of it in the pockets of his jeans on the floor. Maybe he was a bit too impatient. Maybe it was due to the fact that Yeonjun didn’t need any extra preparation at all. He took his big cock so well as if he was born to do it. You were born to do it, Yeonjunnie. The boy just let out a deep moan when he felt the tip of the cock slowly sliding into him and locked his arms on the back of Soobin’s neck. He was behaving so good. Like a good girl. He was matching Soobin’s every thrust, moving his hips at a perfect pace.
‘Look at you kitten. Hungry for my dick like a bitch in heat.’
Yeonjun just mewled to that, hiding his face in the crook of Soobin’s neck. Soobin could feel his teeth scrapping at the most sensitive place of his body. Something in him wanted for Yeonjun to clench his jaw and pierce the soft skin with his teeth. He wanted to have teeth marks on there. Just like that fucking gum in the stupid shoebox.
Soobin was feeling himself slipping. He was millimetres away from letting everything go and just giving up to his own pleasure. But he could not do that. Not before Yeonjun comes under him. It was his goal, his one biggest wish, his fantasy. To make Yeonjun feel so good from his cock it would be impossible for him to live without it afterwards. So he angled Yeonjun’s body the way he was practically bent in two, before hammering into him with newly found strength. Kai’s wooden bed was creaking loud. Luckily the music from the living room was even louder. Yeonjun let go of Soobin’s neck to throw himself back on the pillows and scream in pleasure. His eyes were rolled back, mouth open. Soobin wished there was spit or semen all over his face to make it an even better view. Mayhaps it was too much to ask. For now. We can do it later. Yeonjun was clenching onto the pillow with one hand while ejaculating all over his own stomach. And to Soobin’s rapture - he was furrowing his eyebrows. He was looking as if he was crying and it was a sight to see. His very own weeping angel. The mere imagery of it was enough to send Soobin over the edge. He came inside with a silent cry, the whole world turning white for a moment. It was pure heaven.
Looking at Yeonjun putting his jeans back on with shaking hands wasn’t though. There was a huge wet stain on Kai’s bedsheets, but it was the smallest of Soobin’s problems. The air in the room felt awkward. It reeked of sex but nothing about the current situation was sexy. The butt plug with a pretty blue gem was still on the bed. Soobin took it and handed it over to Yeonjun. The latter just waved his hand in vague motion. ‘Just get rid of this’ he mumbled softly. Well, he didn’t sound pissed at least. And no, no way Soobin just got so lucky for the n-th time that night. What a catch. He could not wait to add it to his collection.
When they both stepped out of the room Taehyun and the boys had just gotten back from their nighttime snack journey. They were taking their shoes off in the hallway. It was impossible not to understand what just happened to Yeonjun from just looking at him. It didn’t take Sherlock to admit - the boy looked fucked. Properly fucked, to Soobin’s pride. He smelled and looked like sex, his eyes red from tears and intoxication. Soobin didn’t want to risk, so he just slipped into the bathroom alone, leaving Yeonjun to deal with his boyfriend and whatever bullshit was about to happen between them. It was cowardly. It was a dick move. Soobin was too happy to care. He already got what he wanted. He proved himself right - the boy was a slut. But why was he so happy about it? Before going to that party he was so ready to throw his little treasure box into the trash bag the minute Yeonjun would appear to be a slut. Now he was buzzing with excitement to get back home and jerk himself off to the scent of Chanel while putting his lips onto that butt plug. He didn’t need to savour those things anymore. Everything became real. He could play this game on an entirely different level.
He could not wait.
When he get out of the bathroom to wave everyone goodbye and leave, Yeonjun was standing next to Taehyun, with an arm over his boyfriend’s waist. He was looking down at the carpet, eyes empty. Taehyun was still talking to his friends as if nothing happened. God, this guy was a moron.
However, when Soobin crossed their way, Taehyun did look at him. He stared at him closely with an unreadable expression. Maybe the guy wasn’t that stupid after all?
Before leaving Kai’s flat Soobin looked at Yeonjun one last time. The boy looked back at him and smiled a little. Soobin wasn’t imagining things, right? It was a weak smile, but it was there. Oh.
Was his little kitten a little bit more into it than he thought?
It was still unclear. But Soobin got all the time to look into it.
And he will look into it.