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"Mghmm we need to stop, Yeosang" He whines out in a breathy voice when Yeosang keeps rubbing and fondling him through his track pants.

"But I don't want to" He responds as he dips his head into the ravenette's neck, nipping at the soft skin. Seonghwa gladly gives him room and moans a bit when Yeosang sucks harshly on a spot.

"W-well we have to" He stutters out. He feels Yeosang's hand abandon his crotch and slide up his shirt to his nipple. He pinches and twists the hardened bud causing Seonghwa to writhe and arch his back forwards. "A-ah. I ha-have a boyfriend" He stutters out and Yeosang freezes briefly before pulling his head back and looking at him.

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His eyes, though, looked like they were fine, Seonghwa could still notice a small tiny bit of hurt and disappointment in them. Instead of telling the dark haired
male to leave he flashes a tight lipped smile.

It was the Japanese model that he recently began working with. They slowly became close over the course of the past week or so. Before he knew it the foreigner asked him out and how could he say no?

"Well, whoever he is he's extremely lucky" He whispers out into Seonghwa's lips causing him to shiver. Yeosang... fuck.

Seonghwa quickly rejoins their lips again in a hungry kiss. He didn't think of the consequences of what they were doing, he didn't have time to. They briefly pull back to pull off their shirts and fling it to the floor before smashing their lips together again. Seonghwa's hands roams the younger's body. His fingers left tingles in it's trail.

Yeosang pushes him back until he was flat on the couch. He reaches for the waist band of Seonghwa's track pants and pulls it down along with his boxer briefs. His member springs to life and Yeosang nearly came in his pants just the sight of the ravenette's leaking member. He pulls the clothing off Seonghwa's slender legs and throws them to the floor.

Seonghwa then abruptly sits up and helps Yeosang unbuckle his belt. He hurriedly attempts to undo the buckle then fumbles with the button of the skinny jeans. "Fuck" He mutters frustratingly and Yeosang laughs in amusement at how eager he was getting. He takes Seonghwa's hands off then expertly undoes the button within a second.

He gets off the couch and drags the jeans off his legs leaving him in his boxers alone. Seonghwa watches hungrily as his toned chest rippled with every movement. He straddles Seonghwa's hips and resumes his earlier attack on the older's neck.

Seonghwa throws his head back with pleasure when Yeosang begins grinding their members together, rolling his hips slowly and painfully, all that separates the skins from touching is Yeosang's boxer briefs. The ravenette felt like he was going crazy. His skin was burning and he didn't know how much longer he could hold back the orgasm quickly approaching.

"Yeosang... p-please" He begs. His voice coming out raspy and desperate. Yeosang smirks in his neck as he kept harshly sucking and decorating his neck with hickeys of all sizes.

"Please what?" He asks, feigning innocence. His hips began moving more quickly as he too realized his own release was just around the corner.

"Oh fuck.. please fuck me, please" He whines out oh so longingly. Yeosang was loving this submissive side of Seonghwa. His eyes were half lidded and his back arched off the couch as he squirmed around in pleasure. "I need you to fuck me fast and hard" He whispers out again.

Yeosang quickly untangled himself from the dark haired male then sprints to his room to grab some lube as well as a condom.

He returns and meets Seonghwa pumping himself with one hand and rubbing his nipple with the other. His head was thrown back display his neck and the bright red spots which would eventually turn darker by tomorrow.

Yeosang moans at the sight of him pleasuring himself. He pulls back Seonghwa's hand which causes him to groan out loud. "Oh god, I'm so close" He silently pleads and Yeosang tsks while opening the lube and spilling some on his hand.

"I won't allow you to cum by yourself" He warns as he spreads Seonghwa's legs then inserts his forefinger inside his puckered hole. Seonghwa clenched around the finger briefly out of surprise but then relaxes. Yeosang then adds 2 more fingers, moving them around and stretching him as best as he could.

Seonghwa bit down on his bottom lip. His mind was foggy and all he wanted at the moment was for Yeosang to screw his brains out.

When he was sure Seonghwa was well prepped he took off his final peice of clothing, his briefs, then he ripped the condom out of its pack with his teeth. He slides it on his member which stood in attention. Seonghwa admired his size then couldn't help but feel even more excited.

Yeosang positions himself at Seonghwa's hole, using his member to circle around the rim and prod him teasingly. Seonghwa groans loudly. "Aish- can you just f--" His voice gets caught in his throat when Yeosang thrusts into him with no warning.

The sudden tightness around him caused Yeosang to see stars. He releases a choked breath as he places his forehead on Seonghwa's neck, attempting to even out his breathing. "Seonghwa you feel so fucking good"

"M-move" He instructs and Yeosang wastes no time in pulling out almost all the way and ramming back in. They both moan loudly in unison. And so he repeats it again and again, slowly increasing his speed after each thrust.

"F-fas faster" He urged and holds onto the couch for dear life. Yeosang looks down at him, lust clouding his vision, then he grips Seonghwa's hips intensely and continued thrusting at an almost animalistic pace. He places Seonghwa's legs over his shoulders and resumes again.

Seonghwa's moans increase in volume at the new pose. "Oh fuck! Right there" He cusses out. The room is filled with breathy moans and damp skins slapping against each other harshly.

Yeosang focuses his attention on keeping his pace even but with his orgasm so close his pace became erratic and uneven. "Shit, I'm so close" He mutters out then takes Seonghwa's ignored member in his hand and begins pumping.

"Me t-too" Seonghwa replies. A sheen layer of sweat covers their bodies and his dark hair sticks to his forehead slightly.

One last powerful thrust was all it took. Seonghwa moans loudly as he releases all over his stomach and Yeosang's hand while the pink haired male joins his lips with Seonghwa's in a rough kiss as he came in the condom.

Yeosang rides out his high while still making out with Seonghwa. They pull back and Yeosang collapses on the ravenette, his face buried in his moist neck. They were both breathing fast and trying to steady their breaths.

Seonghwa wipes his forehead from the sweat beads forming. It finally dawned on him at that moment what just happened. "Shit" He mutters as he sits up causing Yeosang to roll on his side.

Yeosang also sits up and looks at him in question. "What?" He uses his fingers to gently move Seonghwa's hair back and away from his eyes.

"We had sex Yeosang. I have a boyfriend" He looks at the younger with pleading eyes. Yeosang couldn't help but roll his.

"Oh god, not that again. Has your 'boyfriend' ever fucked you the way I just did?" He lightly traces Seonghwa's jawline with the pad of his forefinger.

"I'm serious"

"So am I" He says with a firm tone, staring intensely at the older. Seonghwa stares back, a small pout on his lips. I'm a cheater.

Seonghwa sighs and pulls himself off the couch. "I need to leave. Where's your bathroom?" He asks as he runs his hand through his hair and begins picking up his clothes.

"There" Yeosang solemnly points to a door and Seonghwa walks towards it. Yeosang found himself staring at the taller's round ass as he walked away. Once the door shuts he falls back on the couch in slight annoyance, staring up at the ceiling.

"Great"

"I mean I know you hate parties and you hate Wooyoung even more but I promise you'll have a lot of fun at the party. Even if you don't I can stay with you the whole time or we can even leave if you want. It won't be like any other dumb house party I swear" San pleads in almost one breathe, his lips forming a pout.

"Ok. I'll come" Yunho replies dismissively as he continues scrolling through his phone.

"Please please please just come I pro--- wait did you just say you'll come?" He blinks several times in surprise. Did I hear wrong?

"Yup. I did. Problem?"

"No it's just that... you know, I didn't think you'd agree so easily" San fidgets with the loose thread on his sweatshirt. They were hanging out in San's apartment and he'd been dreading asking Yunho to come but then finally decides to rip the bandaid off and just ask. To his surprise, Yunho agrees without a bat of an eye.

"Well I guess I'm just in a party mood. Oh and can Yeosang come as well? He'll never live this down if I go to a party without him" He shrugs.

"Yes for sure, he can definitely come... it's um, tomorrow at 7pm so yeah" He adds cautiously and Yunho nods in understanding. What is going on? "Are you sure you're ok? You're acting awfully compliant today"

"And you're acting awfully annoying today. Shhh, I agreed to come to the stupid party what else do you want?" Yunho looks up at him with annoyance.

"Ok ok, I'll back off" He raises his hands in mock surrender and returns his gaze to the TV.

The next day

Seonghwa pulls his black turtle neck up a little higher in an attempt to cover up his hickey covered neck in the mirror. Yeosang obviously disregarded the fact that he had a boyfriend who would freak if he ever saw them.

The party was starting in about 30 minutes and Yuto was probably on his way to pick him up. He'd initially decided that he didn't feel like partying today but then realized that what he needed was for a way to get his mind off Yeosang.

Ever since their hook up he couldn't stop thinking about the pink haired male. His lips, his smile. Oh god, his dick... He shakes his head and runs his finger over his light pink lips as memories of last night kept playing in his head. He bit the inside of his cheek and releases a sigh.

No, I'm going to a party with my boyfriend not Yeosang. Whatever happened last night was a mistake. It never happened. He stares at himself in the mirror as he applies gloss to his lips.

It never happened.

The door bell rang and he makes his way down the stairs, a small limp in his steps. A maid goes to open the door and she bows and greets Yuto as he walks into the living room.

"Hey" Seonghwa greets him with a smile on his face while still coming down the stairs.

"Hey babe. You look great" Yuto greets him back. Once he was in front of him the Japanese male places a kiss on Seonghwa's cheek. "You ready?" He asks.

Seonghwa nods and loops their arms. "Ready as I'll ever be. Wooyoung said we could meet him there"

"Cool"

"Your Korean has improved so much" Seonghwa coos as they walk out the house.

"Pfft you say that every time we talk" Yuto replies, a short laugh following.

"It's true though" Seonghwa laughs as well.

"By the way, it's like 40 degrees aren't you a bit hot in that?" He asks as he drives out of the ravenette's compound, referring to Seonghwa's turtleneck. The truth was he really did feel quite hot and almost like he was gonna have a heat stroke but what could he do, this was the only way he could hide those damn bites.

"Nah, I'm fine" He waves it off dismissively pulling the sweater higher. I'm just great...

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