Before I start I gotta warn and shit this chapter is nsfw so if your uncomfortable with that feel free to skip to the next chapter
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Ju-woon wasn't sure how—or when—they ended up at Min-ho's apartment, but at this moment, none of that mattered.
The door clicked shut behind them, the soft sound nearly swallowed by the distant hum of the city. The party felt miles away now. Min-ho didn't bother turning on the lights as he led Ju-woon further inside, the faint glow of the streetlights casting long, wavering shadows across the walls.
Ju-woon swayed slightly, the alcohol still thick in his system, but his mind was sharp enough to register the warmth of Min-ho's hand around his wrist. He didn't know if he was being pulled forward or simply following of his own accord—but either way, he didn't resist.
Min-ho's apartment was the kind of messy that belonged to someone who lived alone and didn't particularly care for tidiness. A few empty beer cans sat on the counter, a hoodie was draped haphazardly over the couch, and the faint scent of cologne mingled with something unmistakably Min-ho. It suited him.
"You sure you're not gonna back out on me now?" Min-ho's voice was low, teasing, but beneath the playfulness, there was something else—something heavier.
Ju-woon exhaled slowly, steadying himself despite the pulse racing in his throat. He licked his lips, gaze flicking up to meet Min-ho's. "If I was, I wouldn't be here."
Min-ho's lips curled into a grin. He stepped closer, the air between them charged with an unspoken challenge. "Good answer."
He didn't waste another second.
Min-ho backed Ju-woon up against the wall, their bodies close—almost touching, but not quite. His palm flattened against the wall beside Ju-woon's head, while his other hand slid lazily down the fabric of Ju-woon's hoodie, fingertips grazing exposed skin in a slow, deliberate tease. There was no hesitation in the way Min-ho moved, no second-guessing. It was as if he had already decided how this night would unfold the moment their eyes met back at the party.
"You knew this was going to happen," Min-ho murmured, voice thick with amusement as his breath fanned over Ju-woon's skin. "Didn't you?"
Ju-woon swallowed, pulse hammering. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way Min-ho was looking at him—like he was something worth devouring—but he didn't pull away. If anything, he leaned in, fingers twitching at his sides, resisting the urge to reach for Min-ho first.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ju-woon lied, voice barely steady.
Min-ho chuckled, tilting his head. "Liar."
And before Ju-woon could think of a retort, Min-ho closed the space between them.
His lips crashed against Ju-woon's—soft yet demanding, rough yet controlled. Heat surged through Ju-woon's veins, his fingers instinctively tangling into Min-ho's hair, gripping, pulling. His heart pounded in his chest, and a thought flickered at the edge of his mind:
This was just lust, right?
Yeah. Nothing more than that.
The kiss stretched on, deep and consuming, until they finally broke apart, panting. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, Min-ho's gaze unreadable—dark, piercing. Ju-woon had no idea what was going through this man's mind.
And then, without warning, Min-ho grabbed him by the collar and pinned him down against the bed. The tension between them had been drawn out for far too long, both of them knew it.
Ju-woon was so lost in his own thoughts that he flinched when Min-ho suddenly spoke.
"What are you thinking about?" Min-ho's voice was a low whisper against his ear, breath warm and intoxicating. "Pay attention to me."
Ju-woon barely had time to process those words before Min-ho's hand trailed down to the waistband of his pants. His fingers lingered at the zipper, teasing for a few seconds before he slowly unzipped them.
Min-ho glanced down, a smirk ghosting over his lips. "Hyung, look at you… already so wet."
His fingers traced the edge of Ju-woon's waistband, teasing, before slipping beneath, knuckles grazing heated skin. He took his time, dragging the fabric down inch by inch, enjoying the way Ju-woon's breath hitched.
Ju-woon's face flushed. Was he embarrassed? Why? It wasn't like he was a virgin—this wasn't his first time. And yet, something about this felt so different. Even though they hadn't even started yet.
Min-ho was toying with him. Keeping him on edge, winding him up like he was something to be played with.
Ju-woon's eyes flickered up to Min-ho's face—god, he was beautiful.
Min-ho raised his hand, slowly licking his palm before reaching down, wrapping his damp fingers around Ju-woon's length. The sudden sensation made Ju-woon twitch, his body jolting at the warmth of Min-ho's touch.
Then, without a word, Min-ho lowered his mouth.
The first touch of his lips sent a sharp jolt through Ju-woon's spine. His fingers curled into the sheets as Min-ho took his time, teasing, dragging it out—just to watch Ju-woon squirm.
Ju-woon gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his sounds, but Min-ho wasn't having it. He moved faster, pushing Ju-woon to the edge until he couldn't suppress the moans that spilled from his lips.
"A-ah… go slower," Ju-woon gasped, voice breaking.
Min-ho ignored him entirely.
Ju-woon barely lasted. He came with a sharp inhale, his body trembling beneath Min-ho's hold. Min-ho's eyes flickered up to him, and for a moment, that strange spark was back—dark, almost affectionate.
Ju-woon's breath was still uneven as he reached out, fingers brushing against Min-ho's lips, wiping away the remnants of his release. Min-ho caught his wrist, and without warning, bit down lightly on his finger before letting go.
Min-ho exhaled heavily. His usual cool demeanor wavered—just slightly.
Wordlessly, he reached for the hem of his shirt, peeling it off in one fluid motion. The dim city lights illuminated the sharp lines of his body, casting a glow over sweat-dampened skin. His hands moved to his waistband, sliding his pants down, then his boxers—leaving nothing between them.
Ju-woon's breath hitched. He hadn't even realized how dazed he was until now. His face flushed, and he instinctively covered his eyes with his hands.
A cold touch grazed over his wrist.
"Ju-woon hyung." Min-ho's voice was quieter now, smoother—serious. "Be good and turn over for me."
Ju-woon hesitated for a brief moment before obeying, shifting onto his stomach, back exposed. His mind was a mess. Just hours ago, they were at a party, and now they were here?
He barely had time to process the thought before Min-ho pressed in.
"Ah—" Ju-woon gasped, his body tensing. "Warn me next time, that was—ah—unexpected…"
Min-ho chuckled. "It's only two fingers, hyung~"
Ju-woon bit back a moan, feeling himself stretch, adjust. His breath shuddered as Min-ho worked him open, teasingly slow.
Then, Min-ho found it—that spot.
Ju-woon's eyes widened, his body jolting. Min-ho smirked, leaning closer. "Found it, didn't I?"
Ju-woon swallowed hard.
"Min-ho," he finally breathed, "just—just do it already. I can't take it anymore."
Min-ho chuckled, voice dripping with amusement. "Oh? Look who's impatient now."
And then, finally, he pushed in.
Min-ho entered him slowly, carefully, his movements precise yet deliberate. The stretch had Ju-woon gasping, his fingers curling into the sheets, his entire body taut with sensation.
A deep groan rumbled from Min-ho's throat as he pushed further, savoring the way Ju-woon clenched around him. His hands tightened around Ju-woon's hips, steadying him as he set a slow, steady rhythm.
"Hey, Ju-woon," Min-ho murmured, his voice thick with something unreadable. "How did we get here?"
Ju-woon barely processed the question through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind. His breath was ragged, his body trembling with each deep thrust. "I—I don't know," he admitted, voice weak, dazed. "Does it matter?"
Min-ho didn't answer with words. Instead, his pace suddenly quickened, hips snapping forward, drawing a sharp cry from Ju-woon's lips.
"Ah—Min-ho—"
Ju-woon barely had time to react before Min-ho grabbed his wrists, pinning them against the bed. His grip was firm, possessive, keeping Ju-woon right where he wanted him.
"Hold it in," Min-ho ordered, his voice low, dangerous. "You told me not to hold back, remember?"
Ju-woon's body jerked with each thrust, his moans escaping freely now, unable to contain them anymore. Min-ho was relentless, his rhythm unforgiving. Ju-woon knew he wouldn't last much longer at this pace.
Min-ho was panting above him, sweat dripping down his temples. Despite his usual controlled demeanor, Ju-woon could tell he was holding back—barely. His breath was hot against Ju-woon's ear when he spoke again, voice rough with need.
"You feel so good like this, hyung," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss against the back of Ju-woon's neck before biting down lightly. "So good for me."
Ju-woon let out a strangled moan, his body shuddering violently beneath Min-ho's touch. Every nerve was on fire, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His mind was blank—only Min-ho remained, filling every thought, every sensation.
And then, suddenly, Min-ho kissed him.
It was unexpected, deep, desperate—nothing like their first kiss. This one wasn't just lust. It was something else, something that made Ju-woon's heart stutter in his chest.
Min-ho's tongue slipped past his lips, teasing, claiming. He tasted of alcohol and something uniquely him, something Ju-woon knew he'd never forget.
Something inside Min-ho snapped at that moment. He lost the last shred of restraint he'd been clinging to, and before he could stop himself, he came—hard, his body tensing as he spilled deep inside Ju-woon. His grip on Ju-woon's wrists loosened slightly, but his gaze never wavered.
Ju-woon was barely conscious, his breath ragged, his mind a hazy mess. Some of it had splattered onto his lips, and without thinking, he ran his tongue over them, licking it away.
Min-ho froze.
His heart pounded wildly against his ribs as he watched the scene unfold in slow motion—the glistening remnants on Ju-woon's lips, the way his tongue darted out, the flushed expression on his face.
Shit.
He needed to calm down. This was just the alcohol. Just the heat of the moment. No feelings. No attachments. He'd forget about this in a month.
Right?
Min-ho inhaled sharply, trying to regain his composure.
"I—I, um… I'm tired. We should go to bed," he muttered, suddenly flustered.
Ju-woon blinked at him, still dazed. He had never seen Min-ho like this before—flustered, stumbling over his words. It was almost endearing.
"Hm… yeah. Me too," Ju-woon mumbled, equally disoriented.
Min-ho cleared his throat, suddenly avoiding his gaze. "I'm gonna get some water." His tone had shifted—gone was the teasing lilt, the smooth seduction. Now, he sounded… formal. Distant.
Ju-woon frowned slightly at the change but didn't question it. "Okay. I'll take a shower, I guess."
The room fell silent again, save for the distant sounds of the city—the occasional honk of a car, the faint rumble of a passing train.
Ju-woon stepped out onto the balcony, the night air cool against his sweat-dampened skin. The city stretched before him, a sea of lights blinking against the darkness. It was a nice view. A little high up, but nice.
Not that he was thinking about the view.
He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with slightly shaky fingers. The glow of the ember was the only light in the dim apartment now, casting flickering shadows against his face.
His thoughts were a mess.
Min-ho.
His lips.
His hands.
His voice.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
Ju-woon took a long drag, exhaling slowly, watching the smoke curl into the night sky.
Tomorrow.
He'd figure it out tomorrow.
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