Yeosang diligently scribbled down his notes his teacher articulated, being one of the very few that listened in class. He wanted to pass and he wanted to pass with grades above everyone else unlike his boyfriend, Choi Jongho who was only in the class so he wouldn’t be marked absent.

Most of the students in the class didn’t even want to be there considering it was an extra online class on a Saturday for those that were doing bad in Math, but Yeosang was there for the sole purpose of sharpening his skill. He was there to be better unlike the rest who were there because they had to, like Jongho.

Yeosangs brown hair bounced every time he would move to look at his screen, making him look adorable and making his boyfriend long to aggressively kiss him. Jongho wasn’t paying attention to his class but boy was he definitely paying attention to every move Yeosang made. Jongho’s black hair hung over his forehead, his brown eyes staring intently at his screen as his muscular arms were crossed in front of him.

He just wanted Yeosang to look at him once but that was too much to ask for from someone who was serious about their school work.

“Can someone tell me the answer to question number thirty-seven?” The teacher asked, Jongho already knowing who would respond.

“The answer is nine hundred sixty-seven, Ma’am,” Yeosang responded, a proud look on his face as his teacher congratulated him on the right answer.

Yeosang continued scribbling down his notes, forgetting to do something very important that Jongho decided he could use to have fun.

“My precious baby forgot to mute himself,” Jongho chuckled, pulling out his phone. “I hope he won’t kill me.”

Pressing the number eight on his keypad, Jongho dialled his boyfriend’s number using speed dial. He chose the number eight for the sole reason that it looked like an infinity sign and he planned on staying with Yeosang forever.

Jongho smirked as he heard the gentle tune of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ play through the screen, Yeosang completely oblivious to his unmuted mic.

“What do you want, baby?” Yeosang answered with a sigh, his phone on loudspeaker as he lay it on his desk and scribbled down notes. “Why aren't you paying attention to class? You know you're doing horrible in Math.”

“I don’t want to listen and you look so pretty today,” Jongho replied, getting comfortable in his chair as all the students looked at their screens.

“Don’t flatter me, Choi Jongho. I won’t give you any kisses for a month if you fail your classes, understood?” Yeosang threatened, still unaware of what was happening.

“Yeah, yeah, understood.”

“Good. Now hang up so I can pay attention to my class.”

“But I don’t want to!” Jongho whined, snickering to himself as he watched Yeosang set down his pen and glare at his phone.

“Choi Jongho, I know that tone very well,” Yeosang sighed, still glaring. “What do you want?”

“I’m horny and you look very pretty today,” Jongho responded, struggling to keep serious.

“Fuck you. You can suffer alone,” Yeosang snapped, aggressively tapping the end button.

He glanced up from his desk, looking at the screen to continue writing but suddenly realized his teacher was no longer speaking.

“Strange,” Yeosang muttered to himself. “Is she done class and I didn’t realize due to that horndog?”

“Oh no, Yeosang dear. I’m still here but I’m just surprised at your conversation, that’s all.”

Yeosang raised an eyebrow in surprise. How did she know what he said? He glanced at his mic and utter horror seeped into him upon seeing his unmuted mic.

“I’m so, so sorry Ma’am!” Yeosang frantically apologized. “I didn't mean to do all that during your class!”

Yeosang was red in the face, filled with embarrassment and the sudden urge to repeatedly smack Jongho. 

“It’s quite alright, dear. It’s Jongho who needs to apologize.”

“Jongho you absolute animal!” Yeosang scolded. “I’m not giving you any kisses any time soon!”

“I’m sorry, babe!” Jongho yelled through the screen, struggling to say it without laughing but failing. “I couldn’t help it!”

Yeosang glared at him, setting his mic on mute as he continued taking notes. Yeosang made it his goal to fully ignore Jongho and when Monday rolled around, Jongho was getting angry for being ignored.

“Kang Yeosang!” Jongho yelled, stomping through the halls as he grabbed Yeosang by the arm and dragged him away.

“Let go of me, Jongho! I already said you aren’t getting any kisses!”

“But Sang-ie! I already said sorry!”Jongho whined, his anger dissipating as he pulled Yeosang into a tight hug.

Yeosang sighed. How could he stay mad at his giant teddy bear? He just couldn’t.

“Fine, fine. You can have one kiss, alright?”

Jongho eagerly nodded, wasting no time in slamming their mouths together and aggressively kissing Yeosang before the male would pull away and scold him. Surprisingly, Yeosang didn’t pull away but instead remained a few extra seconds, leaving Jongho in complete satisfaction.

“Thanks, babe,” Jongho whispered. “You tasted great like always.”

“Yeah, yeah. No more kisses though. I was rather generous by letting you kiss me for so long.”

Jongho grumbled, smacking Yeosang’s ass before letting go of his boyfriend to head to his first class. He hadn't been joking when he said he was horny but he pretended he was, but now, more than ever, he wanted to be in the same bed as Yeosang and that didn't mean just cuddling.

He wanted to do nasty shit like fucking Yeosang until he couldnt see straight.

Yeosang rolled his eyes at Jongho’s behaviour, knowing full well the male had pent up frustration. He had been dating Jongho long enough to know what it meant when he started acting like that and he wasn't one to initiate any intimate moment but he would if need be and in this case, it seemed as if Yeosang would have to take matters into his own hand.

“Can't believe I'm dating an absolute horndog,” Yeosang muttered to himself, walking to his first class of the day.

Yeosang and Jongho didn't share any classes but that didn't stop Jongho from being touchy with Yeosang every chance that he got.

Yeosang didn't complain when he was suddenly hugged in the middle of the hall, nor when Jongho aggressively kissed him in the bathroom and nor did he complain when Jongho pulled him on his lap during lunch and massaged his thighs.

He knew how Jongho felt deep within but he pretended he was oblivious.

“You’re so, so pretty,” Jongho whispered into Yeosang’s ear, kissing the shell in affection.

“I've heard you say that at least fifty times during the past hour,” Yeosang replied. 

“But it's true!”

“Thank you, baby,” Yeosang said with a smile. “By the way, I'll be studying with my sister tonight, want to join our session?”

Jongho groaned. He didn't like studying and he especially didn't like Yeosang’s sister. Especially because she liked bickering with him and Yeosang did nothing but laugh.

“You know she enjoys tormenting me!” Jongho whined with a frown. “But I'll join because you asked me nicely.”

Yeosang felt his insides warm and pride seeped in. Boy was he glad Jongho agreed. Unfortunately, they still had one more period until they could leave.

Oblivious to Yeosang’s plans, Jongho grumbled and complained to his friends about the suffering he’d endure later. 

“Oh come on, Jongho. At least he’s trying to make you pass and he isn't ignoring you after that shit you pulled on Saturday!” Jongho’s friend, Hongjoong said in exasperation. “If I did that to Seonghwa, he wouldn't even look at me!”

The two stood at the school gates, waiting for Yeosang and Seonghwa, Hongjoong’s boyfriend, to arrive.

Jongho crossed his arms, his foot repeatedly tapping as he waited impatiently. Finally, after waiting for nearly ten minutes, the two appeared in the distance giggling.

“My god,” Hongjoong muttered. “What the hell are those two talking about to have them talking like that?”

Jongho grumbled under his breath, instantly snatching Yeosang’s hand the moment he arrived.

“Have fun!” Seonghwa called out with a giggle, grabbing Hongjoong’s hand as they walked away.

“We will!” Yeosang replied, an innocent expression on his face.

“No we won't!” Jongho ‘corrected.’ “We’ll be suffering!”

“Oh you big baby!” Yeosang scolded. “Studying isn't that bad!”

“You’re right, it’s insufferable,” Jongho mumbled to himself.

Jongho remained quiet after, not wanting to argue with his boyfriend. As they walked, Yeosang began feeling more and more excited, suddenly wanting to scream the closer they got home.

Every time they visited each other, they'd take a shower but rarely did they do it together and now was a time Jongho wanted to do it together but Yeosang couldn't agree.

“Please?!”

“Sorry baby. Can’t today. I have something i have to do,” Yeosang apologized.

Jongho frowned, heading to Yeosang’s room to find his clothes. He swore over half his clothes were in Yeosang’s drawers but he never attempted to take them back home, knowing they’d end up with Yeosang anyway. 

The two took their showers, Jongho laying on Yeosang’s bed as he waited but he suddenly realized that the female Kang wasn't around.

“Where’s the animal who is somehow your sister?” Jongho asked once he heard Yeosang’s bedroom door open and the male walk in.

“I lied. My Mother and Ryujin arent home,” Yeosang responded, walking over to Jongho after locking his bedroom door behind him.

Jongho clapped in glee, about to sit up but was pushed back down by Yeosang who positioned himself between Jongho’s legs.

“It's okay, babe. I know how much you've been wanting this these days so let me give it to you,” Yeosang whispered, kissing Jongho’s clothed dick.

“Holy shit!” Jongho gasped, the gentle touch doing wonders to his frustrated body.

Yeosang peppered more light kisses on the clothed area, smiling as Jongho threaded his hair.

The bulge in Jongho’s pants was obvious, so obvious, to the point that Yeosang could almost feel the pain from it being held down.

“Oh how pretty this looks,” Yeosang whispered, tracing the outline. “I bet it looks prettier out of these pants. Doesn't it?”

“Of course it does!” Jongho moaned, pushing Yeosang away as he took off his pants himself.

His dick stood erected and painfully, precum dripping as Yeosang tentatively licked the tip.

“Now what the hell are you doing?” Jongho asked impatiently. “If you'll suck, do it properly.”

Without warning, Jongho grabbed Yeosang’s hair, slamming his dick to the back of his boyfriend's throat. Yeosang’s eyes watered, his mouth being abused as Jongho repeatedly thrusted upwards and effectively mouth fucked him.

“I’m cumming!” Jongho moaned, Yeosang remaining with his mouth wrapped tightly around the shaft.

In seconds, Yeosang was pulling his head away, coughing as the bitter cum went down his throat. Scarily, Jongho was still rock hard and before Yeosang could process anything, he was being laid on the bed.

“Aww!” Jongho coo-ed, running his hands all over Yeosang’s body. “Look at you in all this lace and skimpy skirt. So fucking hot I think I’m harder than ever!”

And sure enough, Yeosang felt Jongho’s dick brush against his leg, the shaft painfully stiff.

“Wait!” Yeosang panted, still trying to get his throat to recover. “You have to take the garters off with your mouth!”

“No problem.”

Jongho confidently went under Yeosang’s short skirt, teasingly licking his thighs and biting them before slowly pulling the garters off. One after the next, the clothing articles were removed.

“I stretched myself in the bathroom,” Yeosang panted, his face red as Jongho continuously teased him.

“My baby stretched for me? Thats fucking hot of you. Looks like it's time to give you a little reward, right? Where's the lube?”

Jongho found it on the bedside, applying a generous amount to the both of them and wasting no time before pushing himself in Yeosang.

“Agh!” Yeosang moaned, gripping the sheets.

“You're so tight!”

From previous times, Jongho knew which angle he was supposed to position himself in for the best reactions.

And sure enough, Jongho purposely angled to hit Yeosang’s prostate, loud moans echoing around the room.

“Agh! Jong- Jongho! I'm gonna cum!”

As soon as the words left Yeosang’s mouth, Jongho changed positions, a frustrated cry leaving Yeosang. "I’m sorry babe but you can't cum until I do,” Jongho said, loving the way Yeosang clenched around him.

He felt his high coming but he knew it wouldn't be satisfied until he cummed at least once more.

In seconds, Jongho pulled out cumming all over Yeosang’s stomach.

Jongho panted, waiting a moment before pushing back inside Yeosang who was breathing heavily.

“My god!” Jongho moaned, soaking up the little sounds Yeosang made. “Did it always feel this good?!”

Yeosang only moaned back a response, unable to formulate a sentence. Once again. Jongho repeatedly hit his prostate, loud noises filling the room.

“ACK! JONGHO! HARDER!”

“HOLD ON! I'M ALMOST THERE AGAIN!”

Yeosangs thighs began trembling and his hands were hurting from how hard he held onto the bed sheets. Jongho stroked his erected shaft, speeding up the process and amplifying the pleasure.

“I'M CUMMING!” Yeosang moaned, white fluids shooting out of him immediately after.  

Jongho came right after, the delicate and exhausted way Yeosang appeared driving him over the edge.

“I love you, baby,” Jongho whispered, pulling out of Yeosang with a kiss.

“I love you too,” Yeosang replied. “Clean up then we can sleep.”

“Or we can sleep covered in cum,” Jongho teased and he swore that if Yeosang wasn't so tired, he’d be kicked. “Just kidding! I'll clean up!”

And so that was what he did, immediately cuddling Yeosang right after he cleaned as they fell asleep peacefully.