If anyone had asked Seonghwa about his sex-life, he would have had to admit that he'd never been the experimenting, nor daring type of guy.  He liked sex the way he liked anything else in his life: simple and with everything being under control. The accusation Yeosang had laid out, of Seonghwa being too much of a missionary with cuddles afterwards type of person was probably true. It's not that he didn't like sex, of course he did, but he had never thought of it like an intense, wild rush filled with dirty talking and fight for dominance.

This was before he had met Yeosang though. Something has changed within Seonghwa, as if someone else has taken control over his mind and his body, making him do all these insane things he would never even have dreamt of. But it does feels absolutely arousing to see how Yeosang, who always seems so unbothered and almost cocky, suddenly acting completely submissive by the words that Seonghwa breathes into his ear.

Everything happened so fast that Seonghwa didn't even think twice about what was going on. He barely even remembers pushing Yeosang onto the bed and before he knows better, all of their clothes are thrown all over the floor and their naked bodies are slamming against each other.

"Se-Seonghwa-ah... Oh... God..." Yeosang moans loudly underneath Seonghwa, arching his body upwards as Seonghwa moves faster, thrusting harder into him.

"Ah, y-you're so... tight..." The compliment coming from Seonghwa, causes a brief smile to appear over Yeosang's lips before he wraps his legs around Seonghwa, letting him move even deeper inside.

Both of their moans are flowing together into one, filling the room together with the steamy hot air around them. The feeling that rushes through Seonghwa can't be described with words. The way Yeosang's body clenches so tightly around him every time he thrusts inside is so mind-blowing that Seonghwa is afraid his brain might overheat at any second.

Had there ever been a doubt in his mind that he wanted to fuck Yeosang, it is definitely long gone. Feeling Yeosang's body under his own nothing has ever felt better, as if this amazing body was made only for him to feel.

Seonghwa feels almost high at this point. Yeosang's sweet scent, his soft skin, the way he moans Seonghwa's name just the second before begging to be fucked even harder; everything is so incredible that it feels like a dream.

When Yeosang throws his head backwards into the pillow, Seonghwa can't stop staring at the long, unprotected neck in front of him. Slowly, he lets his fingers run up Yeosang's long neck before covering his mouth with his hand.

Seonghwa leans in closer, sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of the younger's neck, biting and sucking  it so hard it might be even too much. A muffled cry is struggling to escape Yeosang's covered mouth, but he doesn't try to break free and Seonghwa doesn't stop nor does he remove his hand.

"Stop whining," Seonghwa growls, still with his teeth closed around the silky skin, and Yeosang immediately obeys him.

When Seonghwa unclenches his teeth, a huge red mark is already visible on the otherwise perfect skin.

"Not so smug now, are you?" Seonghwa leans down to whisper against Yeosang's face, tangling his fingers into the dark hair, tugging it as every thrust becomes harder and wilder.

Yeosang just looks at Seonghwa while biting his own lower lip to keep his moans quiet, which fails over and over again, to Seonghwa's great satisfaction. Seonghwa loves the way Yeosang looks right now, fully giving in and letting Seonghwa do anything he wants.

"Mmh, feels... so... good..." Yeosang gasps against Seonghwa's warm face.

Seonghwa grabs the younger by the hips to pull him even closer, causing no gap to be between their sweating bodies. Yeosang lets out a couple of endearing moans when Seonghwa moves around deep inside of him, feeling every part of him.

"Guess you were wrong about me then?" Seonghwa smirks, pleased to see how well he is satisfying Yeosang.

Before the younger even gets a chance to answer him, Seonghwa wraps his fingers around Yeosang's hard dick, jerking him off with a firm grip. The raspy gasps, and the way Yeosang starts to clench ever so tightly around Seonghwa is indicating that he is getting close.

Seonghwa tightens his grip while fucking Yeosang even harder, and from the sounds coming from the younger Seonghwa assumes he is hitting just the right spot.

"I-I..." Before he can even finish his own sentence, Yeosang arches his body upwards one last time before coming all over Seonghwa's hand and his own stomach.

The sight of this alone would be enough for Seonghwa to finish as well. And so he does, only a few thrusts later. Panting heavily, Seonghwa runs the fingers of his clean hand through his wet hair, not even caring how he looks right now.

All he cares about is how amazing Yeosang looks under him; a complete, beautiful mess.

~

A mess, completely wrecked. This is exactly how Seonghwa himself is feeling the following day, spending all Sunday in his PJs, ordering take-out food and not leaving his room at all.

His friends have nagged him to go out and get hang-over soup but Seonghwa excused himself with some assignments he had to finish. He knows that even if he got marinated in hang-over soup it wouldn't help his messed up mind anyway. His body has been feeling exhausted all day, but his brain is working on overdrive.

To Seonghwa's great surprise they ended up having sex twice last night. Seonghwa had just come back from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, and was about to put on his clothes when Yeosang had almost attacked him with hungry kisses. It didn't take long for both of them to be turned on again, and Seonghwa didn't even hesitate before dragging Yeosang to the table and bending him down over it, to take him hard from behind.

The recall of Yeosang moaning his name is still repeating itself in Seonghwa's mind, both frustrating and turning him on.

Thinking back to the night before, Seonghwa is surprised how he didn't even have to time to worry what to do and how. Everything just happened by itself, and it had felt amazing. Something about Yeosang had made Seonghwa feel so comfortable, so relaxed. His previous experiences with sex had all been so tense without he had even realized it.

Just two days ago he would've thought people were crazy, if anyone had told him sex could be like this. But last night nothing had seemed too crazy, too vulgar or too wild. Everything had felt just right. With Yeosang nothing had been certain, nothing had been too controlling in a boring way, all that mattered was to just be in the moment and to pleasure the younger in any way possible. And Seonghwa truly loved how it felt to actually let go and just enjoy it. To feel free.

But the feeling of being free had vanished the second Seonghwa had returned to his own room. Instead his head got filled with a million questions. Why did he do that? What will happen next? Does this mean that he is gay? Will they ever talk to each other again?

Seonghwa has thrown his body onto the bed and that is where he stays all the way till Monday morning.

~

But Monday morning he looks just as perfect as any other day, as he walks towards the auditorium for his first lecture. Hair pushed back, shirt neatly tucked into his pants, coffee in hand. The world doesn't need to know that he is falling apart on the inside.

On his way home from the last lecture of the day, Seonghwa bumps into Wooyoung who happens to have multiple questions which Seonghwa does his best to answers despite being absolutely drained.

Just as they are about to part ways Yeosang shows up to meet with Wooyoung. Feeling a bit nervous about whether to ignore him or not, Seonghwa looks at Yeosang for approximately four seconds before coming to the conclusion that they are in fact going to ignore each other. Yeosang doesn't look at him, not even for one second, when he catches up with his blonde friend.

"Hey, sorry I'm late!" Yeosang says, unwillingly returning Wooyoung's bro fist. Seonghwa turns to walk away, but manages to catch Wooyoung's next words, which instantly lifts his mood.

"Holy shit, Yeosang! What the fuck?" Wooyoung exclaims loudly. "What happened to your neck? You never let anyone put any marks on you?!"

Walking away from the two, Seonghwa can't help but smile when he hears that declaration, especially when he thinks back on how Yeosang had actually asked him to do it that night, on their way home from the convenience store.

~

The text cursor is blinking at the start of the blank Word document. It must have blinked at least a million times while Seonghwa has been staring at it. His hands are lying lifelessly on each side of the laptop, but he can't seem to move them and start typing. The lovely smell of the fried chicken he picked up on his way home is filling the room, but even eating seems difficult right now as he hasn't touched it at all.

As soon as he was alone again he could let go of the perfect façade that lies to everyone and himself that his life is perfect and that he has everything under control.

Maybe, just maybe, Yeosang had been right again. Maybe Seonghwa couldn't handle sleeping with him. Maybe it was all a big mistake. And maybe he is going to end all fucked up because of it, if he isn't already there.

The thoughts are blending together in a giant mess in his head, but the biggest worry is the aching realization of the fact that it was a one-time thing and the incredible feeling of Yeosang's body against his own will never happen again.

A hesitant knock on the door disturbs his darkening thoughts and he unwillingly gets up from his chair, not even worried about his appearance. With a sigh he opens the door, but the sight awaiting him is instantly wakening from the slump he has been stuck in the last couple of hours.

"Hey..." Yeosang's greeting is short as always.

"Hi..."

"Listen... I just want to apologize for being so judgmental and having so many assumptions about you. I get that it annoyed you, and I was obviously wrong. So..."

"It's fine," Seonghwa says, leaning against the doorframe, "But why are you here? I thought we were going to ignore each other now. I mean, isn't that what you do?"

A smirk appears on Yeosang's pink lips as he looks up and meets Seonghwa's eyes. He brushes his dark hair away from his face, eyes still staring intensely into Seonghwa's, straight into his soul.

"I must say, I quite like this side of you," Yeosang smiles, biting his lip. A simple move that causes Seonghwa's mind to go absolutely crazy. "So unconcerned, almost on the edge to being rude. You sure are full of surprises, aren't you?"

Seonghwa just can't take his eyes off of him, his beautiful face, those soft lips, and when Yeosang takes a step forward and stands so close they can without touching yet, it's hard for him not to pull the younger into his arms and drag him straight into bed. Looking at Yeosang, he feels an immense, wild craving rush through him, one he has never felt before.

"So... I should get going. Okay, see you..." Yeosang suddenly turns around, about to walk away but Seonghwa isn't going to let him leave like that. He wants to make him stay.

"Wait... Did you... Eat dinner yet?"

"No... Why?"

"I... I have some fried chicken and way too much for me to finish alone."

"Why did you order that much then?"

"Do you want the chicken or not?"

Yeosang purses his lips, clearly thinking hard about this otherwise simple question. But both of them know there's more to it than that.

"Okay, sure. I'm actually starving so..." he finally responds.

He sends Seonghwa a lingering stare as he passes by him and walks through the door to the dorm room, and Seonghwa suddenly feels like he is starving too.

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A/N: Jesus that was a long chapter lol

I hope it goes without saying, but just in case; yes they used protection I just (obviously) skipped the first 'prepping part' 🙈 stay safe & always remember to use protection everyone! 👌

See you in the next chapter ~ ❤️