A/N: A tiny little [M] in this chapter.

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Late night sex
Smoking cigarettes
I try real hard, but I can't forget
Now in a heartbeat,
I would do it all again

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YEOSANG

Yeosang is tapping his fingers against his desk, his eyes focused on the rain which has been pouring down all day. He should be focusing on reading the ten pages for classes tomorrow though, but he can't keep his eyes on those tiny letters for long.

Last night was the first time he had seen San after their night together, and seeing him was way more difficult than Yeosang had imagined it would be. Being in the same room had been so frustrating and stressful, and he knows that he probably shouldn't have snapped at the older the way he did but he couldn't help it.

It's not that Yeosang only just regrets what happened between them.

He really, truly regrets it.

With a loud, aggravated groan he leans back in the chair, covering his face with his hands. The feeling of San has been haunting him every day for the past two weeks. Yeosang had hoped that starting classes again, and in a new place even, would help distract him – but boy, was he wrong.

The embarrassment is close to driving him insane, and when the flashbacks keep rolling before his eyes he isn't sure whether to cry or scream at this point. The way it had felt to kiss San's lips, to feel his touch and how Yeosang had given in completely, begging him for more.

Hugging his own body, Yeosang stares blankly out the window with a weary pout on his face. He has never had sex like this before; so heated and wild, but with someone he isn't in love with. It shouldn't have felt that good, it really shouldn't. But it did, and he hates that.

He hates how his body heats up every time he thinks of it. How he can't fall asleep because of his heart racing by the thought of San on top of him. He hates how he still wants more, to be kissed again, touched and have lascivious words whispered in his ear.

But worst of all is the thought of how he only wants just that and nothing else. No feelings, just sex. With San.

A loud knock on the door is pulling him out of his thoughts, and with absolutely no clue who it could be he walks over to open it. His Sunday attire is nothing special, and his hair is all messy from the endless amount of times he has been tugging it in frustration.

"W-what are you doing here?" Yeosang instantly regrets opening the door, when he sees San on the other side.

"We need to talk." San practically shoves Yeosang aside to enter the apartment, and leaves no time for Yeosang to even make a protest.

"What do you want to talk about then?" Yeosang asks, trying to sound as careless as possible.

It had been easy for him yesterday, since he was prepared to face San at work. But now, he is too surprised to act as cool as he would like to. Hesitantly, he passes by San to walk over and lean against the desk by the window.

"Is it bothering you what we did?" San asks, cutting right to the chase, "because I'm sorry, but I definitely got the impression that you liked it too!"

"I-I did..." the confession rolls over Yeosang's lips while he eyes are glued to the floor. "But... I'm not like you, okay?"

"What do you mean?"

From the corner of his eye, Yeosang sees San crossing his arms while a long sigh is coming from him. Yeosang shrugs his shoulders, trying to buy time to find the right words.

"I don't do one-night stands. That whole sleeping-with-random-people-thing I... That's just not me. I just feel disappointed with myself..."

Yeosang's heart is pounding in his chest as San comes closer to him. In his mind he is cursing himself like never before when he feels how his body is craving to be touched again.

"Yeosang. It was just sex, it's not a big deal," San says, standing right in front of Yeosang.

"I-I know that! But I've never tried this before. Sex without feelings... And it just frustrates me that I... I liked it..." Still avoiding eye contact, Yeosang nervously tugs the ends of his sleeves, doing his best to keep his eyes on the floor and no where near San's gorgeous face.

"If you liked it, then what's the problem?" San leans in closer, his lips brushing Yeosang's ear.

"I... I just... Told you..." the quiet mumble that leaves Yeosang's lips are soon drowned when San lays his fingers underneath Yeosang's chin and finally makes their eyes meet.

Looking into San's dark eyes, Yeosang sees nothing but lust. And he, himself also feels nothing but lust. Would it be so bad to give in, just one more time?

"Would it help if..." San's voice deepens as he leans in even closer; their lips almost touching when he breathes out the next words, "... if I told you how amazing you were that night? I can't stop thinking about it, it's driving me mad. I thought I could fight it, but seeing you at work yesterday..."

"Didn't stop you from having sex with that girl in the bathroom though," Yeosang scoffs, trying to break free from the intense eye contact that is making his head spin. It's not that he actually cares that San is sleeping with other people though, it was purely a weak attempt to change the subject.

"She was nothing, compared to you," San whispers. His hands are suddenly on Yeosang's hips, pulling him up to sit on the edge of the desk he has been leaning against.

Yeosang lets go of a surprised whimper when it happens, but he doesn't complain besides that. San's hands are slowly moving from Yeosang's hips to his thighs, gradually pushing his legs apart to make room to stand between them. Yeosang has to swallow the moan that tries to escape when he feels San's thumbs move around in circles against his inner thighs.

"S-san..." he gasps when the touches intensify, and he has to give in and wrap his arms around San's neck.

Their lips keep dancing around in front of each other, without actually touching yet, but their warm breaths are flowing together while they stand so close.

"I love it when you say my name like that," San smirks, gently biting Yeosang's lower lip although only for a brief moment, leaving Yeosang longing for more.

It is way too late for Yeosang to think rationally at this point. All he wants is to give in completely to his desire, and maybe San is right. Yeosang liked having sex with him, so what is the problem really? And as he looks into San's eyes, as he feels his touch again – Yeosang can't really seem to find an answer to that question.

Pulling San in to finally let their lips meet feels just right. Only seconds later the kiss is getting more and more heated and Yeosang lets go of a few impatient whines, when San starts palming his clothed erection.

"So... Would you like me to leave, or would you like me to fuck you again?" San asks teasingly between their wet kisses.

"Just... Shut up and... Do it already," Yeosang's breathing is out of control when he feels San's hand slip into his pants, and how those long fingers wrap themselves around his already hard member.

San's dark hair is soft as silk and Yeosang runs his fingers through it multiple times before closing his grip around it, tugging it gently as San continues teasing him with his hand. When the warmth of San's touch disappears, Yeosang is just about to complain when he is suddenly lifted up from the table and carried to the bed.

Both of their shirts are thrown onto the floor as soon as they are lying on top of each other on the bed. Soft kisses and gentle bites are placed all over Yeosang's neck and his collarbones while their still clothed lower bodies are moving against each other.

Yeosang can't control himself anymore. He wants it so badly; to feel San inside of him again.

"S-San-nie... Please..." he quietly moans against San's lips. Just half an hour ago he would never have let himself get this far again, but it's too late to stop it now.

San lets go of a small snicker at Yeosang's impatience, finally about to give him what he is craving for. The rest of their clothes end up on the floor and Yeosang feels San's amazing hands all over his body.

"Don't worry, my little prince. I'll make sure you won't regret it this time," San whispers, and Yeosang suddenly doesn't mind that certain nickname anymore.

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