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The sun was blinding him, abruptly sitting right in his face: the temperature had just hit forty three degrees Celsius when his car stopped working, leaving him hot and alone in the middle of nowhere.
«You wouldn't fucking believe!» Seungkwan groaned on the phone to Hansol - thirty minutes after he tried to make his car work again - before explaining to his best friend what had just happened to him.
«Yeah man, that sucks».
Seungkwan groaned again, louder, sliding with his back on the car and his ass now on the burning concrete of the street floor.
«That's it?! That's all you're going to say to help me?!».
«What would you want me to do, man? I'm in New York City now, and you're somewhere in South Korea - plus, I don't even know how to drive, let alone how to adjust a car».
Seungkwan sighed, running a hand over his sweaty face.
«Fair point» he mumbled «... Let me see if I can get a tow truck to come pick me up, I guess that's the only thing I can actually do right now».
«Wise choice. Let me know how it goes, okay?».
«Yeah, yeah - sure. Love you, bye».
«Love you too, stay safe».
They hung up together; Seungkwan sighed, standing up before looking on the internet for the closest tow truck service around.
Fo rty kilometres away from you.
«Fucking fantastic!» he almost slammed his phone on the floor from how angry that sentence made him.
The other services were even more far away so he sighed, pressing on the underlined phone number, waiting for someone to pick up the phone and answer his call for help.
«East street service, Seungcheol's answering».
«Hi-i, u-uh, hello...» Seungkwan mumbled, his anger outshined by his shyness «I'm-, I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, around forty kilometres from your office... I-, I don't know how to-to be more specific...».
The man on the other side of the phone sighed deeply, making Seungkwan blush in embarrassment.
«... I'll save your phone number so that I can text you and let you send me your real time position, your name and your license plate number , okay?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly before realising the man couldn't see him.
«Yeah I-, that's fine by me».
«Good. See you later».
The mechanic - Seungcheol - did text him just a minute later: Seungkwan sent him his location before deciding to get back in the car and wait for him there, even though the air conditioning too was broken.
Worst day ever to decide to go South in his car.
The tow truck arrived around thirty minutes later: Seungkwan had already finished his last bottle of water by that time and was about to pass out on the steering wheel.
He didn't know which heavenly strength possessed him to hop off the seat and reach the mechanic - but he did, and he got starstruck by the vision of the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
«You must be Boo Seungkwan, right?».
His voice is so nice. So deep. He thought, looking at him without answering.
The man raised one of his thick brows, and Seungkwan felt his stomach flip at that.
He looks so hot with his brow raised. I bet cockiness looks good on him.
Seungcheol sighed, before getting a step forward: at that, Seungkwan's knees wobbled, failing him and making him fall to the ground.
«Woah! Hey-, are you okay?!» Seungcheol kneeled down next to him, lifting his head and resting it on his thigh «... Oh my God, you're burning like hell» he said, running a hand through Seungkwan's sweaty face «can you hear me? Can you see me?».
Seungkwan's vision was blurry and all he could hear was slurred words: he felt his head pulsing and spinning.
«How long have you been here?» the man asked, picking him up with insane ease.
If Seungkwan wasn't about to pass out from a sunstroke, he would have shamelessly moaned out loud at that display of strength.
«I... don't... know...?» he mumbled, throat dry and lips chapped.
The man sighed, bringing him to his truck, sitting him down on the passenger seat; then, he fetched the cold bottle of water he had with him and opened it, using some water to wet a towel and run it through Seungkwan's face and neck.
«Here, drink some water» he rested his hand on Seungkwan's nape, using the other one to help him drink from the bottle «better?».
Seungkwan nodded slowly, looking at him.
«... thank you...».
Seungcheol sighed, leaving the bottle to him.
«Stay here and rest, I'll go take a look at your car».
Seungkwan could only nod slowly, watching that hot man hop off his huge truck and go check out his useless car.
He didn't even realise he actually fell asleep for around an hour until Seungcheol got back into his seat, starting the engine.
«M-my-, my car...?» he mumbled, confused.
«In the back. The timing belt is broken, you need to change it if you want that thing to work again».
Seungkwan chuckled at that thing.
«It might be old but it's still all I can afford» he mumbled weakly, resting his head against the cool window.
Seungcheol smiled.
«Changing the timing belt is going to cost you more than a new - used - car would, honestly».
«Still, it's a present from my parents. I won't discard it this easily».
The mechanic shrugged, looking at him for a mere second before focusing back on the street.
«How are you feeling, though? You passed out the moment I arrived. You scared me, boy».
Seungkwan stretched out his sore limbs, before sighing heavily.
«Much better. I just learned to never stress out in such hot weather».
Seungcheol let out an earthy laugh, smiling from ear to ear.
What a beautiful smile. Does he look at his lover like that? God, I'm so jealous.
Seungkwan blushed at his own thoughts.
You don't even know this man! Why are you thinking such things?! Have some shame! You're not this easy, Boo Seungkwan!
«Easier said than done, my friend» Seungcheol still smiled, amused «anyway, we should also recharge your air conditioning. You can't drive in such hot weather with no cool air to sustain you, you could risk another sunstroke».
«Mm, you're right» Seungkwan nodded «... is it going to cost me a lot?».
«We'll see».
Seungkwan rolled his eyes at that answer.
«What do you mean "we'll see"? Don't you have a base price for that?».
Seungcheol didn't answer his question, making him boil with annoyance.
«Hey! I'm talking with you!».
«Be nice with the man who saved your life and is driving you to a safe place for free».
Seungkwan shut up at that.
«Good boy».
How did he call me?! Seungkwan looked at him with big, astonished eyes.
Seungcheol pretended not to notice: he rather decided to start the radio, whistling along some trot song Seungkwan was sure his own dad knew by heart.
The rest of the ride was silent: they arrived at Seungcheol's office thirty minutes later.
«You can rest here while I load your air conditioning. For the timing belt, we have to wait until tomorrow or the day after. I have to order the piece».
Seungkwan went pale at that.
I already have to pay this man, how can I afford a place to sleep too?! Do I look fucking rich in his eyes?!
«Do you-, uh-, do you know a cheap place I-, I can stay at, near-, near your office?» he scratched his neck, blushing in embarrassment.
«Yeah - if you want to get robbed and assaulted, you can go to that crusty place behind me» he pointed with his thumb in the direction of a dirty Motel standing just on the other side of the street.
Seungkwan eagerly shook his head.
«May I-, is it a problem if I sleep in my own car? I promise-, I promise I won't touch anything! I swear!» he clasped his hands together, desperate.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, amused.
«None of that is needed - you can come at mines. I have a spare room you can use for the night».
Seungkwan got wary of his proposition.
«Do you want me to pay you rent for the night?».
Seungcheol scoffed, offended.
«If I wanted the money I would have made you pay for the gasoline I had to use to come rescue you - still, I didn't write it down on your parcel. Not everyone is a piece of shit, Mr. Boo Seungkwan».
Seungkwan blushed even more.
«Sorry I-, it's just that-, that you're so kind it's... it's weird-, I-I mean! It's unusual in this era and age...».
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, shrugging.
«Cross my heart and hope to die if everything I told you was a lie, uhm?».
Seungkwan nodded meekly.
«Good - come sit there, there's no other cleaned space where you can rest at» he pointed to a chair next to a messy desk.
Seungkwan timidly went to sit down on it, looking around the place: it had a rather small office but a very huge parking lot; also, it had a big room full of all the things Seungcheol needed for his job.
Seungkwan was completely ignorant about everything that competed in mechanics, so he just sat there, observing Seungcheol in silence.
«You're lucky this thing still works» the man grunted, looking at the engine «the brake pads are worn out and the oil is splattered everywhere. You didn't notice your car making weird sounds?».
«I thought they were normal since it's old and worn out» he admitted feebly, looking down the moment Seungcheol raised his brow at him, before shaking his head, thick lips straining in a disappointed line.
«No wonder you got stuck in the middle of nowhere, this poor thing was screaming for help» he turned to look at Seungkwan «a car is like a child, you must take care of it and bring it to the "doctor" the moment it doesn't feel - in this case, works - well. Got it?».
Head still down, Seungkwan nodded eagerly once again.
«Yes I-, I'm sorry I-, I-I'll be more careful from now on...».
Seungcheol cleaned off his now greasy hands on a worn out towel before walking in Seungkwan's direction, smiling smug when the boy sat up straight, looking at him almost as if he was scared.
Cute little thing. I want to eat you whole.
«Scoot over a little, please, I need to get my job phone from that closet».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly, scooting over as requested.
«You're good at following orders, aren't you?».
Seungkwan scoffed, blushing, looking away.
«I'm not a child» he mumbled «you-, you asked politely and I just-, just reciprocated the politeness. That's all» he looked down at his hands, too shy to look up at Seungcheol's big, dark eyes.
Seungcheol chuckled.
«If you say so...» he returned to the car, amused, while texting his most trusted supplier for the piece Seungkwan's car needed «though, I just think you're a good boy at heart, aren't you?» he looked back at him, a smirk painting his handsome face of a colour Seungkwan could only identify as lust.
Seungkwan didn't answer, hiding his hands between his thighs, looking down in shame in order to not let Seungcheol see his red beat face.
He's so annoying and yet so hot. I can't stand him. How could he be so sexy but also so arrogant?
Seungcheol put the phone in his pocket: then, he went back to Seungkwan, taking his head in both his hands to make the boy bend his neck and look at him in the eyes.
«I asked a question, didn't I?» he murmured, low and suggestive, making Seungkwan stomach burn in both anxiety and need.
«Y-yes» he gulped, looking at him with shiny, timid eyes.
«And what question did I ask you, Seungkwan?».
«I-If I'm a good-, a good boy at heart...» he mumbled.
What are you doing?! You should tell him to go fuck himself! Stop stuttering and shove this stranger off of yourself! You're not that easy Boo Seungkwan! Stand up!
«So? Are you not a good boy at heart, princess?».
Seungkwan had the audacity to straight up whine at that, making Seungcheol smile smugly.
«Do not-, do-, get off! Stop-, s-stop flirting with me! How you-, how would you know I-I like men in the first place?!».
Seungcheol didn't step back nor laughed at that: he just moved one of his hands to his hair, tugging it hard enough to bend his head.
«Get down on your knees».
Seungkwan didn't even process what the man had said: he simply complied, looking from down below with big, expecting eyes.
«See? What kind of straight man would go down on their knees to another man that easily? Who do you think you were fooling? I eat princesses like you for breakfast, baby boy».
Seungkwan never felt that much humiliated and excited in his entire life.
«You're a bastard» he just spat out, whining the moment Seungcheol tugged at his hair with way too much force «o-ouch! Hurts-, hu-urts a lot!» he brought both hands to Seungcheol's wrist, trying to get rid of his hand - failing miserably.
«Say sorry» he said sternly, no emotion peaking from his cold stare.
«I'm sorry-, I'm sorry!».
«"I'll never say that again"».
«I-I'll never s-say that again-, o-ouch! Please-, hurts a lot-, hurts!» he cried out,
«"I'm sorry Mr. Choi I'll never say that again". Repeat. Now».
«I'm s-sorry M-Mr. Choi I-, I'll never say-, say that again» he cried out, tears glossing his eyes.
He straight up moaned when Seungcheol released him from his grip - now gently massaging his burning scalp.
«You're such a pretty crier. It's so good seeing you cry, Boo Seungkwan» he smirked, using his free hand to go and collect a fresh tear with his thumb «beautiful, beautiful little thing» he murmured.
Seungkwan gulped, involuntarily leaning against his touch.
«Stand up, go back to your seat and wait for me, baby boy. I still have work to do».
Seungkwan obeyed right away, taking a long breath the moment Seungcheol turned his back at him.
What the fuck had just happened?
«... so, why were you on the street, going South, at such an ungodly hour?» Seungcheol asked from behind the car hood.
«I was planning to reach Busan in the evening. I just got a week off from work and wanted to spend my free time enjoying a new place» he shrugged «I'm always stuck in Seoul, I needed some fresh air».
Seungcheol hummed, nodding slowly.
«Makes sense - but you should have waited for the sun to set. It's dangerous to drive in such weather - especially since you didn't even have air conditioning».
Seungkwan sighed.
«You're right...».
Silence fell upon them once again: two hours in, Seungkwan decided to stand up and go peak at Seungcheol's work.
The man let him, enjoying his company.
«... so you did change the brake pads and loaded the air conditioning?».
«I also refilled the oil and cleaned up its mess. I wanted to check on the starter motor too and also the gear change. One made a weird sound when I tried to start your car earlier and the other was way too hard to pull; also, your tires need to be inflated, the sun deflated them a bit».
«I guess I'll have to call my boss and just ask him to directly deposit my next paycheck on your bank account» Seungkwan said, voice blank and eyes wide.
Seungcheol couldn't help but laugh at the face the poor boy had just made.
«We'll see that. If you behave well enough I might just make you pay for the missing pieces and don't charge you for my labor» he pinched his cheek, watching Seungkwan's eyes get wider.
The boy shook his head eagerly.
«A-absolutely no! You're spending time and effort for me and I must pay you back!».
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, walking away to go and retrieve some tools he needed to adjust Seungkwan's car.
«You're talking as if I'm not the one taking this decision» he got closer to Seungkwan, smirking once again when the boy gulped, blushing «... does my proximity bother you, Seungkwan-ah?».
Seungkwan scoffed, looking away.
«Who gave you that much confidence?» he grumbled.
Seungcheol chuckled, using his cleaner hand to squeeze Seungkwan's cheeks and turn his head around.
«You, the moment your pretty knees hit the ground for me».
Fair point Seungkwan thought, before sighing heavily.
«... I don't even know if you're older than me, though...».
«I'm clearly older than you, Seungkwan. You don't look older than twenty five».
«Hey! I'm twenty seven!» he pouted, offended.
«Yeah, and I'm thirty, so I'm clearly older than you. Satisfied?».
Seungkwan scoffed once again.
«You're annoying».
Seungcheol let it slide, focusing instead on Seungkwan's car once again.
Seungkwan pouted, crossing his arms to his chest.
«Don't ignore me!».
«I still have to repair your car, kiddo» he looked at Seungkwan again, brow raised «so, how about sitting prettily on that nice chair and let me do my job?».
Seungkwan just pouted even more, making Seungcheol groan in distress.
«You're such a kid - here, take this» he gave the boy his own wallet «go buy something cool to drink, the hot weather is getting on your head again».
«I-, I literally owe you a paycheck and you still want to offer me drinks?!» he squeaked, ashamed.
The mechanic sighed, resting his tools on his side before turning completely in Seungkwan's direction, looking at him in the eyes.
«If I make you pay for the drinks, how are you going to pay me for my work?» he raised one brow once again.
Seungkwan blushed, looking down at his feet.
«Right» he mumbled «b-but-, but it's still unfair!» he pouted again, looking up at Seungcheol.
«Then? If you don't want me to pay for your drink because you want to both do that and pay me back, what kind of solution do you want to offer me, Seungkwan?» he tilted his head, bringing one hand up to cup Seungkwan's chin in between his fingers.
«I-I-, I can do both!» he tried to step back from Seungcheol's hold, whining when he miserably failed.
«Are you sure you can?» he murmured, coming forward.
Seungkwan gulped, looking at him with big, glossy eyes full of both rage and lust.
Seungcheol couldn't help but find him extremely adorable.
«I-I am sure!» he found the strength to answer «Now-, now let me go!».
«Why should I, though» Seungcheol smirked, leaning enough to press their noses together «you're even prettier this up close».
Seungkwan narrowed his gaze, pouting.
«Stop flirting with me».
«I will the moment you stop looking at me with "bend me over this stupid car" eyes».
Seungkwan screeched, shoving him away with all his might.
«I-, I'm not looking a-at you that way a-at all!».
«You're not good at lying, princess» Seungcheol laughed, turning his back at Seungkwan just to go fetch a towel to damp away the sweat that was covering his forehead «... for real, there's a bar near that infamous Motel I showed you before. Go buy some iced drinks, it's getting hard working in this weather. I need to freshen up a little».
Now understanding Seungcheol's genuine need to rehydrate, Seungkwan sighed, nodding meekly.
«What do you want me to get you?».
«Some water and ice-tea. I don't drink at work» he murmured, sighing heavily against the towel.
«... Good. I'll be back as soon as possible».
«I'll wait».
Seungkwan got out of Seungcheol's mechanical workshop, grumbling about how annoying - and sexy - and frustrating - and hot - the man was.
He reached the bar Seungcheol told him about around five minutes later, grabbing a couple of water bottles and some ice-tea.
As he was about to pay, he noticed the cashier - a tall, pretty man, with shoulder-length hair and delicate hands - chuckling once he got sight of Seungcheol's wallet.
«Something's wrong?» Seungkwan arched his brow, annoyed.
The man shook his head even though he was clearly amused.
«Nothing, nothing» he suffocated a giggle «... cash or credit card?».
Seungkwan opened Seungcheol's wallet, looking for cash.
«Cash» he mumbled, handing the man a banknote.
As the man took it in his hand, he briefly looked back at Seungcheol's wallet before speaking up again.
«So, working for Choi, uh?».
Seungkwan tilted his head, confused.
«Sorry?».
«Isn't that Seungcheol's wallet?» he raised his brow, pointing at the wallet.
«Oh» Seungkwan murmured, looking at it himself «I-, no-, I mean - he's repairing my car. I'm just doing him a favour by buying these» he pointed at the bottles with his chin.
«Oh? A client? For real?» the man's surprise at him being a client made Seungkwan uncomfortable.
«Why not? Is it really that weird?».
«How long is he taking to repair your car?» he avoided the answer by asking another question.
«It's been a couple of hours, I guess - why are you so interested?».
The man chuckled again, handing him his change.
«Have a nice day, kiddo» he just giggled, turning around and minding his own business on his phone.
Seungkwan scoffed loudly, stomping out of the bar, grumbling while swinging around the bag which contained the bottles he just bought.
Reaching Seungcheol's workshop, he was ready to scream and demand answers from the man: his throat, though, went dry the second his eyes landed on the bare, sweaty, broad back of the mechanic.
Good lord he's so fucking sexy he thought, barely restraining a whine.
Seungcheol was bent over his car, back flexed and hands working on the starter motor: he noticed Seungkwan the moment he turned around to exchange one of his tools with another one.
«Oh, you're back. What took you so long?» he arched his brow, skeptical.
Seungkwan didn't answer - eyes wide and cheeks burning.
Amused, Seungcheol rolled his eyes, calmly reaching him and taking the bag from his hands.
«So?» he insisted as he opened one of the ice-tea bottles, chugging down half the bottle in one go.
Seungkwan scoffed, turning around, looking down at his hands to avoid talking to him.
Seungcheol put the bottle aside, sighing.
«Did something bad happen? Do you want me to go punch some bastard in there?».
At that, Seungkwan's eyes got wide, and he turned around, shaking his head furiously.
«No! I-, it's just-, the owner...» he mumbled, anxiously fidgeting «he-, he asked me if I was your new apprentice and laughed when I just told him I'm a client. He knew I was buying those for you because he recognised your wallet...».
Seungcheol groaned, annoyed.
«Jeonghan? Don't mind him, he's just an annoying fucker. He likes to mess with people».
«He asked me how long it was taking for you to repair my car and laughed when I told him it's been two hours since you started working on it. Why would him? What's his problem? He didn't answer my question, he straight up ignored me after that» he pouted, both annoyed and curious.
Seungcheol blushed furiously once he stopped talking, surprising Seungkwan.
«Jeonghan's whole being is senseless, do not mind him. He just likes to mess around with people, as I've already told you. Don't worry too much about what he says or does» he grumbled, turning around and going back to his job.
«Then why did you blush?» he tilted his head, curious.
«Because I'm annoyed. Jeonghan has the ability to annoy me like no other» he literally grunted «now, go sit down and let me be. I have work to do».
Seungkwan pouted.
«I don't want to sit down again!» he whined «I'm bored! Let me help you, at least!».
«No. Sit down».
«But-...!».
«Seungkwan, sit the fuck down, now!».
Seungkwan literally rushed to the chair, sitting down as quickly as he could.
Seungcheol sighed.
«Good boy. Now let me work, I'm almost done».
Seungkwan took a bottle of water for himself, drinking while observing Seungcheol's work - or better, Seungcheol's back, and arms, and chest, and abs while he worked.
It took Seungcheol another half a hour to finish his job: then, he closed the hood of Seungkwan's car, sighing in distress.
«Is it that bad?» Seungkwan asked, worried.
«How long has it been since you had this thing checked out?».
«I have never brought it to the mechanic, to be fair» Seungkwan blushed, scratching his head in embarrassment.
«Just as I thought» Seungcheol rolled his eyes before shaking his head, disappointed.
«... sorry...» Seungkwan mumbled, ashamed.
The older man shrugged, going to the sink to wet a new towel and use it to clean himself a little, in order to not dirty the shirt he was about to wear.
«It's closing time. Come with me, we're going to my house» Seungcheol just said before heading out of the workshop.
Seungkwan quickly followed him before stopping in his tracks.
«Wait! Let me-, let me get some things from my car first».
Seungcheol rolled his eyes; still, he threw the keys at Seungkwan, looking at him while the boy took a bag out of the trunk of the car.
«This will do» Seungkwan mumbled, before locking the car and giving back the keys to Seungcheol, who simply hung them alongside some others - which belonged to other clients.
They reached Seungcheol's car: Seungkwan felt a little uncomfortable being that close to the man in such a restrained place.
«Relax, it's not like I'm going to eat you - unless that's what you want me to do, then I can comply» he smirked and then laughed once Seungkwan scoffed, calling him out for being shameless «not my fault, princess, you look like you need a good fuck».
«As if you could help me with that» he arched his brow, looking out the window.
Seungcheol too raised his brow.
«Is that a challenge?».
Seungkwan turned back to him, tilting his head.
«What?».
«You said I can't fuck you good. Is that a challenge?» he repeated himself.
It was Seungkwan's turn to smirk.
Tops are so easy to rile up, their ego is so weak.
«It's not - it's a statement. I'm sure you wouldn't be able to satisfy me. I'm hard to please».
He let a pleased smile paint his face when he noticed Seungcheol's grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.
«You have to try it out before being that sure».
Seungkwan smirked even more.
«Oh? So now who's the one begging for sex? The one with bend me over eyes or the whining egocentric mechanic?».
«Hey! I'm not egocentric at all!» Seungcheol scoffed.
Seungkwan giggled, unfastening his belt in order to kneel on the seat and bend over towards Seungcheol.
«You're a huge whining baby, though» Seungkwan murmured against his still sweaty - and a little greasy - cheek, watching in amusement as Seungcheol gulped.
«You better get back on your seat before I pull over and fuck you so hard your screams would alarm the local police».
Seungkwan laughed, genuinely amused.
«You really think you can make me scream, big boy?».
«Yeah» Seungcheol answered, confident «taming brats like you is my favourite sport» he raised one hand, catching Seungkwan by the chin without even having to look at him «and you can bet that once I'll be done with you, you won't be able to sleep with others. You'll get addicted to this cock».
Seungkwan couldn't help but laugh at his crassness.
«Never got addicted to a man's cock, darling. I'm the one who's addictive» he wishpered into Seungcheol's ear, before getting back on his seat.
Seungcheol smirked.
«Let's see» he brought the hand that was once holding Seungkwan's chin to the boy's thigh, squeezing it tightly - pleased when the boy opened his legs a little, enough to let him rest his hand there comfortably.
Seungkwan naively thought the man would just rest his hand there and wait to come home to try his next move: so, that was why he jumped in place when Seungcheol's fingers moved to the fly of his pants, skillfully opening it.
«What-, what are you-, he-ey!» he blushed, biting back a whine when Seungcheol pressed his hand against the small boner hidden behind his boxer.
«My my, what's there?» Seungcheol smirked, pressing harder, getting Seungkwan to moan «Where is it? I can't feel anything here».
Seungkwan blushed furiously, ashamed.
«Do not-, don't make f-fun of me!».
Seungcheol smirked.
«My ex-girlfriend had a clit bigger than your dick, baby».
The way Seungkwan screamed, both angry and embarrassed, made him laugh even louder.
«You-, you-, you bas-, o-oh!» he bit back another moan, covering his face with his hands and whining, involuntarily buckling his hips against Seungcheol's calloused hand.
«Ass up. Get these things out of my way».
With trembling hands, Seungkwan obeyed, lowering his pants and underwear enough to let Seungcheol do as he pleased.
He should have been repulsed by the sight of Seungcheol spitting on his hand to wet his fingers - but honestly, Seungkwan was already so pent up he couldn't care less.
The boy bit his lip hard enough to draw out blood just to suffocate every little moan he was actually letting out.
«Come on, let me hear you» Seungcheol smiled, amused, wrapping his hand around Seungkwan's tiny cock «it's good, isn't it? To have a big hand like mines taking care of your little friend down there» he moved his hands way too fastly, making Seungkwan whine and cry and breath heavily in the span of mere seconds «so ridiculously tiny, almost as if it isn't even there» he mocked him «it's so useless, truly a pathetic little thing» he squeezed it hard, making Seungkwan scream and arch against the backseat.
«P-please s-slow d-down, please!» he cried, tears swelling in the corner of his pretty eyes.
«Why? Already too much, baby boy?».
Seungkwan didn't want to nod, but he ended up doing so anyway.
«So much for being very hard to please, uhm?».
«I-it's weird!» he whined «I-, I've never-, not others, I-I-...!» he couldn't even form coherent sentences anymore, too busy moaning and chasing Seungcheol's hand with his hips.
Seungcheol stopped abruptly, making him scream in distress.
«Why di-did you-...!».
«Nobody ever touched you there? Really?» he asked, genuinely surprised.
Seungkwan blushed while breathing heavily; then, he shamefully nodded.
«They-, they said i-it's so-so tiny i-it's useless to-to give it attention...» he mumbled «so I-I-, I've never fe-felt before ho-ow it is to have someone else touch you t-there!».
Seungcheol couldn't believe his ears.
«Oh boy, you're not hard to please - you never met someone able to please you! That's completely different».
Seungkwan hid his face behind his hands, unable to watch Seungcheol in the eyes after that.
The older man rolled his eyes before bringing his hand from his dick to his face.
«Take your hands away and open up your mouth».
As always, Seungkwan followed his order, humming the moment three of Seungcheol's fingers entered his mouth.
«You know what to do».
Seungkwan nodded even with his mouth full; then, he started sucking on the fingers, purposely making obscene slurping sounds just to rile up Seungcheol.
And it worked.
«You damned minx» Seungcheol groaned, shoving his fingers deeper in his mouth, smiling satisfied when Seungkwan chocked on them «lesson learned, my dear?».
The boy whined against his fingers, nodding, going back to simply wetting the thick digits.
«That's enough» he pulled his fingers out of the boy's mouth «lift your hips a little and open your legs».
«You-, you sure you can-, you can do that? Isn't-, isn't your wrist going to hurt?» Seungkwan asked, breathing heavily while following, again, Seungcheol's orders.
Seungcheol didn't answer: instead, he brought his hands down in between Seungkwan's legs, pressing one finger against his hole.
The boy hummed, embarrassed, before moaning the moment Seungcheol pushed the first finger inside.
«Hu-urts» he mumbled, gripping his seat hardly between his trembling fingers.
Seungcheol didn't say anything; he, though, stopped moving, waiting for Seungkwan to tell him it was okay for him to move again.
«... better» the boy hummed a few seconds later, then moaning loudly as the man started fucking him with that first finger.
Seungcheol would have died just to have a look at Seungkwan, but he couldn't as he was driving and didn't want to have them both die just because he was a greedy, horny bastard.
He waited around a minute before inserting another finger, smirking at Seungkwan's little scream.
«Good?».
«Y-yes».
«May I go?».
«P-please!».
So, Seungcheol started thrusting the two fingers harder than before, getting rewarded with Seungkwan's heavy panting and loud moans.
The boy had his head tilted against the window and his back arched: he was trembling, gripping the seat in order to sustain himself and keep the only possible position that was allowing Seungcheol to give him that much pleasure.
God, I'm so fucking easy. I'm so easy. Not even a fucking day has passed and I already have this man's hand down between my legs.
«M-more» he gulped, throat dry and sore from screaming «a-another one. M-more. Please».
Seungcheol didn't waste time in thrusting in a third finger, briefly looking down to see Seungkwan move his hips at the same pace he was moving his hand.
«Feels good?».
«S-so good~!» he whined, literally riding his fingers, moaning and groaning loudly.
Seungcheol looked back at the street, impatiently tapping the fingers of his other hand on the steering wheel: God, he needed to reach home as soon as possible.
He almost yelled in victory when he noticed his house: he pushed his fingers out of Seungkwan, making the boy moan in distress, and then he parked the car in his box as swiftly as possible, smirking satisfied once he stopped the engine.
Seungkwan was about to voice his disappointment when Seungcheol hopped off the car just to go and open the passenger door and literally lift Seungkwan on his shoulder, marching in the direction of some steep steps that actually led to his house.
«You're such a brute-, o-ohw!» Seungkwan squeaked the moment his back hit something soft but sturdy.
«Shut up» he murmured, getting on top of him: they looked at each other for a few seconds before Seungcheol leaned down, kissing him with fervor.
Seungkwan moaned in the kiss, lacing his hands in his black hair and arching his hips enough to rub his bare crouch against Seungcheol's clothed one.
«Need-, need them back» he whined, referring to Seungcheol's fingers, breaking the kiss «please-, please I was-, was so close~!».
Seungcheol nodded, sitting back on his knees: he took a long breath before freeing Seungkwan from his pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor without any regard.
Seungkwan spread apart his legs on his own, whining in pleasure the moment Seungcheol's fingers pushed back into him.
«So good, so good, so good~!» he whined, moving his hips alongside Seungcheol's hand, breathing heavily while resting his arms on the sides of his head «Your fingers f-feel so good! M-more, more!».
«If you can come like this I'll give you something even better than my fingers» Seungcheol smirked, using his free hand to hold Seungkwan's face «deal?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly.
«Good: let me see how you come on my fingers, princess».
Seungkwan gulped, weakly lifting himself on his hands: he then took a long breath before moving his hips, following the pace set by Seungcheol.
«Yes, just like this - what a good boy you are, Seungkwan».
Seungkwan whined at the praise, trying to go even faster: he had never come from fingers only, but he wanted to prove Seungcheol he could. He wanted that man's cock and he was about to do anything in his power to get it.
«A-another».
Seungcheol raised his brow, skeptical.
«Are you sure you can take four fingers, Seungkwan?».
The boy nodded eagerly.
Seungcheol shrugged, pushing a fourth finger inside of Seungkwan.
The boy whined loudly, trembling from head to toes.
«Want me to pull it out, baby?».
Seungkwan shook his head.
«Are you sure?».
Seungkwan nodded, sniffling as Seungcheol moved his fingers in and out of his burning body.
«S-so good» he whined «m-more, m-more please, more!» he lamented, moving his hips faster, trying to get Seungcheol's fingers to hit even deeper.
Seungcheol slid forward, making Seungkwan spread his legs a little more in order to make some room for himself; then, the older man pushed the boy on his back, caging him under his broader body.
Seungcheol smirked the moment he reached Seungkwan's prostate - causing him to literally scream and cry out in pleasure.
«T-there! There! P-please, p-please there!» he trashed on the sofa, desperate for release.
«You're so pretty when you beg» he murmured «you should do that more. Beg for it, princess» he stopped moving his fingers, laughing meanly when Seungkwan screamed in disappointment.
«N-no, again-, again!» he lamented «P-please, please! I-I'm-, I'm being good p-please-, please I-I need-, please!»
Seungcheol couldn't help but laugh, amused.
«Acting all mighty when you're just a pretty little slut looking for a good time» he murdered, mean on purpose «challenged me just to start whining like a little bitch with my fingers only. Pathetic».
Seungkwan literally gasped, thrashing around the sofa desperately.
God, if he was weak for degradation, in bed.
«Oh, what is it? Do you like me telling you the truth?» he smirked, using his free hand to hold him by the neck «Answer me, princess».
«Ye-e-es» he stuttered, throat hurting from screaming.
Seungcheol smiled.
«You're such a good boy. You deserve to cum».
Seungkwan started crying and sobbing at that.
«Yes-, p-please, tha-ank you-, thank you!».
«So polite for being such a little slut» Seungcheol murmured, choking him a little harder «c'mon, cum. Now».
Seungkwan wrapped his trembling hands around Seungcheol's wrist - the one holding him by the neck: he looked straight into Seungcheol's eyes even though his vision was blurred by the huge tears streaming down from his pretty eyes.
«Y-yes-, tha-ank you-, I-I'm cum-ming!» he quite literally screeched, before screaming and convulsing, coming from just Seungcheol's fingers stimulating his prostate.
«Yeah, just like that - good boy, Seungkwan. Such a good boy».
Seungkwan gasped for hair, sniffling, coming down from his high in between tears and whines.
Seungcheol gently let go of his neck, caressing it before bringing his hand to pat his disheveled hair.
«Feeling good, baby?».
Seungkwan nodded slowly.
«Need some water? To take a nap?».
Seungkwan stretched out like a kitten, silently looking for a hug.
Seungcheol complied, tightly hugging him to his chest, sitting the tired boy on his thighs.
«... feel so... good...» he mumbled, lazily wrapping his arms around Seungcheol's neck.
«Still feeling good?» he smiled, standing up with Seungkwan in his arms.
«Mm~» he just nodded, before whining «never... felt... so good...».
«Because you didn't look for the best and just settled for mediocre fucks, my boy» he rolled his eyes, taking a turn to his bedroom.
He rested Seungkwan on the bed, gently undressing him from his, now, dirty clothes.
«You too» Seungkwan yawned «want to see that sexy chest again» he murmured, bringing his hands up to Seungcheol's chest «you're so sexy~» he whined, almost as if annoyed by that.
«I have to admit you're quite the sexy thing yourself, baby» he smiled, amused «if you want to see me that bad get to work, brat».
Seungkwan scoffed, sitting on his knees before reaching out to undress Seungcheol from his shirt: he threw the thing away without regard before sliding forward to grasp the zip of the pants and pull it down.
«Let me see my prize» he murmured, wetting his lips «I've been a good boy, I deserve a good cock».
Seungcheol rolled his eyes, helping Seungkwan in getting rid of his pants.
«Suit yourself, brat».
Seungkwan eagerly got rid of Seungcheol's underwear, shamelessly moaning at the sight of the other man's dick.
«It's so big!» he said, amazed, making Seungcheol blush both in embarrassment and pride.
«Well, yes, what else did you expect?» he grumbled, watching Seungkwan lay on his front, both hands now wrapped around his aching cock.
The boy slid a little closer, enough to have his lips hovering over the red tip.
«It looks so yummy~».
Seungcheol choked on his own spit.
«Did you just call my fucking cock yum-, fuck!» he hissed, hand flying to Seungkwan's hair, gripping it hard.
Seungkwan hummed, lips now wrapped around Seungcheol's cock; he looked up at him, smiling with his eyes before moving his head up and down, greedily sucking his dick.
Seungcheol leaned against the bedpost, watching as the little minx in between his legs happily sucked him off - hands now resting under his own chest and legs happily, slowly swinging back and forth.
«So fucking cute» he cursed, breathless «so sexy yet so damn adorable».
Seungkwan pulled the cock off his mouth, breathing heavily and giggling at the same time.
«Thank you~» he rubbed his nose against his inner thigh, before scooting closer and going back to suck him off.
Seungcheol watched in awe as Seungkwan slowly took him all in his mouth, choking: as the boy tried to free his mouth, Seungcheol pushed him down for a couple of seconds more before letting him go.
Seungkwan coughed hard, getting on his knees.
«T-too b-big» he stuttered, trying to catch his breath.
Seungcheol got a hold of his hair again, tugging it hard, making him whine loudly.
«That's what you get when you're a greedy little bitch. Get back to work» he pushed Seungkwan's head back down in between his legs - and the boy moaned, following his commands.
He took Seungcheol in both his hands, sucking hard on the part of the cock he could actually fit in his mouth.
«You like it, don't you, my pretty princess?» he murmured, using his hand to guide him.
Seungkwan looked up at him, nodding once he freed his mouth again: he then simply started trailing kisses up and down the shaft, sometimes stopping to suck on the tip while moving his hand.
Seungcheol let out a deep breath, moaning the moment Seungkwan decided to get back into sucking him off.
«God, your mouth is so fucking warm. I could die like this» he gripped the boy's hair harder, moving his head rather harshly «go on, make me cum with your pretty little mouth, show me how much you deserve to be fucked by my big cock».
Seungkwan moaned around the other's dick, trying - and failing - to nod: he focused on sucking the other man off, hoping to get the job done as soon as possible in order to get Seungcheol to finally fuck him.
Seungcheol never took his eyes off the boy, obsessed with the way his cheeks would turn puffy and rosy every time he came back from the base to the tip.
«Pretty princess» he sighed, using the hand on his nape to move his head faster; he then decided to lift his hips a little, enough to move them.
Seungkwan had the audacity to moan around his dick, making him curse out loud.
«You-, you're such a cockslut - I'm the one being-, being sucked off and you are moaning? What a little bitch you are».
Seungkwan was sure he could come again just by hearing Seungcheol calling him names.
He couldn't help but stop sucking the man off, whining loudly and desperately humping the bed.
«What are you-...».
«I-I'm so close~!» he lamented «Wanna-, wanna cum-, wanna cum please!» he cried against his inner thigh, face hidden in shame.
Seungcheol blinked twice before laughing loudly.
«Come here, you damned cry baby» he easily lifted him by the arms, sitting him down on his legs.
Seungkwan shamelessly moaned at the display of strength.
«Sorry~» he whined «I-, it's just-, it's-...».
«Yeah, don't worry» he shrugged «I did pick up on your degradation kink, it's actually impossible not to» he raised a brow, making Seungkwan blush even more.
«You're so mean~!».
«That's because I was close and you left me blue balled» he pushed Seungkwan on his back, getting on top of him.
«O-oh» Seungkwan stuttered, embarrassed «I-, I'm sorry...».
«You better be» he once again tugged at Seungkwan's hair «open your mouth».
Seungkwan obeyed, eyes getting wide the moment Seungcheol spat in his mouth.
Oh my fucking God.
«Swallow».
Again, Seungkwan obeyed; then, he opened his mouth again, on his own, waiting for Seungcheol to do it again.
The older man smirked.
«So predictable» he murmured, before spitting again in his mouth, hearing him moan loudly «my pretty little dirty princess» he smiled, almost gently, leaning down to kiss Seungkwan on the mouth.
Seungkwan moaned on his lips, swiftly lacing his arms around Seungcheol's neck.
The latter's hands went on Seungkwan's back before going south, reaching his ass and squeezing it hard.
«Such a big, fat, nice ass, I can't wait to fuck you» he murmured, making Seungkwan giggle.
«You're one to talk» he brought one hand down to lightly slap Seungcheol's ass.
«Yeah, I'm big everywhere, I know that» he smirked, choosing to trail kisses down Seungkwan's smooth skin, starting from the neck and stopping at his chest.
He wetted his own lips before attaching them to one of Seungkwan's nipples, making the boy shiver and scream.
«Oh baby, you're so sensitive» he chuckled, amused «just one touch and you're fucking gone. So pretty» he got back to annoy Seungkwan's nipple, biting and sucking on it.
Seungkwan whined loudly, tugging at his hair.
«No~, not t-there!» he sobbed «I-I'll-, I will cum a-again!».
«Didn't you ask me to cum just five minutes ago?» he murmured against his skin «Isn't that what you wanted in the first place, baby boy?».
Seungkwan turned his head, avoiding his gaze at all costs.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes.
«Brat» he sighed, leaving one last kiss to the sensitive nipple before sitting on his knees.
He looked down at Seungkwan, admiring his beautiful, gleaming skin: he looked like a porcelain doll, with his pale incarnate and smooth skin; muscles trained but body still lean and soft.
He wanted to eat him alive.
Oh.
Seungkwan squeaked the moment Seungcheol laid on his back after lifting him up and resting his body on his own.
«Turn around».
He followed the order, giving Seungcheol his back; again, he found himself moaning because of Seungcheol's strength after the man lifted him by the hips and rested his ass above his face.
«I'm gonna eat you out. You have to finish your job down there though, or you won't be allowed to cum. Understood?».
Seungkwan nodded; unsatisfied, Seungcheol slapped him hard on the ass, making him whine in both pain and pleasure.
«Give me an answer with that pretty voice of yours».
«Understood!».
«Good boy» he smirked, before bringing Seungkwan's ass directly on his face - working on his still sensitive hole with his tongue.
Seungkwan moaned while leaning down, taking Seungcheol's cock in his hand and then in his mouth, sucking him as well as the pleasure he was feeling allowed him.
It was hard: Seungcheol's hands kept his cheeks open while his tongue was both licking around and pressing inside. It was maddening.
Seungkwan let go of Seungcheol's shaft to catch some air; then he gulped, going back to move his head up and down.
He was so focused on doing a good job that Seungcheol moving his hips caught him completely off guard: he screamed against his dick, clawing at his thighs hard enough to draw blood.
Seungcheol had also moved down one hand, keeping him still while chasing his high through grunts and moans.
Seungkwan felt tears blurring his vision and his head spinning from the lack of air: he started gurgling and choking trying to speak with his mouth full of the other man's cock.
As he was thinking about how absolutely pathetic would have been dying while choking on a dick, Seungcheol let go of him; quickly, he sat up straight, gasping for air.
The hand that was once on his hair moved down, now gently caressing the bottom of his back.
«You're alright?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly.
«That-, that was so fucking hot» he groaned, voice hoarse from the choking.
Seungcheol laughed.
«I knew you'd like that, you're such a freak» he said, amused, watching as Seungkwan leaned down and took his cock back in his mouth «suit-, suit yourself, I guess» he hissed, before moaning in pleasure as Seungkwan moved both his hands and head as fast as he could.
To distract himself, Seungcheol went back to eating the boy out, smirking at all the little noises he would let out those brief moments he wasn't sucking his cock but catching some air.
«Cum» Seungkwan whined «please cum, I wanna see you cum!» he opened his mouth, jerking Seungcheol off as fast as he could «Please~!»
«If you want-, want me to cum on your face at least let me-, let me see».
Seungkwan quickly got off Seungcheol's body, waiting for the man to sit down before going back in between his legs to suck him off.
It didn't take much longer, as Seungcheol had been on edge for almost fifteen minutes: he gripped Seungkwan's hair tightly and let go with a loud moan, watching as Seungkwan jerked him off, mouth open and pink tongue now painted in white.
He risked a heart attack at that sight.
Seungkwan swallowed everything he could catch with his mouth, letting go of Seungcheol's dick to sit down on his knees.
«You should have stick to water. Ice tea isn't the best thing to drink before getting your dick sucked» the little minx had the audacity to giggle while saying that, making Seungcheol groan and roll his eyes.
«You're so fucking annoying» he panted «I should stuff your mouth full of my cock all day long, at least you would shut up and I would be happy».
Seungkwan pouted, leaning towards him enough to steal a kiss from his lips.
Seungcheol wrapped his arms around his soft waist, caging him in a tight hug.
«So soft and beautiful» he murmured against his lips «I wanna make you mine so fucking bad».
Seungkwan giggled dumbly, resting his arms on Seungcheol's broad shoulders.
«Here I am, big boy. Once your downtown friend is ready to go again, you can do whatever you want to me. Want to make me yours? Sure. Make me».
Seungcheol left a last kiss on those beautiful plumpy lips before leaning towards the nightstand to fetch a condom and the lube.
«No need to worry about that, I'm still hard. It's hard not to be when you're around».
Seungkwan blushed, watching as Seungcheol tried to pick, with one hand only, just one of the condoms left in their box.
«I'm clean. Can you fuck me raw?» Seungkwan tilted his head, eyes a bit too innocent compared to what he had just said.
Seungcheol literally threw the whole package away - so hard it went out the door and landed on the corridor floor, making Seungkwan laugh.
«Guess you're clean too?».
Seungcheol nodded eagerly.
Seungkwan couldn't help but find him adorable at that moment.
«Perfect - how would you like me, Mr. Choi?».
Seungkwan giggled even louder when Seungcheol literally manhandled him, pushing him to lay on his back - legs parted and hands linked with Seungcheol's own.
«You have a nice ass but you're too pretty to be fucked from behind. I want to see your pretty face when you're gonna cum for me».
Seungkwan blushed, nodding timidly: it was the first time someone told him he was pretty rather than hot. He usually ended up fucking with men who only wanted to get a chance to put their hands on his pretty frame; being appreciated for his soft features and genuine beauty was new.
Actually, it was fucking amazing.
Sighing dreamily, he watched as Seungcheol coated his dick with the lube - using maybe a bit too much gel.
«Isn't that too much?».
«Once I start pushing you will end up thinking that's not even enough».
Seungkwan scoffed.
«Shut up».
Seungcheol smirked, amused: then, he lifted Seungkwan's hips with just one hand, before using the other one to guide his cock to Seungkwan's hole.
«I'm about to push in. Still sure you want this?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly.
«Yes, please, you can go».
«Okay».
As Seungcheol started pushing in, Seungkwan's eyes went wide while his whole body froze.
Shit.
«I-, n-no-, wait» he put his now trembling hands on Seungcheol's chest, pushing «I-, it's-, wa-wait! Waitwaitwait! T-too big-, i-it's too big!» he cried out, feeling his body tore apart the more Seungcheol pushed in.
Instead of stopping, Seungcheol put his hands on his shoulders, blocking him against the mattress.
«Stop crying and take it, princess. It's all for you» he kept on thrusting - not because he wanted to hurt Seungkwan, but because he knew it would have hurt more to go slowly rather than in just one go.
Seungkwan screamed, arching off the bed as little as he could, with Seungcheol's hands blocking him.
«T-too big,- t-too bi-ig! Hurts-, i-it's good-, so b-big!» he slurred incoherently, head lolling from side to side while his whole body convulsed.
Seungcheol sighed in pleasure the moment he bottomed out; Seungkwan yelled, crying and sobbing while coming hard, completely untouched.
Seungcheol couldn't believe that the boy had just come from him pushing in.
«Are you alright? Are you with me?» he asked, a bit worried, taking Seungkwan's face in his hands.
Seungkwan nodded eagerly, sniffling.
«I-it's so good~» he gulped, face red and wet with tears «s-so big-, i-it's so-o bi-ig!» he started sobbing again «You-, you're already t-there!» he couldn't help but cry loudly again, desperate.
Seungcheol blinked twice before understanding that there meant his prostate.
«Oh» he murmured, ego inflating as the realisation set in.
«M-move. M-move p-please» Seungkwan pleaded «cum-, cum i-in me-, I-I want it... s-so bad... so-so much...» he panted «big cock... so good...» he murmured, completely gone dumb thanks to the pleasure he was being subjected to.
Seungcheol kissed his forehead before resting his hands on the side of Seungkwan's head: then, he started moving slowly, watching intently all of Seungkwan's reaction.
The boy groaned in ecstasy, arching his neck a little.
«Good?».
He nodded again, lips parting to let some moans flow freely.
«Ye-es~» he whined «t-too big» he lamented again «too big!» he cried once again, trembling from head to toe.
«Want me to stop? Want me to pull out?».
Seungkwan shook his head.
«Wa-ant it. Want it. Cum in me» he whined, groaning in pleasure the moment Seungcheol focused on his thrusts rather than Seungkwan's nonsensical words «yes-, yesyesyes p-please-, please l-like this!» he panted heavily, eyes lidded and focused on the movements of Seungcheol's hips.
Seungkwan's long legs rested on his sides while his dainty hands reached his ass, trying to push him even closer.
«What a needy little thing you are, Seungkwan» he murmured, amused, as Seungkwan panted heavily against his chin «is it good? Is my big cock fucking you good, baby boy?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly, looking at him with big, glossy eyes.
«Tell me how good I'm fucking you» he gave one harder thrust, smirking as Seungkwan cried out in pleasure.
«So-so good! So good!» he hid his face against Seungcheol's cheek, sniffling.
Satisfied, the older man wrapped his arms around the boy: then, he pressed a soft kiss on his temple before going rougher with his thrusts.
Seungkwan screamed, clawing at his back - body trembling and head spinning from how good he was feeling.
«Y-ye-es p-please-, more-, more!» he found himself screaming at the top of his lungs - voice so high he couldn't believe it was his own.
Seungcheol just thrust in as hard as he could, leaving kisses all over his sweaty face and also on his pouty lips.
He tried to kiss him again but Seungkwan hid his face against his neck, whining and sobbing and groaning all while desperately kicking his legs around to try and bear all that pleasure.
«Is it too-, too much? Want-, want me to-to stop?» Seungcheol heavily panted against his forehead - being answered with just a scream and a broken sob «I-is that a-, a no?».
Seungkwan was so deep into his head he heard Seungcheol but was unable to actually process his words.
So, Seungcheol moved in order to take a better look at Seungkwan's face and be sure the boy was doing fine: he sat up with the boy tightly held in his arms, now sitting on his thighs - cock buried in him even deeper than before.
That change in position made him actually tremble from head to toe and cry even worse.
«My poor boy» Seungcheol murmured, kissing away all his tears «so sensitive... poor princess» he kissed his pouty lips «hyung will make you cum, okay, baby boy? Will make you cum and then-, then will wash you and give you some fresh, nice water. Okay?».
Seungkwan didn't even get a single word Seungcheol had uttered; he just cried, moving his hips to get more from the older man.
Seungcheol got up on his knees, holding Seungkwan tightly before thrusting hard, putting one hand on Seungkwan's nape to avoid him hurting his neck.
«Pretty, pretty, pretty...» he couldn't help but murmuring against Seungkwan's hot skin, kissing him wherever his mouth could reach «so pretty and all for me...» he bit hard on his clavicle, hard enough to leave the imprint of his teeth.
Meanwhile, Seungkwan was still unable to form coherent sentences, just mumbling nonsensical words, crying and sobbing loudly.
«T-too... t-too...».
«Big? Yeah-, yeah I know» Seungcheol panted, smiling, amused «is it too big or are you just too tiny to take me, mm?» he chuckled, watching as Seungkwan's eyes looked at him for just a second before losing focus once again «pathetic little thing» he murmured, pushing Seungkwan on his back once again: he slid forward, placing Seungkwan on his thighs, and then got a hold of his waist before going harder and faster with his thrusts.
Seungkwan screamed, his voice now broken and hoarse; his hands automatically went to grab onto something, ending up clawing at the pillow below his head.
«I'm close» Seungcheol moaned, hips faltering from time to time «I'm gonna cum, Seungkwan I-, I will fill you up so well, baby, I'll make sure you'll be-, be so full of me».
Seungkwan whined pathetically, sniffling once again.
«P-please...» he uttered breathlessy «t-too... mu-mu-uch... c-cum...» his eyes rolled back «c-cum... cum... I-I'm cum-ming!» he cried again «O-oh God-, o-oh God I-I'm cum-ming!» he thrashed around, one hand now pressing against Seungcheol's chest «ple-ease I'm-, no-, no-, I-I can't!».
«Yes, Seungkwan, you can - c'mon, baby, cum-, cum again. Cum for me» he took Seungkwan's hand in one of his own, gently holding it.
Seungkwan shook his head furiously.
«I-I can't! P-please-, please I-I-...».
Seungcheol shut him up with a kiss before rubbing his nose against his, looking at him straight in the eyes.
«Cum».
Obviously, Seungkwan didn't cum just like that - though, Seungcheol's assertive and demanding tone made him feel even more turned on, helping him cumming for a tiring, absolutely satisfying, third time.
Seungcheol didn't stop thrusting, chasing his own orgasm: Seungkwan's legs spasmed a little as Seungcheol finally came, groaning in satisfaction, eyes fixed on Seungkwan's pretty face.
Eyes wide and teary, cheeks puffed and rosy, lips red and swollen : he was such a masterpiece, and Seungcheol was too weak to bear that sight any longer.
«You... you cum so much...» Seungkwan mumbled, now a little more coherent, bringing him back from his trance «... even... before... it was hard... you cum so much...» he yawned, stretching out his sore limbs.
Seungcheol sighed, leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.
«You're so annoying» he murmured, leaving a trail of kisses on the sides of his face before reaching his lips, kissing him slowly.
Seungkwan hummed, happy, resting his hands on Seungcheol's cheeks.
«... it feels good, though...» he moved his hips a little, making Seungcheol hiss «it feels nice being full...».
«Stop saying such things or I might snap and fuck you again» he groaned, annoyed.
Seungkwan giggled.
«Not now, I'm too sore» he shrugged, thumbing Seungcheol's cheekbones with his thumbs «but I can go for another round later, if you want to».
«You came three times and still want more? Greedy» he smiled, amused.
Seungkwan rolled his eyes.
«When the dick's good I'm always in for a couple of rides» he smirked, whining and pouting the second Seungcheol slapped him on the ass «hey!».
«You're a fucking minx. You're genuinely unbearable».
Seungkwan stuck his tongue out at him.
«Yet you still fucked me».
«Yeah, because you're too fucking hot. And adorable. I couldn't help myself».
Seungkwan smiled genuinely when he added adorable after calling him hot.
«I'm glad I'm that amazing because this was the best fucking of my life - like, genuinely. I want more».
Seungcheol laughed, gently pushing out of his sore body before picking him up.
«Let's clean up and then we can see, how about that?».
Seungkwan nodded eagerly.
«Sure!».
Needless to say - Seungkwan fell asleep right after their bath, too spent and sore to actually do anything but sleep.
The following morning, as Seungcheol drove them back to his workshop, Seungkwan couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance for them to keep in contact once Seungcheol would finish repairing his car.
«Something the matter?» the older man asked once they reached his workshop.
Seungkwan shrugged.
«Nothing important».
Seungcheol opened the door of the office before turning to Seungkwan, tilting his head.
«You're lying».
«Am I?» he raised a brow.
Seungcheol scoffed, reaching out to him: he grabbed the boy by the hip, pulling him to his chest.
«Something's upsetting you, your face is tense».
Seungkwan sighed, wrapping himself around the older man.
«Can't stop thinking about yesterday» he murmured against Seungcheol's neck «I... I really liked it and-, I really liked you. I... I don't want that to be just a one night stand. I want to try more».
Seungcheol smiled, hugging him tightly.
«Is that so?» he tilted his head, nose brushing against Seungkwan's and eyes glued to the other boy's ones.
Seungkwan nodded timidly.
«Yeah...».
«Well then - I guess we have to try it again, but maybe after a good dinner and some talk. How about this? Does it sound like a good plan for you, princess?».
Eyes wide and cheeks burning, Seungkwan nodded again, this time eagerly.
«I-, yes!».
«Good» he pecked his lips «I also guess you might not want to go South anymore, uhm?».
At that, Seungkwan smirked.
«Or maybe I just want to go South on you».
Seungcheol didn't mind seeing the boy drop on his knees, hands already on the flyer of his pants.
«What is it? Already needing a refill, Seungkwan?».
The boy licked his lips.
«Hasn't someone told me that you always have to check your car? Just found out it's low on gasoline, I need to take care of it, don't I?».
It was Seungcheol's turn to smirk.
«You damned minx».
Seungkwan giggled.
«Oh, you're gonna love this little minx, Mr. Choi».
Seungcheol had no doubts about it: he was already loving that little minx.