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During the journey, they didn't say anything.
Gun's firm grip around his wrist felt all too familiar. Goo couldn't help but remember the boy who had dragged him almost to the infirmary years ago. The difference was that now he could no longer pretend he felt nothing.
Outside, the lights of Seoul passed in front of the window one after another, momentarily reflecting on Gun's face. Goo averted his eyes before staring at him for too long.
When they arrived at the apartment, neither of them spoke. Goo barely had time to close the door before feeling Gun on top of him, devouring his mouth with desperation. He reciprocated without thinking, while both clumsily got rid of their clothes without barely separating.
Their coats were left lying somewhere on the floor. Goo's legs trembled as he felt Gun's hands unbuckling his belt before pulling down his pants. These got stuck around his calves, but with a swift movement, the younger one pulled them all the way down.
Gun's hand ventured toward his erection, caressing it gently. Goo held onto his shoulders, gasping at every touch. His eyes closed, completely lost in pleasure. He pulled his hips back, trying to retreat a bit as he felt the faster movements.
A squeeze on his glans made his head fall back, letting out a loud moan. Gun, pleased, pressed his body against the trembling Goo.
"Goo is so lucky."
Goo's eyes widened suddenly as he remembered that day from years ago. The same words he said on that day when they mocked him. They mocked his body and how "lucky" he was for believing he wouldn't go to military service, when in reality, he did.
Her heart squeezed as she became aware that she was with her first love, the same one who had broken her heart without knowing it. The shine of the ring on his hand pierced thru him again. Why now? He never defended him. He always ended up following the others' mockery.
He pushed Gun by the shoulders; he kept his head down, trying to calm down.
"I'm s-sorry. I can't do it."
Gun fell silent for a second; unable to contain himself, he let out a giggle.
"Why?" he asked calmly as he moved a little closer. "I know you liked it."
Goo raised his head so quickly that it made him dizzy. His pulse quickened at the frankness.
"What?"
"You came to the meeting to see me, didn't you?" Gun tilted his head, smiling slightly, almost smugly. "Even tho you don't have friends."
Goo pressed his lips together, frowning.
"Don't make me laugh!" he protested incredulously; how dare he expose him? That's how Gun was.
Before he could tell him to fuck off, Gun was already touching him again, sliding his hand over his erection once more. He moaned without being able to contain himself; his cheeks heated up and a drop of sweat ran from his forehead to his chin. Pleasure engulfed him, leaving him like a fool.
"I saw you a while ago, you know. All the time we were drinking." His deep voice tickled her ears. She felt his hand glide over her arm, lifting the garment, touching her skin directly. "Should I stop?"
Gun cornered Goo, pressing against his body. His breathing synchronized with Goo's. He looked beautiful like that, his lips slightly parted, letting out soft gasps, his damp hair sticking to his forehead, and the lenses of his fogged glasses revealing his beautiful, narrowed black eyes. And a noticeable blush on both cheeks and part of his nose.
I subtly swallow saliva, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"I'll do whatever you ask me to." He whispered just enough for her to hear, looking at her lips.
"Do you want me to stop?"
No matter how contradictory his actions were, a small part of Gun begged for him to say yes, to stop. That he would never see him again, and if that were the case, he was willing to do it. Because he knew it well. He didn't deserve anything from Goo. But seeing him again after years had given him the courage to approach and spend a little more time with Goo; that's why he wanted the other to say no, even if it meant risking never having a chance again.
Seeing that Goo wasn't saying anything, he was about to step back; however, he didn't expect Goo to launch himself at his lips with the same passion as in that alley. He took him by the sides and gradually lifted the older man's sweater to chest level. Firm hands held onto his forearms. They separated to catch their breath.
"Take off the ring," Goo requested, panting.
"Does it bother you?".
"No. Just take it off".
Gun obeyed, taking it off to then finish undressing.
The two remained kneeling in the middle of the bed, completely glued to each other. Goo had his back to Gun while he slowly traced his body. His lips traveled from her nape to her shoulders, leaving small bites along the way while he listened to her moan softly. One of Gun's hands followed its path to the older man's erection, while the other precisely prepared his entrance. First slow, careful not to hurt him, and when she found his exact spot, her finger penetrations became increasingly rapid.
"Gun," Goo moaned, leaning his head back against Gun's shoulder. Gun kept leaving marks along her shoulders, the nape of her neck, and part of her back. He wanted more.
Gun removed his fingers from her interior when he felt it was loose enough to enter. He kissed her shoulder one last time.
"I'm going in."
Slowly, he entered Goo, eliciting a sharp moan. When he finished entering Goo completely, he moved slowly and gradually; the rhythm of his thrusts eventually made Goo lean completely over the bed. Her cheek touched the sheets, moaning louder and louder.
Gun's penis went deeper, making Goo scream. The thrusts gradually lost their slow rhythm. The pace increased until Goo started to hyperventilate. Her gasps turned into muffled moans with a hint of pain. Gun leaned over her back until his mouth reached Goo's to kiss her, her moans stopped. His hands pressed firmly on Goo's hips while the sweat from his forehead and Goo's hands merged against the sheets.
"Goo..."
9 years ago: a memory of Gun.
Goo was asleep on the infirmary stretcher. His breathing calmed down a while after that pulmonary attack. Gun sighed quietly.
"Goo will be under my care. So you can go back now." The doctor from the institute told him.
Gun wanted to refuse, still scared, but looking at Goo more steadily, he ended up giving in, tho not very convinced.
"Fine." He finally answered and started walking outside, straight to the hallway.
On his way to the classroom, the memories from moments ago hit him like a storm, and it was no wonder. Seeing your companion almost on the brink of death was not exactly a memory he wanted to keep forever, but he did.
But he also remembered things he had never considered before.
I had heard from Goo's teacher and tutor about his lung problem, and for that reason, he had been exempted from sports classes.
He never paid special attention to it because he wasn't really interested.
He kept walking, thinking about Goo.
How the blonde had no friends, no one who remembered where his seat was during classes. And it was no wonder, due to his illness, Goo had to retake the first grade and, being surrounded by younger people, it was even harder for him to have someone. He remembers it well because he was part of the indifference of others toward Goo.
It was not his concern. Until today.
And precisely that thot made him stop in the middle of the hallway.
He was never really interested in some of his classmates; yes, he had "friends," but he never really cared whether he had them or not. But being a foreign boy with good looks, they were so common that he took the matter for granted.
He followed the others just to have some benefit, but also because he was bored. So he wasn't aware of many of his actions, one of them being going along with the passive-aggressive comments against Goo.
I didn't even know how to feel about it.
He shook his head, sending the thoughts away, and just when he cleared his mind, he became aware that his hand was still soaked with Goo's saliva.
He looked at his hand carefully. Goo's tearful eyes returned to his mind. Her red cheeks. The desperate gasps.
His hand in his mouth. Goo being released from his hand and as it was, it was covered in saliva...
She felt her heart beating fast, she felt too hot.
He doesn't know what drove him to take the biggest precaution of his life.
He brought his damp hand to his lips, his tongue peeking between them and his eyes closed with the image of Goo.
He pushed her away.
Frightened by his impulsive actions, he ran in the opposite direction from his classroom, entered the first bathroom he found, and clumsily washed his hands, the same with his mouth, as if he wanted to erase the evidence of his actions, but the taste of Goo's saliva on his hand wouldn't go away.
He wet his face, feeling the warmth; embarrassed, he left the bathroom, grateful that there was no one around.
He sat at his desk, once again in the classroom. Without stopping to think about the same thing.
In Goo.