His Non-Negotiables

When he was younger, he didn’t have a type–nor did he have non-negotiables. But he’s 31 now and had his fair share of love and men and throughout his dating years, he’s developed a… taste.

And what’s so wrong about it? He’s allowed to be picky–allowed to want and crave things that make him feel good. Sounds selfish? Jeonghan thinks so too. Does he care what other people think? Nope.

His heart, his body, his rules.

That’s what his dating years had led him to.

And while content on his current ways, Jeonghan wouldn’t mind if someone comes along to tick all his boxes. It’s been a while, after all. So maybe–

“Oh? Jeonghan-ssaem?” A voice disrupted his thoughts. “You’ve been staring out for a while, you good?” His assistant immediately started getting ready for class.

“Yeah.” He stood up with a smile and tightened his apron from behind. He owns a clay studio where he works as both the manager and instructor. It’s a small, dainty studio amongst vibrant shops and quaint bars. It hasn’t been long since he was able to put up his own studio, although funds were never the problem–it’s more of commitment issues.

But he’s glad he chose this path–to have his own space and mold it according to his exact preferences. He’s a person who likes taking control and he finds that in pottery, he’s able to exercise exactly that.

Those who come to learn from him seem to love him–well, that’s how he sees it anyway. He’s pretty outgoing, has a way with people and his words and he’s been told time and again that he’s easy on the eyes.

His assistant even told him that the majority of the students sign up because they’re lured in by him and well, Jeonghan doesn’t mind that. Why when it drives business in, right? Who cares if they"re there to really learn about clay or to just stare and hope for a chance with him? He’s going to play it to his favor but of course, not to the point of leading them on.

That doesn’t mean he’s completely behaved. Of course there was some dirty business here and there and some of them managed to bend him over the table or get him on his knees.

All in good fun.

But never fun enough for him to want to take things to the next level.

And to be honest, Jeonghan finds himself wondering lately if he’ll ever find someone who will be able to give him exactly what he wants.

–

“I’m sorry if this is too sudden, Jeonghan-ssaem.” His assistant looked disheartened as she bowed her head. “I really thought I could still work for you until at least the start of my last trimester, but the doctor advised me to be on bed rest because of how sensitive my pregnancy has become.”

Jeonghan, too, hoped that she’d be able to stay longer. She’s been very good and he hasn’t had someone this good since he opened his studio doors. She’s very organized, dedicated and actually keeps him in check, which Jeonghan is actually very thankful for. “It’s not really sudden, Yoomi.” His voice is gentle as usual, wanting to assure her that her situation is not at all a burden. Originally, they also planned for Yoomi to just have an extended maternity break and Jeonghan would welcome her back with open and very willing arms once she thinks she can leave her baby with her mother-in-law, however, this did not sit well with her husband so eventually, she decided that a resignation is the only way to go. “I’m going to miss you, you know that right?”

“Stop that, or I might just rip my resignation letter and give birth here.”

They shared a laugh and recalled all the lovely and even the most stressful moments they had. Jeonghan was definitely feeling sentimental and when they finished packing up, he saw Yoomi off and told her she doesn’t need to come in the next day. He handed her her last paycheck and a huge bonus and even congratulatory money for her soon-to-be newborn.

He watched as the cab drove away and in it, his beloved assistant. And probably his sanity, because there’s just no way he could deal with everything by himself. At least when he had Yoomi, all he needed to do was to teach classes, do consultations and be the face of the studio.

So it’s safe to assume that right now, he’s definitely fucked.

And not in the way he wanted.

God, he needs a smoke.

He heads to the nearest alley, fishing his cigarette and lighter from his pocket. It was dark but he didn’t mind. He always smokes here, especially when Yoomi announced she’s pregnant, and sometimes, this is even his little hideaway for when things get a little too much.

And of course he’s made out with some flings in this exact alley. He likes to be a little frisky every now and then.

He puffed out smoke as he placed a hand on his hip. Maybe he should cancel his class tomorrow and close the studio for a day? Just to sort out his next steps–maybe post a job ad online in the hopes of landing his next assistant quickly. Do they have to be as good as Yoomi? Well, Jeonghan prefers for that to be the case, but right now, just about anyone would do. He could maybe hire someone temporary while looking for a more experienced candidate.

Right now, he just desperately needs someone to share the workload and in the process, allow him to keep his sanity intact (or what remains of it)

Anyway–

“Excuse me.” A low voice suddenly came from behind him, making Jeonghan jump and clutch at his chest. He looked back but couldn’t make out the stranger’s face completely, partially due to the dark alley and his cap hiding most of his facial features. But he’s huge and could easily throw Jeonghan down should his intentions be bad.

Shit , Jeonghan cursed to himself. Is this it? Is this how he’ll go? Does his luck empty out tonight? Is he going to end up in the gutters come morning? But what about being folded like a cheap lawn chair? What about the nasty, disrespectful sex he’s been wanting to have? What of the healthy, loving relationshi–okay, maybe that he could do without. But the first two? Oh please..

“I’m sorry, but can I bum a smoke? I just–” the stranger breathed in sharply, “I just really need one right now and I don’t have enough to buy a pack.” and the stranger must have seen the panicked look on Jeonghan’s face, so he stepped forward, revealing more of himself. “I promise I’m not a bad person. I’m just really having a bad day.”

Jeonghan’s heart slowly calms down, now realizing the person in front of him is harmless. And seeing him better like this, Jeonghan noted that he’s wearing his army uniform, a duffle bag heavily weighing on his shoulder and his squared jaw clenching as he waited for Jeonghan to respond.

The latter handed his cigarette pack. “You can have it.” he continued to study the stranger, now being able to take in his whole look.

And damn .

Jeonghan immediately wished for this person to be bad, for him to press him roughly against the dark alley wall and have his way with him.

Because holy fuck–

Jeonghan shook his head. Damn it , the other person just said he’s had a rough day! It’s not appropriate for him to be thinking how nice it would be if the stranger would instead be rough with him .

“Do you mean it?” said stranger is now suddenly looking at him with puppy eyes. Jeonghan nodded, smiling nervously. “Thank you, sir!” the huge man in front of him bowed repeatedly. “I appreciate your kind gesture. I apologize if I came off as someone dangerous. It’s just that–I’ve been wandering around for hours now without a set place to go. You see, I’ve just been discharged–” he even went as far as showing Jeonghan his discharge papers. “And I found out that my roommate didn’t pay for our apartment so now someone else is staying there. I’m completely homeless.”

The younger Jeonghan would immediately feel bad for the other person. But the Jeonghan now–older and wiser, or at least, supposed to be, was feeling slightly skeptical because what if this is just a sob story? What if this stranger actually turns out to be a bad person? What if–

“Sir, would you happen to know if there’s any job vacancy around this area? Any job would do. I just really need to find a job and fast.”

Jeonghan’s skepticism grew. Because what are the odds he’d run into someone desperately looking for a job on the same night his assistant quit?

He gasped inwardly–more animatedly than he was aware. What if this stranger is a stalker and heard him and Yoomi talking earlier? He did say he’s been wandering around. What if he’s been in that alley the whole time and heard about Yoomi quitting? What if he wants Jeonghan to hire him and then he’ll do something terrible to him–like maybe rob him or steal all his masterpieces?

Jeonghan took a step back. “I’m sorry, I–” oh he’s so ready to run. Regardless of how handsome and delicious-looking this stranger is, the chances of him being dangerous have now increased tremendously and Jeonghan’s inner self is now in full panic. “Nope, sorry. I gotta go.” and then he excused himself and went inside his studio, making sure he had locked the door behind him.

Times like this makes him thankful he lives just upstairs so he wouldn’t have to worry about going out again.

He peeks out from the windows, wanting to make sure the stranger isn’t lurking out. This is what watching too many crime documentaries had made him into–a complete paranoid.

But then again, now that he’s completely relaxed and replaying his earlier conversation in his head with the stranger, he actually didn’t seem like a bad guy. A little suspicious–yes, and a lot of that is fueled by his need for a job and the authenticity of his sad backstory, but he seemed respectful and actually sincere. At least that’s what the look in his eyes gave away.

So what if—

Jeonghan sat near the door.

He’s huge, looks sturdy, young and an eye candy. He’s desperate for a job.

Jeonghan is equally desperate for a new assistant. And he absolutely doesn’t mind having someone that attractive around him–or rather, working for him.

Maybe he can work the back of the studio, do all the physically-heavy tasks and with a face and body like that? He could easily attract more prospective students.

What he doesn’t know, Jeonghan could teach him.

That’s right.

Jeonghan just needs to pray he’s not someone with restless hands. Or with ulterior motives.

Bricking himself inwardly for this very impulsive turn of events, Jeonghan unlocked the door and stepped out quietly. He made his way to the alleyway again, seeing the stranger’s hand from a few steps away with the cigarette trapped between his fingers. “Hey..” he made his presence known. The young stranger immediately stood in alert, even looked like he was going to do a full salute. “Shit, sorry, force of habit.” he straightened where he stood. “Yes, sir?”

“Uhh–” Jeonghan hopes he’s doing the right thing. “You mentioned needing a job, right?”

The stranger nodded frantically.

“Are you good with your body?”

–

Turns out, Seungcheol is extremely good with his body.

And he’s not a bad person–hallelujah!

In fact, he’s really nice. Even has a huge dog energy. Very easy to work with, learns fast and is extremely good with the customers.

Jeonghan stands by the door of the storage room as he watches Seungcheol interact with the students. Oh they love him, alright.

Jeonghan thinks he does too–but nope, not in that way of course.

But he’s been a huge help in the studio and not just with the physical tasks, he’s quite knowledgeable too–having been a university student majoring in business. He’s even able to take care of basic accounting tasks!

He’s definitely an angel sent from up above.

Plus, he’s nice to look at whenever the day gets too busy and Jeonghan runs out of his social battery. But just to look at–because he found out that Seungcheol is completely off limits (major booing ensues) because he’s young young . Like early 20s young. 22 to be exact.

And Jeonghan doesn’t play with young. Nope. Never . He doesn’t like complications, no matter how drop dead gorgeous his new assistant is. Besides, he’s tried dating someone younger before and while they do have more rounds and stamina in them than men his age, he found that they’re pretty shallow and immature– so no thank you.

Plus, Seungcheol seems to not swing like that anyway. Evident with how good he is with the girls. So again, no .

And besides, if he continues to prove himself an excellent employee, maybe Jeonghan can take him in as a regular. He sees the younger man’s potential and eagerness and hiring him has been one of the best decisions Jeonghan had made for the studio, nevermind exactly how he came to that conclusion.

“Boss!” Seungcheol called out to him. Jeonghan had made sure he’s not to be called sir–makes him sound old or hyung–definitely makes him feel old so they settled with Boss. “Mrs. Paik said she wants to have a one-on-one session. Should I proceed with booking her in?”

With me or with you? Jeonghan wanted to ask but held his tongue. “That’s good.” He patted Seungcheol’s arm. “I’ll discuss with her first and then I’ll let you know once we have an agreement.”

“Okay!” Seungcheol beamed. “You alright, boss? Need a cup of coffee?”

No, what I need is to get dicked down and soon, thank you very much. “Yes, coffee sounds good.” It will have to do for now.

Their day went by as usual and now two weeks since he hired Seungcheol, Jeonghan had grown accustomed to having him around. He found out that the younger man has a family back in Daegu, the youngest of two brothers and a third year university student when he decided to apply for conscription. He used to live with a friend who he entrusted with his savings to pay for the apartment they share, however, when he got discharged and went home, he was met with a stranger who claimed they didn’t know the person he’s looking for. The landlady came and informed him of the situation and that’s how he found himself homeless and in that alley that fateful night.

And now, here they are.

On the first nights of Seungcheol working for him, he discovered that he’s been going to saunas to sleep and bathe himself. That didn’t sit well with Jeonghan, so he offered for the younger man to stay in the studio, although having to make do with a futon and taking his baths in the common bathroom. Jeonghan swore he saw the latter’s teary eyes and if him turning away to discreetly wipe his tears away wasn’t any indication he saw correctly, then maybe Jeonghan should get his eyes checked. He didn’t make any comment, though, and simply accepted the younger’s gratitude.

Seungcheol is adorable.

—

“Seungcheol?” Jeonghan called from the main room where classes are held. “You busy?”

The younger man’s head peeked from the front desk. “Just finishing up on the accounting task, boss. Do you need me to do something?”

“Oh, finish up first.” And when Seungcheol did, he made his way to where Jeonghan is and asked what the older man needed. “Do you have extra energy?”

“Depends on what you’re going to ask me to do.” He replied slyly, earning a playful hit from his boss. “Well, I think it’s time you learn a bit more about what we actually do. It’s better if you know what your students are doing so you can guide them better.”

“Hold on, let me just change.” And then he disappeared to the bathroom only to emerge wearing a black tank top.

Jeonghan is suddenly extremely parched.

“Where do you want me?”

On top of me. Shit , Jeonghan needs to be careful to not let his speech and thought bubbles get mixed up. “Right next to me. I’ll teach you the basics.”

Surprisingly, Seungcheol really was a quick learner. He’s also pretty fucking good with his hands. He has good control and unexpected creativity. Jeonghan says the latter because almost everyone he encountered that had the looks and the body never had much going on in the brains (disclaimer: this is just from his personal experiences)

In no time, Seungcheol had managed to create his own piece. A bit lopsided and clumsy looking, but it is something.

Jeonghan was rather glad they didn’t need long to get his assistant up to speed. Because with him wearing that blank tank top and his muscles flexing every time he applies force to the clay, Jeonghan gaze diverted from their task to his huge, firm arms. He had to close his eyes and calm himself down several times (discreetly, of course)

Maybe he’ll tell Seungcheol that it’s prohibited to wear tank tops in the studio—you know, just to be on the safe side.

–

This won’t do . Jeonghan thinks to himself as he watched Seungcheol get his futon ready. “Alright, gather your things. Let’s head up.”

“Huh?” Seungcheol is obviously confused.

“I have an extra room upstairs, you may use it.”

“But—“

“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan leaned on the nearest wall, “This is me saying I trust you enough to share my living space with you. It will be winter soon and the heater here is not as strong as upstairs. We don’t want you freezing to death now, do we?” It’s been two months now since he hired Seungcheol and he never had any issues with him so far, so maybe he can be extra generous and improve the younger man’s living situation even just a tiny bit.

“But me staying here in the studio is already an inconvenience..”

“I never saw it that way, don’t worry.” Jeonghan smiled sweetly. “Finding a place to rent around this area would be impossible for you right now. Plus, it’s better if you save up as much as you can for when you want to go back to school.” Then Jeonghan went behind him, putting both of his hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Besides, it’s been a lot easier around here since you came. Let me say thank you this way.” And before Seungcheol could even form words of gratitude, Jeonghan was pushing him up the stairs.

Jeonghan’s house is just like an extension of the studio. Spacious yet homey. Neutral tones with pops of colors here and there. A lot of ceramics and sculptures on display—most likely made by him.

The older man called him to sit on the couch. “First things first, I want to be completely transparent with you as sharing a house is another thing entirely than working together. Before we finalize anything, you should know who you’re living with.”

Seungcheol nodded.

“I’m gay.” Jeonghan announced unceremoniously. “Not sure if you picked up on that, but I wanted to make it clear anyway. If you’re uncomfortable sharing space with someone like me, I’d understand. If you wish to keep your current living situation as is after learning about my sexual preference, no hard feelings.”

Well, Seungcheol didn’t flinch, nor did an ounce of shock register in his face so Jeonghan will take that as the latter being aware of his sexuality. What he didn’t expect to hear was—“I’ve been with men too, so I’m good with that.”

Jeonghan didn’t think he’d end up as the one caught off guard while having this conversation. “What—“

“Oh, nothing like relationships or uh—going all the way. Just— things . You know, being in the army and all.” Seungcheol actually blushed. Jeonghan wanted to pull up a chair, sit in front of the younger man and listen with so much intent as he interrogated him about these things he had done back in the barracks. But okay Jeonghan, calm down. That will have to be a story for another day.

“I see,” was all he managed to say. “Okay, next: I expect that there will be no questions asked when I bring people over. But, as courtesy, I will let you know when and if someone will be here so you can maybe stay out or lock yourself in or whatever. Just—I want you to know I won’t hold back just because we’re living together. I deserve some fun too.”

“I agree and that’s not a problem.” Seungcheol assured him. “I’ll also do the chores and cook if you allow me. I don’t have much in my roster but I could learn to cook what you like to eat.”

I like to eat big boys like you. “You don’t have to, but I appreciate the thought.” Jeonghan did his best to keep a straight face. “Anyway, I don’t really have much house rules, just that I like to keep my place clean so if you could pick up after yourself. Also I like my long baths so that’s something I’d like to keep having and I prefer to not be interrupted. My room is off limits but aside from that you’re free to use any other space. I hibernate during my days off so don’t even attempt to wake me up because it will not be pretty. Pantry and kitchen are open for you to eat what you want so please help yourself. Lastly, I’d like to maintain a professional relationship when we’re working, but outside of that, you and I could just be friends.”

“I’d love that.” Seungcheol smiled back at him. “And noted on everything else. I’ll make sure you won"t even notice I’m here.”

I doubt that but “Alright.” And then they sealed their new arrangement with a friendly handshake.

–

Jeonghan should have thought harder before asking Seungcheol to move into the vacant room upstairs. Because now this huge, beefy, delicious young guy is prancing around his living room in nothing but his boxers and Jeonghan’s self control is running thin.

It doesn’t help that Seungcheol seems to have become more touchy-feely since becoming housemates. There was even one time when he placed his head on Jeonghan’s lap while they watched a movie and it’s safe to say that the older man wasn’t able to pay attention to the rest of the movie afterwards.

And this should come as no surprise, but Seungcheol likes working out. Jeonghan should have known. Because now he’s forced to witness (hello sweet suffering) when the younger man works out in the living room, doing push ups or bicep curls or whatever.

So much for his ‘I’ll make sure you won’t even notice I’m here.’

Sometimes, Jeonghan wonders how it would feel to be headlocked by those arms–to be choked by those huge hands…and then he’s reminded that Seungcheol is 22. Red flag immediately flashes right before his eyes.

Damn it.

He needs to put his attention elsewhere because he could only hold back so much.

“Boss, can I ask for a favor?” Seungcheol called out to him.

“What is it?”

“Can you sit on my feet while I do sit-ups?”

Damn, the heavens really do be testing him lately..

“Just go to the gym.” Good thing Jeonghan is good at keeping a stoic face.

“I’m close to being done. Just this one last set, boss.” and it was wrong of Jeonghan to even spare him a glance because now he’s looking at him with those annoying huge puppy eyes.

Oh and the sweat sliding down his thick neck.

God, who even has a neck like that?

Jeonghan thinks it should be illegal.

He complied anyway and ended up sitting on Seungcheol’s feet, holding onto his knees to keep them closed.

“You’re making my floor all sticky with sweat.” He commented as his eyes traveled from Seungcheol’s flushed face, his well-defined chest and all the way down to his toned abs. His eyes never once finding the floor he seemed to be so concerned about.

Seungcheol laughed and plopped on his back, breath ragged. “Don’t worry, boss, I’ll clean it up. Thanks for the help.” and that signaled the end of Jeonghan’s close encounter with his beefy housemate. Boo, I want more! “No big deal.” Jeonghan got up nonchalantly despite his internal turmoil and went back to his spot on the couch, covering his face with the magazine he’s been browsing when Seungcheol called him over. His eyes rolled to the back because goddamn–

–

He seriously needs to get laid. Jeonghan comes to a conclusion after suffering (in the best way) being around someone so delicious, however off limits.

And what do you know? A solution to his dry spell came waltzing into his studio one day and he couldn’t be more delighted. “Kento-san!” He’s an old customer, a handsome Japanese man around the same age as Jeonghan and one who makes sure to visit every time he’s in Korea.

They’ve also been in bed a couple times. He’s absolutely lovely.

“It’s been a while!” Jeonghan greeted as they hugged. He did not miss Kento’s lingering hand on his back. Oh it’s so on tonight. He needs to make sure he informs Seungcheol because he’s going to get his freak on tonight for sure.

Of course that’s after he and Kento finish their class, because the latter is actually genuinely interested in his art. Maybe that’s why he’s extra attractive in Jeonghan’s eyes.

“Oh, Seungcheol, come here.” He called out to his assistant. “This is Kento-san, a regular of ours.” and then he introduced Seungcheol to Kento in Japanese. As it stands, he can speak the language fluently because he stayed and worked in Japan for a few years. Maybe that’s why Kento is also so comfortable around him.

“Can you take care of the other students while I work with Kento-san here, please?” Jeonghan put his hands together to ask him a favor. Seungcheol nodded and smiled back and was about to leave when Jeonghan tugged on his shirt and brought him close to whisper to him, “I’m having someone over tonight. You know what I mean, right?”

“Oh,” Seungcheol was caught off guard but understood it quickly. “Yes. No problem.”

However, it took him a while to realize that the one coming over was actually the customer Jeonghan was so eager to assist. Only catching on it when after several guarded glances, he observed the excessive skinship between the two.

Seungcheol’s jaw clenched tight.

Even tighter when he saw his boss being whisked away by the foreigner after work. Jeonghan had informed him that they’re drinking out, even extending the courtesy by asking him if he wanted to join them but of course, Seungcheol turned him down respectfully. He had debated with his inner self if he should also head and stay out for the night, give his boss some much needed privacy. But then he ultimately decided to stay in and just lock himself in his room, making sure he’s got everything he needs so he wouldn’t have to step out and put everyone in an awkward position.

He passed time playing on his phone, until he eventually fell asleep.

He was, however, woken up in the middle of the night with the urge to pee. He was going to be in and out, if not for the sounds coming from Jeonghan’s bedroom.

The trail of clothes shed leading to his boss’ room an added indication of what exactly is going on on the other side of the closed do–

Wait , it’s not entirely closed.

It’s kept slightly ajar–enough for Seungcheol’s curiosity to reign over him and to look in and see the older man being railed by his guest.

Jeonghan was pressed roughly against the sheets, Kento’s hand weighing on the middle of his back so only his lower back was arched so perfectly. The image of his boss and the sounds leaving his lips made Seungcheol bite back a moan, immediately feeling the effects on his groins.

He wanted to keep watching, but the tent in his boxers needed urgent attention. God, and he’s not even actually into men, with the only times he found himself in that position due to his desperation for release–some kind of friction.

But Jeonghan– shit.

Seungcheol dealt with it while replaying the sight of his boss being fucked into oblivion in his mind. It helped that he could very faintly hear Jeonghan moaning with enthusiasm.

Seungcheol wonders if he’d ever be the reason behind Jeonghan’s pleasured sounds. Maybe he could make him scream–or maybe lose his voice because he’s fucked out of his brains.

That’s a nice thought, Seungcheol concluded.

That night, he jerked off until he couldn’t anymore.

–

Jeonghan noticed Seungcheol seemed indifferent the past couple of days. Is something bugging him? He’s also not his usual golden retriever self.

He narrows it down to the need to have some talk over drinks. Maybe the younger man is stressed about something. Maybe he’s overworked. Seungcheol has been working very hard after all. He deserves some fun and relaxation too!

And so here they are, with Jeonghan settled on the couch and Seungcheol on his usual spot on the floor just in front of him. “Let me pour you a drink, boss.”

Jeonghan responded with his usual cute noises, noticing how maybe he was too quick to come to a conclusion because Seungcheol looks fine right now. Even perky, and that’s a good sign, right?

They talked about work and some random things. Until Seungcheol stirred the topic to where Jeonghan thinks it’s most dangerous–and all so suddenly. “That guy earlier looked like he wanted to eat you whole.”

Jeonghan couldn’t help but to raise his eyebrow after hearing that. “Did he?”

“Yeah. He was ogling you, too.”

Jeonghan laughed, alluring and soft, “I noticed.” and then he added, “Too bad, he wasn’t my type.” The calmness he had in him was suddenly in turmoil when Seungcheol turned and looked at him with full intent, “What’s your type like, then?”

You. Jeonghan wanted so much to voice that out, but again, had to hold himself back. “Let’s see.. Hm,” he says as if he doesn’t have an exact list in his mind. “I really like big guys. Not really jacked and all muscles, but huge and firm in all the right places. I like guys with thick eyebrows, even thicker necks. Heavy and can suffocate me with their relentless weight while we fuck. Someone who can and knows how to manhandle me, throw me around and plow me deep. To fold me like I"m paper and cover me with their entire body. A guy big enough to keep me warm during the cold days and sweaty come summer. Someone like that, yeah.” Oops , he may have said more than he intended to. He knows he did. Maybe intentionally? But then again, so what? It’s not like Seungcheol is completely innocent.

“That Kento guy wasn’t that big.” Jeonghan will choose to ignore the obvious bitterness that laced Seungcheol’s words. “He couldn’t even cover you, much less manhandle you.”

“Hm, that’s true. He’s an exception though because he’s good.” and he’s not going to comment–he really wasn’t going to, but the words escaped his lips before he could even give it a proper thought. “So you looked?”

“You didn’t close the door.”

“I may have left it slightly open on purpose.” Jeonghan said as he sipped on his drink. “I’m not sorry, though.” Seungcheol could only chug down his beer. “I’m not sorry, too.” Shit , Jeonghan hasn’t had tension like this in years.

Fortunately for him, the younger man decided to change the topic. Because they really were treading dangerous waters.

After emptying several more cans, Jeonghan decided to call it a night. He got up and made his way to his bedroom, fully aware of the younger man trailing him. His back hit the plush material of his sheets, and then a foreign weight landed on top of him.

“Seungcheol..” God, he couldn’t move the younger man even if he tried. “Go to your room.”

Seungcheol was draped all over him, face pressed on the space beside his neck. “Don’t wanna. Too much hassle.”

“I told you,” Jeonghan tried to shift under the other’s weight but failed miserably. Fuck, this is exactly it . “My room is off limits.” and he was going to whine some more, make it known to the other man how inappropriate this whole situation is when–”Hyung,” Seungcheol’s hot breath fanned the side of his neck. “Your type..” and then he felt lips press there, “Don’t I fit the description a little too well?”

“You do,” He giggled. Jeonghan’s not even going to deny it, because it’s true. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with you.”

“Why?”

Jeonghan noticed the slow moving of Seungcheol’s hips, rubbing himself against him ever so slightly. “Seungcheol,” his voice came in a reprimand. “Help me out here, will you?”

“Why?” the younger man repeated.

“I don’t fuck with younger men.” and then he added, “Not as young as you are, anyway.”

“Why?”

“Just–”

Seungcheol suddenly propped himself up, face inches away from the older man. “Can’t I be an exception, too?” and then the movements of his hips became deliberate. “I can do everything you want. Fuck you hard, drown you with my weight, bend you however you like, keep you warm and sweaty–all of those and more, hyung.” and then his hand took hold of Jeonghan’s own, guiding it to a place between their bodies–where his arousal is most obvious. “Am I not big enough for you?”

Oh Jeonghan could only hold back so much. Besides, Seungcheol asked for it.

“You are.” He let go of all his resolve, palming Seungcheol’s hardness and moaning loudly as he was able to feel his entirety. “So big.”

“Haa, hyung..” Seungcheol bucked against his hand desperately, pleasured moans leaving his lips. And as if the Seungcheol he envisioned isn’t exactly what he wants and needs, Jeonghan now finds out that he’s an expressive top? Oh he loves it when the top gets loud. “You like that?” and he’s going to tease him even more–maybe make him whimper.

“I–” Seungcheol swallowed a lump in his throat, pressing his forehead against the older man’s own. “I want to put it inside you, hyung.” Jeonghan’s eyes closed on their own accord hearing that, “I haven’t fucked a guy like that, but I want to–want to fuck you, hyung.”

Jeonghan wanted to remind him that he didn’t like being addressed as hyung, but now that he’s heard it and in this way–it didn’t sound too bad. Not when Seungcheol’s practically purring and begging to have his way with him.

“Hmm, my hand should be enough for now.” He wants to release Seungcheol’s throbbing length, but he’s afraid that if he does, he’ll completely lose all of his sanity and just go with it. “Fuck my hand like how you want to fuck my hole and then maybe i’ll think about it.” Seungcheol growled and did as told. The friction of him constantly thrusting against Jeonghan’s hand made his underwear slip down a bit, revealing his bulging head. Jeonghan pushed him up a little, saying he wants a clear view of how wet his cock has become.

Seungcheol kept moaning for him, panting as he dipped his hips and grazed his strained cock against Jeonghan’s soft and delicate hand. “I jerked off that night thinking of all the ways I want to fuck you, hyung. You looked so beautiful being railed like that. I wanted to be the one to do that to you.”

“I didn’t know you wanted me so bad.” and to show his appreciation, he molded his hand to get a better hold on Seungcheol’s erection, making the latter buck his hips in dire desperation. “Come on, cum on my hand. I want to taste you.” and that was it for Seungcheol to come undone, his hips jerking as he released between their bodies. His cum splattered all over Jeonghan’s torso, with drops even reaching his chin. Jeonghan raised his hand, filled with most of the younger man’s cum and sucked on his finger deliberately, slurping noises, tongue licking, all while keeping their gazes locked.

Seungcheol swears he could get hard again right this instant.

“Roll to the side.” Jeonghan instructed and then sat up. “Stay there.” He opened his closet and looked busy while rustling noises filled the silence of the room. “I think it’s about this size.” he murmured to himself. When he spun around, Seungcheol was shocked to see an intimidating hot pink dildo on his hands. “That’s right. About this size, girth is accurate too.” and then he unceremoniously threw the dildo on the bed and slipped off his shorts.

“Let me be clear,” he said as he climbed up the bed. “You are in no way to touch me. You’re only going to look. I still don’t want to fuck with a young guy like you, no matter how tempting the mere idea of that is. But since you want me so much and I know you meant everything you said, I figured this much of a show should suffice.”

Jeonghan is hard, too, Seungcheol felt it. He wanted to rub them together–for them to cum together. But it seems Jeonghan has other plans and god, who was he to complain?

The older man got on his knees, lathered the dildo generously with lube and then on all fours. Jeonghan originally wanted for his ass to face Seungcheol, but he thought maybe that would be a little too much for him. So he faced Seungcheol instead, his moan drawn out as he slid the dildo in. He didn’t need much prep, because just last night he was fucking himself with another one of his collection. A thought grazed his mind that that one must be how big Seungcheol is, what he didn’t expect was that he’d need that dildo’s bigger, much heavier cousin.

“Is this how you saw me when you decided to look in when my guest was here?” Jeonghan asked, although he was more than sure this is exactly how Seungcheol found him. Kento prefers fucking him like this after all. He eased into the dildo, gasps leaving his lips with every solid pump.

Jeonghan pressed the side of his face against the sheets, intent on seeing how this would affect his assistant. He smirked as he saw Seungcheol’s furrowed brows and his lips slightly parted, almost as if he would start panting just watching him like this.

“Turn around, hyung.”

“I didn’t say you could make demands.” Jeonghan licked his lips.

“Turn around, hyung.” his voice was rough. “Show me exactly how you want to be fucked.”

Shit , that just made Jeonghan even more aroused. He could already imagine just how demanding Seungcheol would be in bed–but at the same time so attentive and giving to him.

Well, this would only be a one time thing so fine, he’ll give Seungcheol a full view.

Jeonghan moved without as much as slipping the dildo out of him. A true pro.

He didn’t waste time pumping the toy in and out again, desperate for his own release. He was moaning and whimpering and then suddenly whining as he felt his wrist tire out. Seungcheol must have noticed this and how could he not when Jeonghan slowed down his pace? “Fuck!” His frustration is getting the best of him.

What a sad situation. He has a fully functioning cock ready to ram him on his very bed and yet he has to make do with this knock off?

“Let me hold it for you.” Seungcheol is suddenly on his side.

“Don’t push your luck.” but Jeonghan, regardless of how wanton he is, wanted to make sure things wouldn’t escalate between the two of them. Well, at least not further than where they are right now.

“I’m just going to hold it. I won’t touch you. I promise. Just until you get off.”

God, Jeonghan thinks it’s the sweetest deal he’s heard in his life (he is exaggerating).

He conceded when he let go of the dildo and Seungcheol’s ready hand was quick to step in to swoop it back in.

What Jeonghan didn’t realize was Seungcheol meant it when he said he was only going to hold it. “What–” he turned around with much frustration. “You–”

“Fuck yourself on it, hyung. I promised to just hold it for you.”

Oh this brat!

Jeonghan glared at the younger man as he moved his hips back and forth. Seungcheol didn’t hide the pleased look on his face–whether that’s because of his small win or the fact that he got Jeonghan to tap in, the latter couldn’t quite tell. Maybe it’s both.

“Tired?” Seungcheol is going to milk this, that much Jeonghan knows now. He’s going to rub salt where the wound stings the most. “My fingers are so wet because of you, hyung. The dildo’s leaking with your juice.”

“F-fuck, don’t call it that!” With every desperate rock of his hips, Jeonghan feels his thighs quiver. “Damn it, Seungcheol.”

“Tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, hyung.” Jeonghan didn’t realize when Seungcheol had moved to his side, hovering slightly above him. “Tell me you want it and I’ll thrust this dildo so deep in you, just how you like it.”

Jeonghan is going to cry. He really is. But not because of anything unpleasant, but entirely due to the fact that Seungcheol is ruthless. In the best fucking way. This is exactly the disrespect he wants in bed. This . And it’s for this reason that the next words leave his dry mouth, “Fuck me. Please.” He heard an undeniable chuckle from his assistant and without as much as a warning, thrusts the dildo in deep, pressing deliciously against the spot where he craves it the most.

And while Jeonghan wishes the one making him lose his mind right now is not a plastic cock, at this point, he’ll take whatever. It’s his own doing anyway.

Seungcheol suddenly shifted the angle, pressing in again. Jeonghan’s loud whimper caught his attention. “Oh, there?” and then he repeated that motion, confirming his curiosity. “Okay, hyung. I’ll remember this angle. Just in case my cock ends up in your hole in the near future.”

Jeonghan didn’t have words and could only hit Seungcheol with what little strength he had left. This action made the latter let out a soft, endeared laugh.

Several thrusts more and Jeonghan comes loud and trembling onto his own sheets. Seungcheol made sure to press the dildo in until the last drop of cum squeezes out of his swollen and spent cock, just for good measure, he tells the older man. The dildo leaves Jeonghan’s gaping hole with a pop.

They lay there without words as only the sound of Jeonghan’s harsh breathing filled the air. His arms are blocking his view, but he could tell that Seungcheol’s gaze is fixed on him.

Funny, the bed feels so warm with him there.

“So,” he tried with all his might to prop himself with his arm. His sweaty face settling on his palm. “Do you plan to pretend you’ve gotten so wasted and be all awkward about this come morning?” He had to ask because he’s good either way. If Seungcheol would prefer for them to never talk about this again, that’s alright. If this is just plain curiosity from the other man’s end, then so be it. Jeonghan is chill regardless.

“I’ve engraved every look on your face and every sound you made in my mind. I think I should be the one to ask you that, given how you’re so adamant to not cross the line completely, hyung.”

Oh . A man who knows how to use his words.

Damn it.

“Look, Seungcheol. I’m sure you’re an excellent fuck. I’m so sure you’re exactly who I want. But I’d like to stick with my morals–or whatever’s left of it anyway. It’s just..I think it’s better to stay how we are and keep our hands to ourselves.”

Seungcheol smiled–although a bit too sweetly. “Okay, hyung. I understand.” and then he smiled at him cheekily, “So do I get to sleep here with you tonight?”

“Nope.” Jeonghan says flatly. “Get your gorgeous ass up and sleep in your own room.”

“Fine.” Seungcheol got up then, his lower body still naked. And so there he goes with his (very impressive) flaccid cock dangling right in front of Jeonghan’s nose. The thought of putting that good cock in his mouth made Jeonghan’s spent cock twitch. “Goodnight, hyung.” and then he turned to leave the room. But before he could step out completely, Jeonghan called out to him. “You’re only allowed to call me hyung outside of working hours, got it?”

Seungcheol grinned, “Got it.” and then closed the door behind him.

Jeonghan spreads himself eagle on the bed. Fuck me and my almost non-existent self-control. He could only close his eyes in defeat.

–

True to his words, Seungcheol did keep his hands to himself.

At this point, the enemy is not him anymore but Jeonghan himself. This is exactly why he chose to deprive himself of the other man, because now that he’s gotten a taste–

“Boss! Some of the students asked me out for drinks later. Wanna come with us?” Seungcheol’s annoyingly adorable smile greets him. “Thanks, but I have plans.” (He has none)

“Okay! Catch you next time then.” and off he goes, a little too happily, if Jeonghan were to comment. “He won’t even drink with me but goes out with anyone else who asks him.” It must be made clear that Jeonghan’s pout had reached another dimension with just how much he’s sulking right now. Is this the suffering I’m subjected to because I keep denying myself of the blessing that’s presented to me on a silver platter?

The studio doors suddenly opened. “We could see your dramatic ass from miles away.” His friends or the Sunday Book Club as he likes to call them, announces their presence.

Only, they’re not really a book club. They’re more of Jeonghan’s lifelines. And today, they’re here for that exact reason.

Shua, Minghao and Seungkwan all took their respective (and self-assigned) seats. “So? Where is he? We need a visual to better come up with our decision.” they’ve been well-briefed before heading to the studio (or more like, Jeonghan has been whining about this extremely delicious young assistant he’s found for himself for months now)

As if on cue, Seungcheol comes back in sight.

“Oh,” He flashes his ever-dazzling smile. “Hi, I’m Seung–”

“Seungcheol, yassss .” Jeonghan was sure he heard Seungkwan hiss.

“Ah, yeah. Nice to meet you all. Boss, please call for me if you need something.” and then he excused himself.

“Oh, he needs you, alright.” Minghao made a snide remark.

“Smash.” they all said in unison. “Very hard smash.” Seungkwan just had to make himself very clear.

“Jeonghan,” Shua turns to face him. “I’d totally understand if you’ll throw all your morals away for him.”

Jeonghan could only sink deeper into absolute despair. These little shits. They were supposed to knock some sense into him!

Later that night, Jeonghan stepped out of his room the same time Seungcheol stepped into the living room. “Oh, you’re back?”

“Yeah, it was fun.”

“I bet it was.”

“Had fun with your friends, hyung?” He looked a little tipsy. A little red on the cheeks and ears too. Cute .

“Nope. I wanted to strangle them all.” Jeonghan emptied the water from his glass. “I asked them to come here for one thing and they were completely useless.”

“To help with your inner conflicts?”

When Jeonghan looked up, he saw Seungcheol grinning at him. This punk!

“I overheard. You guys weren’t exactly being discreet.” Seungcheol meant that Jeonghan and his friends were discussing him.

“Sorry.” The older man quipped. “That was inappropriate.”

“It’s alright. They’re funny.” Seungcheol opened the door to his room. “I’m heading in. Goodnight, hyung.”

Jeonghan could only smile and then stare as the door closed with a thud.

He probably stood there clutching the empty glass in his hands for several minutes.

“Oh!” and then he remembered something. He immediately walked towards Seungcheol’s room, knocking. When the other side of the door remained quiet, Jeonghan took it upon himself to open it, just so he could say what he needed to say before it slips from his mind. “Seungcheol, the repairman said–” when his eyes adjusted in the dark, he made out Seungcheol’s form on the bed. And then some more.

Jeonghan could only gulp.

Seungcheol sleeps naked.

He closed his eyes and then the door.

This sweet, sweet suffering is going to end him soon.

–

Damn Seungcheol.

Damn Seungcheol and his casual humming.

Damn Seungcheol and his casual humming while prancing around half-naked in his living room.

Damn Seungcheol and his casual humming while prancing around half-naked in his living room only clad in a towel that Jeonghan hopes would miraculously fall to the floor.

“I need you to not be delicious. Please cooperate with me, because I just can’t–” Jeonghan is going to lose his sanity soon and it’s all thanks to this innocent-looking, half-naked, towel-clad man in front of him.

“I’m literally not doing anything.” Seungcheol stares back at him dumbfounded.

“That’s the thing, you’re hot even without trying and you know it.” Jeonghan lays on the couch, spread eagle. “So please, please, do me a favor and stop being so delicious.”

Seungcheol laughed, “Hyung, you’re so silly.”

Jeonghan huffed. There’s truly nothing silly about this–not when his non-existent self-control is being tested repeatedly–every fucking day. Sometimes, he even thinks Seungcheol’s doing it on purpose to make him give in.

There are times where he catches that playful look on his eyes and the annoying grin on his lips and that confirms his suspicions. It’s then that he realized why Seungcheol’s been behaving extremely well. He listened to Jeonghan when he said that they’re going to keep their hands to themselves, but that doesn’t mean he cannot tempt the older man and make him throw the towel in.

It’s clear to Jeonghan now. Seungcheol is going to wait until he gives in and makes the first move on him.

–

Jeonghan should have known that going on a vacation would be a very bad idea.

Especially given his.. struggles .

But he mindlessly blabbered about being invited to his friend’s wedding in Japan and Seungcheol saying how nice it would be to visit the country one day and then Jeonghan asking him if he wants to come–without thinking about the repercussions.

And then now, to this–them in one room in a ryokan no less, and with Seungcheol excitedly touring their quaint, only-couples-should-stay-here room. And to say they will be sharing this room for three whole nights.

He had thought about booking a room from a regular hotel but figured it’s best to give his assistant the whole experience. And what will this give him? Suffering –lots of it.

“Oh wow!” Seungcheol gasped as he slid the doors open, the hot spring just outside their room greets him. The younger man’s enthusiasm distracted Jeonghan from his worry–but only a little, because not long after, Seungcheol was already getting ready to get in, not even minding to try on the yukata neatly laid out for him.

“Be careful, hot springs here are usually hotter than the ones back home.” Jeonghan said as a reminder, looking away as Seungcheol strips off on the side. In his peripheral vision, he saw the latter leave his underwear on and he just had to–”That’s gotta go too.” and he really only meant it as another reminder for a rule that should be strictly observed. “The lady in front told us earlier.”

“Oh.” Seungcheol immediately acted, pushing his underwear down and throwing it on the pile of clothes he left on the side.

Jeonghan wasn’t going to look. He really wasn’t going to. But Seungcheol called him–”hyung, come join me!” and he stood there–in all his naked glory. Hand on his hip as he calls for the older man to join him.

It’s the first time Jeonghan sees him fully naked. And god did Jeonghan want to put his fist inside his mouth.

Or maybe something else.

Shit, even his flaccid cock is impressive–which he knew and had seen before, but to see it like this–framed by his pubic hair dark as midnight, a complete contrast to his ivory white skin. Oh Jeonghan feels dizzy and it’s not even from the heat of the hot springs.

Finally– finally , Seungcheol submerged himself and thank god because any longer like that and Jeonghan would sit himself comfortably and stare at him without any discretion. So okay–for now, crisis averted.

One would be completely fooled seeing him like this, like a kid having fun with that huge smile on his face, as if he wasn’t sending Jeonghan to utter insanity with how he was looking seconds ago.

Jeonghan wasn’t in the mood to take a dip. He just wanted to change his clothes and then lie down on the futon. But Seungcheol wouldn’t budge and kept asking him, saying it’s not fun to bathe alone. So okay– fine .

Damn it, he shouldn’t have told Seungcheol he needs to be fully naked–because now then he needs to be, too.

The younger man must have noticed his hesitation slipping off his underwear. “Hyung, you gotta take everything off too, remember?” that smirk on Seungcheol’s lips wasn’t even trying to be discreet. This motherfucker. He should know that that look only makes Jeonghan want to counterattack.

Wait–why even was he acting like a virgin college kid? It’s just being naked in front of someone–he never had issues doing this before. And besides, he’s never one to back down from a challenge. So bring it the fuck on.

With the restored confidence and sass in his eyes, Jeonghan removed his underwear, making sure their gazes are locked. He took his time walking from the room and then down to where Seungcheol is, ensuring the latter had a good look on him. A surge of smugness made its way to his face when he saw how Seungcheol licked his lips at the sight of him, unable to keep his desire to himself–not that he was trying to hide it.

“Enjoying so far?” Jeonghan asked.

“Very much.” Seungcheol answered. He wasn’t talking about the hot spring.

Random topics filled their conversation. They talked about anything and everything but the thick sexual tension between them. Jeonghan thinks it’s better this way–or else his effort of keeping his hands to himself for the past few months would all go to waste–well, except that one time when his string of self control thinned to the point of snapping.

“Let’s head in, hyung.” Seungcheol tells him, saying he knows Jeonghan doesn’t do very well with hot temperatures.

“Yeah, I’ll follow.”

Nodding, Seungcheol unceremoniously stood up, his earlier flaccid cock now standing proudly between his legs. He mirrored the pace of Jeonghan’s walk earlier, very much aware of the pair of eyes following his every move. Heck, he even glanced once to make sure Jeonghan’s eyes were on him.

Jeonghan wants to curse out loud. He’s so fucking thirsty he’d drink every drop of water from the onsen and he think it wouldn’t be enough to satiate him.

Seungcheol’s body is immaculate. His cock? Divine. But that ass? Like a fucking greek god’s! It’s Jeonghan’s first time to see it in its plump entirety and he knows it’s going to be one of his life’s biggest regrets if he doesn’t get to sink his teeth on it!

He followed suit, hoping to sleep all his horny thoughts away. He’s been holding himself back for the past six months–there’s no way he’s going to give in tonight–or ever (he hopes) But luck really isn’t on his side tonight, as he saw Seungcheol struggling to wear his traditional Japanese clothes. “Whatever, i’m just not going to tie it.”

“I can help you with it.” Jeonghan said as he masterfully tied his.

“Nah, I think I"m more comfortable sleeping like this.” Seungcheol lays down on his futon, his right thigh fully exposed with the robe only covering half of his body.

“Cover up, will you?” Jeonghan is so distracted by the tent caused by the other’s now half-hard length. “And do something about your cock. You’re with your boss. Very inappropriate.”

“Hm?” Seungcheol turned to his side, facing Jeonghan. “You’re not my boss right now. You said we’re friends outside of work.”

Huh , look at this punk using his own words against him. “Well played.” They mirrored each other’s smirks. “Still, do something about that. It’s very distracting.” And then Jeonghan groaned when Seungcheol’s cock twitched right before his eyes as it springs back to life. “Now what?” He pretended to be annoyed.

“Your fault, hyung. You paid attention to it. Now it’s never going to go down.”

“What, so are you going to have a perpetual boner?”

“With you around, I just might.” Seungcheol’s smile was too sweet.

“Silly. Deal with that and then go to sleep.” Jeonghan closed his eyes, hoping that’s the end of the dangerous conversation. However, seconds after he heard an unmistakable moan. Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see Seungcheol jerking himself off while facing him. “Seung–what–?”

“You said to deal with it.” came the younger man’s reply as he worked on his erection.

Jeonghan had to close his eyes and let out a long, deep breath. The heavens had truly sent him an immaculate temptation and one he might just give in to soon.

“Can you keep looking at me, hyung?” He heard Seungcheol whisper. “I think–I think I’d cum with you just looking.”

Again, Jeonghan could only take so much. “Just looking? You don’t need anything else from me?”

“A-ah, hyung, don’t–” Seungcheol tugged on his cock and then swooped down to the base to hold his balls. “Fuck–”

“I have an early day tomorrow, so I’d appreciate it if you"d finish soon.” and then he pushed down the covers and slowly undid the tie of his robe, exposing his nakedness to Seungcheol’s hungry eyes. “Would this help you finish faster?”

Seungcheol groaned as he took in the sight of Jeonghan presenting himself to him like that. “Fuck, hyung–”

Jeonghan is actually thankful there"s a decent space in between their futons, or he thinks it’d be impossible for him to not reach out and give Seungcheol a hand.

Soon, Seungcheol splutters hot on his own hand, bucking his hips as he rides his orgasm. A drop of cum landed on Jeonghan’s hand which was extended outside of his futon. Jeonghan brought this hand to his mouth and licked the stray drop off of it. “This is the second time I"ve tasted you and I haven’t even had you in my mouth yet.”

“Hyung, I swear I’m gonna go crazy because of you.”

Jeonghan covered himself, “Well, it’s just fair we share the same problem, right?” and then he closed his eyes, “Now, sleep.”

–

It was a long day. A fun, but still very long day.

Jeonghan had just returned from his friend’s wedding and again, it was fun, but mingling during social events like this was never really his thing. It’s also why he was always so firm about a controlled class size–because he was never fond of a huge crowd size.

He was also a bit antsy leaving on his own. He couldn’t bring him to the event so the younger man stayed in, assuring him that he shouldn’t worry. Of course, he still did. After all, they’re in another country and Seungcheol doesn’t know a single word of Japanese and what if he wanders around and gets lost and would that then be the story of how Jeonghan lost his super helpful, super delicious assistant?

Much to his relief, Seungcheol’s always pleasant smile greeted him as soon as he slid the door open. “Hyung! You’re back!”

“You just stayed in?”

“No, I went out earlier. There’s a food market nearby and a park. I went there in the afternoon and returned just half an hour ago.”

“Ohoo,” Jeonghan teased him, “Should I be proud you can go around on your own now?”

“I almost missed a turn so don’t be too complacent.” Seungcheol admitted and they shared a laugh. “How was your day?”

“I stuffed myself with expensive food and that’s the highlight of my day.” To be very honest, all Jeonghan could think about the entire time he was away was what if–what if he just gives in and lets himself indulge in Seungcheol? Why was he even depriving himself of the younger man? Was it fear? Was it worry knowing Seungcheol could easily provide what his body needs–what if he could also give what his heart desires?

But he doesn’t need to think that far out yet, does he? He could just simply enjoy himself right now.

“I actually thought you’d stay out till late.” Seungcheol’s words interrupted his thoughts.

“Nah, I’d rather relax here than talk to more people. Besides,” Jeonghan tugged at his tie and removed it, “My Japanese is getting rusty.” He proceeded with removing all of his clothes, “Mind if I take a quick dip? My back is all tense.” At this point, there’s no use being coy about being naked in front of each other.

“Go ahead. Let’s drink this sake after, if you’re up for it. There was a nice lady who kept pouring me a cup, saying it’s for free taste. If I hadn’t bought it, I think she’d actually keep me there and keep pouring until i’m ass-drunk.” Seungcheol said as he prepared a small table by the door leading to the heated spring. “I couldn’t say no, especially when she was trying so hard to converse with me.”

Jeonghan relaxed as soon as the hot water met his skin. “Always a softie, huh?”

“Or maybe it’s just to justify this splurge.” Seungcheol chuckled. “It’s the first time I bought a drink this expensive, so I thought I’d share it with you.”

They continued talking about how each other’s day went. Of how Jeonghan had met some of his old workmates, how a former mentor had asked if he wanted to do an exhibit soon or an opportunity to open up a branch in Japan. Of how Seungcheol was scared shit to wander around but fought with his inner fears and stepped out of the inn to experience unfamiliar territory, how he used his phone to translate almost anything and everything and how seeing another culture had opened up his eyes to entirely new things.

Safe to say, both their days were very eventful.

However, for Seungcheol, seeing Jeonghan return is still the highlight of his day. And for Jeonghan, seeing the younger man waiting for him was the only thing that day that made him truly relax.

Jeonghan sat with him after his bath, sharing the sake Seungcheol was bragging about earlier. A little while later, he pushed the table that was in between them away and then he used Seungcheol’s thigh as a pillow. “I’m beat.” he said even before the younger man could react. “I’m too lazy to move to the bed.”

“Well, I don’t mind if you lay your head on me,” Seungcheol says amusedly. “But you gotta pay up.” Jeonghan opened his eyes and looked up at the younger man with narrowed eyes. “How dare you–” but then decided, fine, if he wants a game, he’ll give him a game. “I don’t have money anymore. I used it all up for this trip. How else can I pay you?”

“I really didn’t think that far out,” Seungcheol admitted. “I was thinking you’d just call me out and then move to your bed.”

“Then you shouldn’t be one to initiate games like this,” Jeonghan grinned at him. Then he turned to his side, facing Seungcheol’s crotch. “And here I was thinking you’ve gotten bold.”

“Hyung, don’t talk near my cock.”

“Why?”

“I can feel your breath.”

“Is that so?”

“Hyung–”

“You know you haven’t told me about the things you’ve done while you were in the army. You know, your experiences with men."Of course Jeonghan will keep doing exactly what Seungcheol told him not to do. Maybe it’s the sake, or maybe he’s just feeling extremely naughty tonight, but for some reasons he wants to rile Seungcheol up. “Do you feel comfortable talking about it with me? I’ve always been curious.”

“I don’t have any problems talking to you about it but maybe not when your mouth is so near my cock.”

“But this is so comfyyy~” Jeonghan made sure to snuggle the younger man’s thigh. “Go on, I"m going to listen. I’m dying to know how you were able to sneak in naughty deeds while in the military.”

“It was with a higher rank. He has his own office so sometimes he calls me there at night and we’ll do things.”

“Oooh.” Jeonghan made sure that gesture made him fan out his breath on Seungcheol’s loosely covered length. “I do hope he didn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want, though.”

“No, nothing like that. I wasn’t treated harshly back in the army. That officer was actually very nice to me and helped me while I was adjusting. Then one night it just happened. I was horny so I decided to give it a try.”

“So what did you guys do?”

“We kissed a little then he felt me up. He had experience while I didn"t so I let him lead.”

“Then?”

“The first time, we just rubbed each other out. It was my first time so I was actually surprised that I got turned on by a guy, but then again I was never really definite with my sexuality so it didn’t make me panic or anything. He was good looking, quite slim despite being toned and it was like he’s a completely different person compared to when he’s ordering me and the others around during drills.”

“It happened a lot of times?”

“Quite a few, yes.”

“Did he suck you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you recalling it that’s why you’ve gotten hard?” Jeonghan’s eyes were now fixed on the growing tent right in front of his face.

“No. I’m getting hard because your pretty little mouth is so damn near my cock.”

Jeonghan had no idea why he’s risking months of self-deprivation just to have this little game. But seriously, Seungcheol just looks extra delicious tonight he really just had to–”Then should I take responsibility?”

Seungcheol did not respond, his eyes measuring Jeonghan’s decisiveness. “If I pay like this, then could I use your thigh as my pillow anytime?” seeing no resistance in Seungcheol when he moved his face closer, Jeonghan nuzzled his cheeks on the now full tent in the younger man’s robe. “I wanted to do this to you last night.”

“Just that?” Seungcheol’s voice is dangerously low.

“No,” Jeonghan untied Seungcheol’s robe, letting it hang on his shoulders and fully exposing his cock. “I’ll show you.” He pressed his lips on the younger man’s shaft, leaving soft kisses as he adjusted his position, on his knees and bent over so he could suck him properly. He left a wet stripe along his shaft and then traced the pre-cum filled tip with his tongue. It was a delight to finally envelope the swollen head with his mouth.

He sucked on the head vigorously, swirling his tongue as much as he could. Seungcheol’s enthusiastic moans made him want to do better, all the more when the younger man’s fingers found his hair. It was then when he slid down to suck on his twitching shaft, feeling the veins popping with his tongue. “Shit, just how deep are you planning to take me?” he heard Seungcheol ask. He answered by making the younger man feel his cock hit the back of his throat, bobbing his head slightly so he’d hit it repeatedly.

He looked up once to see Seungcheol’s flushed face and the frown that graced his forehead. The wanton look on his face now becoming so familiar to him.

Jeonghan was caught off guard when Seungcheol suddenly opened his legs wider, thinking it’s to give him better access to his cock. Only to be further surprised when the younger man leaned in, making Jeonghan take him deeper again in his mouth and then feeling Seungcheol’s tongue on his back.

Seungcheol gave his ass a good groping as his tongue continued to lick every inch of Jeonghan’s skin exposed to him. He stopped for a bit and held Jeonghan’s head again, controlling the speed of his head bobbing up and down. “That’s it, hyung. That feels so good.”

Thinking he has the upper hand, Jeonghan was so determined to make Seungcheol feel so good with his mouth. However, he was in for a treat when the younger man suddenly toppled him over, holding his taut stomach. Surprised as he may be, Jeonghan did not let Seungcheol’s cock slip from his mouth, despite his own arousal being completely exposed to the younger man’s hungry eyes.

“I’ve never sucked a cock before but..” Seungcheol spit on his hand and then wrapped Jeonghan’s length loosely with his palm. “Yours is so pretty that it makes me wanna take you in my mouth, hyung.”

Jeonghan’s muffled curse sent vibrations around Seungcheol’s cock when the latter completely leaned in to suck him back. He was suddenly so overwhelmed–the thought of them sucking each other like this never even grazed his mind–and on their first time ever–well, officially, at that.

“You taste so good I wanna keep sucking you like this, hyung.” traces of inexperience was there, but Seungcheol’s actually good with his mouth, to be fair. He was careful with his teeth and knew how to use his tongue.

He reached down to hold Jeonghan’s head in position and then thrusted into his mouth mercilessly, knowing that’s how the older man likes it. This roughness and the feeling of Seungcheol’s mouth on him made Jeonghan cum so suddenly which Seungcheol very willingly received in his mouth.

And just when he thought Seungcheol would give him some time to recover, the latter pushed him on his back and straddled his shoulders, “Open your mouth for me, hyung.” and Jeonghan does as the other commanded, letting Seungcheol’s cock invade his mouth yet again. “Are you tired? Do you wanna stop?” Seungcheol asked as he slowly slid in and out of Jeonghan’s mouth.

Jeonghan shook his head, well, as much as he could anyway given how Seungcheol was keeping his head in place. There’s no way he’s tapping out. Especially not when Seungcheol looks so desperate to fuck his mouth.

“I want you to keep your mouth open for me, hyung. I’m going to thrust in and out and go as deep as you allow me to. That’s what you want, right?”

Jeonghan nodded eagerly.

“Good. Squeeze my hand if you can’t take it anymore.”

Jeonghan readied himself to be wrecked. He knew he would be. Especially after the first thrust that Seungcheol made, his cock going so deep down his throat that it pumped all air out of him.

Seungcheol’s size made his eyes wet with tears and cheeks completely flushed. His cock sliding in and out of his mouth felt so good that he started feeling his own cock coming back to life. But he wants more. He doesn’t want gentle. He doesn’t like slow.

So he pushed Seungcheol away a little and said with a rough voice, “Fuck my mouth properly.”

“Hah, and here I was doing my best to be careful.” Seungcheol huffed. “Fine, then, hyung. Let’s have it your way.” Seungcheol got on his knees, changing the angle of how his cock penetrates Jeonghan’s mouth. Now he’ll be able to thrust in as much as he wants and even deeper than he did earlier–exactly like Jeonghan wants.

He grabbed a handful of Jeonghan’s hair, his other hand and his elbow supported his weight as he pushes in and pulls out, like how he’d fuck Jeonghan’s ass. He could see the older man’s enthusiasm as he grabbed his ass and scratched his thighs. “Fuck, I’m going to cum.” and as soon as he said it, he shot inside Jeonghan’s mouth, his hips bucking with every release.

He immediately pulled out as soon as emptied himself, checking on Jeonghan with worry written on his face. “Are you alright?”

“That was so good.” Jeonghan closed his eyes. “The best my mouth’s ever been fucked.”

“God, hyung, you’re impossible.” Seungcheol said as he wiped the beads of sweat that formed on Jeonghan’s forehead.

“Worse, I’m not done.” Jeonghan sat up, “Move to the bed and lie on your back.” and with all his remaining strength, managed to get up to get something from a nearby shelf. When he returned, he straddled Seungcheol’s middle and bent down so his ass was in front of the younger man’s face. “Since you haven’t done this before, you better watch and learn.”

Seungcheol watched with intent as Jeonghan lathered his fingers with oil and then slipped it inside his puckered hole. “I need to prepare myself well to take you in, else I"ll rip.” He slipped in one and then two and then a final digit to stretch himself as much as he could. He gasped when he felt another finger enter him. “I wanna learn firsthand.” he heard Seungcheol’s voice. “Like how you taught me to mold clay, hyung.” Seungcheol’s finger slid in and out of him along with his own. “I learn better and faster when I do it on my own.”

“Do it then,” Jeonghan said as he withdrew his fingers. “And do it well.”

Seungcheol lathered his fingers generously and then entered Jeonghan again. He pumped it in and out, slowly at first until he built a steady rhythm that made Jeonghan’s moan rise in pitch. “Your hole sucks my fingers in so well, hyung. I can’t imagine how it feels when it’s my cock pumping into you like this.”

“You don’t have to imagine.” Jeonghan moved forward, making Seungcheol’s fingers slip out of him. He slid a condom on the younger man’s erection and then got on his knees and pushed his cheeks apart so his gaping hole became exposed to Seungcheol’s eyes. “You’ll find out soon enough.” And then he lowered himself slowly, gasping out loud when Seungcheol’s thick head pushed past his entrance.

“Hah, fuck—“ the heat that welcomed him rendered Seungcheol incoherent. That and the view of Jeonghan taking him is sending him into a spiral of lust.

Jeonghan moaned out loud when he finally took in all of Seungcheol. He was pressed deliciously inside him that even not moving feels good already.

“I’m not going to deny myself of you anymore. We’re obviously very compatible in bed.” Jeonghan said as he began moving his hips. “You know what you’re getting into, right?” He looked back and saw Seungcheol’s furrowed brows and his intent look at how his cock slid in and out of his boss. “Yeah,” he breathed out as he gulped. “I do.”

“Good, because I’m not going to hold your hand along the way.” Jeonghan wanted to be clear. He knows Seungcheo“ understands him—that he will not be responsible should the younger man develop any sort of feelings.

“I know.” And to prove his point, Seungcheol grabbed onto his hips to pull him down and meet his thrusts halfway. Jeonghan surrendered his weight to the younger one and let his body be turned and handled as the other likes.

Seungcheol sat up and pushed him down so his face was pressed to the sheets, hoisting his thighs up and making him arch his back as much as he could. He pounded him hard and fast, one hand on Jeonghan’s shoulder and another on his hip to keep him in place.

Jeonghan’s cry of incoherence mixed with the sound of water flowing from the heated spring. Seungcheol’s vision blurring with want as he watched his cock slide in and out of the older man.

Seungcheol, wanting to go even deeper inside Jeonghan, pushed the older one’s legs apart and then toppled him over with his weight. His hand found Jeonghan’s neck, holding him there while his free hand massaged his chest. Seungcheol plowed his boss hard and deep, the sound of flesh hitting flesh crisp and loud.

“Seung—Seungcheol!” Jeonghan’s hand was flailing around, trying to grasp any part of Seungcheol’s body, succeeding when he managed to find his ass. “Like that—-ah—don’t stop! Please!”

“Yeah? Like this?” Seungcheol sent a sharp thrust, making Jeonghan tremble and twitch beneath him. He tugged on Jeonghan’s hair, making him turn to the side and then he licked a wet stripe on the side of his neck.

“I’m going to cum—“ Jeonghan managed to say despite being short in breath. “Yeah, hyung, me too.” Seungcheol bit on his shoulder. “Fuck—“ Jeonghan released soon with Seungcheol following suit. The latter pumped his cock inside him even during orgasm and even after he squeezed the last drop. Jeonghan even felt him softening up inside.

Seungcheol held him close as they lay on their sides. That was the last thing Jeonghan remembered before exhaustion claimed him.

—

They spent their last day in Japan sightseeing during the day and fucking each other’s brains out at night.

“I’m beginning to think you’re quite experienced.” Jeonghan made a comment as soon as Seungcheol pulled out of him. “Are you?”

“Not really. My previous relationships didn’t really last long and it’s not like I"m sex crazed to sleep with my exes a lot. I didn’t do it when I was in the army. So it’s actually been quite a while for me.”

“But you’re really good. Good at handling ass, I mean.”

“Well, it’s not my first time to do anal.” Seungcheol admitted. “I just haven’t done it with a man before so,”

“Oh.” No wonder , Jeonghan thought. He could tell.

“But hyung, I must warn you,” Jeonghan, suddenly alert with worry at the mention of a warning, turned around to face him. “I did say I never felt sex-crazed with my exes but—“ he brushed a stray strand of hair away from Jeonghan’s eyes. “That’s exactly how I feel around you.”

Jeonghan laughed, “Silly,” and then he smothered Seuncheol’s face with his hand. “Go to sleep. We have an early flight to catch tomorrow.” He’s not about to admit he feels the exact same—at least not now.

When they got back home, they barely made it inside the studio when they started stripping each other.

Seungcheol bent him over on the nearest desk and fucked him to completion. And then he was hoisted up and carried to their house to be fucked some more.

Yes, this is it. This is exactly what Jeonghan wanted. To be carried around and fucked in every surface possible.

The next day, he woke up to the smell of food.

“Hyung, wake up.”

Jeonghan was on his stomach, an arm dangling from the bed. He’s greeted by the sight of Seungcheol in his boxers with an apron draped over.

“I made breakfast. Come eat.” And then he added, “I also sent a notice to the group chat that classes will be cancelled today. I placed the signage up front too.” Seungcheol scratched the back of his head, “Sorry, I think I went a little too hard on you last night.”

“On the contrary,” Jeonghan’s voice was still rough, “I enjoyed every bit of it. Feel free to do it again.”

Seungcheol just shook his head at him and then helped him up. As always, after the deed, he’d find himself cleaned up. Seungcheol is especially good with after care—a true rare find in a sea of selfish pricks.

Jeonghan thinks he could get used to this.

–

Finding time for absolute peace is also another rarity in Jeonghan’s life.

While he truly loves to teach classes and individuals and hone their interest in clay art, he craves his me-time just as much.

So he makes sure every now and then, he closes the studio to find time to do his thing. He’d happily set up his little station and waste away the entire day making new pieces he’s going to add to his self-collection.

Seungcheol also requested some time off, saying something about needing to visit his family for ancestral rites.

Jeonghan hummed as his hands got to work. He absolutely loves the feeling of clay molding however way he wants it. Loves how it forms depending on how firm or loose he holds it.

He had just started on his second piece when he heard the studio door open. Not long after, Seungcheol comes to view. “Hey,” he greeted the younger right away. “I thought you’d be coming home much later.”

“Supposedly, but I couldn’t wait to get out of there so I told them I"m needed at work.” He sat across Jeonghan and even with just a second squared to glance, Jeonghan did not miss the unusual look on the other man’s eyes. Not surprising, though, since Seungcheol had shared before how stressful it is to come home. Especially after his family found out about how his friend ran with his money—calling him gullible and stupid and nagging him on how he’s never going to finish school at this rate.

“I’m sure you’re tired from all that travelling. Feel free to rest upstairs if you like.”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol croaked, “Maybe later. Would you mind if I stay here and look at you for a bit?”

“Of course that’s fine with me, but I"m afraid you’d find me working here boring.” Jeonghan continued to work on his clay, hands holding the material delicately.

“Never boring. You’re relaxing to watch, hyung.”

“Really?” He sounded teasing but really, it’s just to mask the blush forming on his cheeks. “Okay then, if you promise to be on your best behavior, I’ll let you watch me create a masterpiece.”

Several minutes passed since he last spoke, Jeonghan had almost forgotten Seungcheol was right there watching him. He tends to do this—to be so lost in his craft it’s like nothing else matters. He had gotten so oblivious of his surroundings that he missed when exactly Seungcheol had gotten up from his seat and came up behind him.

He only realized when he felt the younger man’s firm hold on his waist and his nose nuzzled on his nape. “I missed you, hyung.” And then a wet kiss on the spot just below his ear. “Can we?” To make his question clearer, he pressed his half-hard length against Jeonghan’s behind. “Please?”

“Hey, you promised you’d behave.”

“I actually didn’t.” Seungcheol responded, placing more kisses on the side of his neck. “I knew I couldn’t.” And then he added, “Although I did say looking at you makes me feel relaxed, it just so happened that looking at you makes me extremely horny.” Seungcheol licked his ear. “Have I ever told you how turned on I’d get when I see your hands going up and down the clay? When we still weren’t fucking, i’d imagine that’s how your hands would look while working on my cock.”

“Really?” Oh lord.

“Yeah, and then I"ll have to go and excuse myself so I can rub one out, imagining your hands on me.” Jeonghan yelped when he felt Seungcheol’s hands come in contact with his feverish skin. “Just like now, I got hard while watching you work.” Fingers travelled up to his nipples, playing with them and pinching ever so lightly. “So can we, hyung? I’m so hard because of you.” And it’s true, Jeonghan could tell from the way Seungcheol is grinding on him.

“Okay, okay, but let me wash my hands first. I—“

“No, your hands are fine the way they are.” And before Joenghan could even react, Seungcheol had dropped to his knees and Jeonghan’s pants along with him.

“Wha—“ Seungcheol pulled him so he’s slightly bent over his work station and his ass up in the air. It was too late to do anything about it when he felt Seungcheol’s tongue dart to his hole, licking around it and prodding so deliciously. “Fuck!” Jeonghan gasped loudly as he steadied himself by gripping on the desk. “Seungcheol—“

But the man behind him was busy with his face buried on his behind, loudly eating him up. His tongue reaching Jeonghan’s balls and back to his hole again while his hand gives his length a few lazy strokes.

“You’re still a bit sore, hyung, from the other night. Do you think it would hurt if I put it in now?” Seungcheol wouldn’t stop licking his hole and grazing his teeth on both his cheeks.

“No, no, it’s okay—“ Jeonghan whined. “I’m okay so put it in.” He wishes he had clean hands to grab Seungcheol’s head and push it back to where it was earlier. He eats him so good, damn it. “Let me at least finger you first.” And then Seungcheol suddenly spun him around, taking his cock into his mouth while working on stretching him.

On how and when Seungcheol had managed to produce a bottle of lube and a packet of condom, Jeonghan didn’t notice nor could he care less. All he could focus on was the feeling of Seungcheol’s mouth lousily giving him oral and his thick fingers stretching him out to accommodate a now very familiar size. That on top of how sudden this urge of Seungcheol’s was.

“God, you’ve gotten so good at having a cock in your mouth.” Jeonghan commented and then groaned when the urge to grab on Seungcheol’s hair came onto him again.

“Just yours.” Seungcheol said in between licks.

He was spun yet again and in no time, Seungcheol was inside him. “Keep working, hyung, the clay’s gonna get all hard and dry, you’ll ruin your masterpiece.” There was an evident sarcasm in the latter’s words, fueled even more by the undeniable smirk on his lips. “I promise I’ll go slow.” and that he did, sliding in and out of Jeonghan with every inch of his arousal–dragging and excruciatingly heavenly and pressing long enough against his sweet spot that got Jeonghan whimpering.

Jeonghan is not one to usually cum from anal alone, however, on the many times they’ve had sex, he’s cum completely hands-free and today isn’t any different. “Ah, shit.” Seungcheol groaned as he covered Jeonghan’s cock, “We need to be careful not to get any on your masterpiece, hyung.” He used Jeonghan’s shirt to cover and then wrapped his softening cock with it, giving it a few languid strokes to make sure he’s gotten every last drop of his release.

Jeonghan, weak on the knees, steadied himself when he felt Seungcheol’s thrusts increase in pace. He emptied inside Jeonghan, although of course with a condom on. Seungcheol’s forehead settled on the older man’s upper back, catching his breath as he caressed his thigh and stomach.

As soon as he pulled out, he grabbed a towel from the bathroom and a change of clothes for his boss. “You alright?” Jeonghan nodded, still speechless. “I’m gonna go up to rest. Sorry for disturbing you, boss.” and then off he goes, so casually, like he wasn’t drilling into Jeonghan minutes ago.

Jeonghan was left there staring at his work. Fortunately, it wasn’t ruined or deformed. He hurriedly finished it, cured it and then left it on the table to air out. It’s just a simple bowl, but now everytime he looks at it, he’ll remember what happened while it’s being made.

It’s a masterpiece, alright.

After cleaning himself, he made his way up and knocked on his assistant’s door. Seungcheol was obviously surprised, because Jeonghan never really goes to his room, especially to cuddle.

To be honest, they’ve never cuddled, so this is a first.

Jeonghan prefers not to, to avoid developing any lingering feelings because cuddling after sex tends to have that effect. However, he knows there’s more to Seungcheol saying he gets aroused when watching him work with clay that got him to act like that. Jeonghan is sure he’s upset about something, probably–no, definitely because of his family.

So this–this small gesture he’s doing, it’s not really because he wants to cuddle after sex. This is just to comfort Seungcheol, because everybody needs it every now and then.

Seungcheol slept easily with Jeonghan in his arms, despite his endless tossing and turning before his boss arrived.

–

Jeonghan likes men in uniform, that much he knows and willingly admits about himself.

But apparently, so does everyone else.

It’s a conclusion he’s come to after watching Seungcheol be praised and flirted with by just about every student and client present in the studio today.

And why wouldn’t he be showered with praises? Seungcheol looked absolutely smashable in his army uniform. His chest sticking out, sleeves tight because of his arms and don’t get Jeonghan started about how his pants fit him because he has all the adjectives and he’s never one to be good with words.

Truthfully, though, he’s fine with Seungcheol getting compliments. It’s the arm squeezes and playful slapping on the chest that gets to him.

What he couldn’t understand is why–why is he even getting annoyed? Is he just being snappy on Seungcheol’s behalf? Well, it’s not like the younger man is showing he’s uncomfortable. But even so–

Jeonghan went up to their house as soon as he closed the studio. He made sure his annoyance is evident by how much noise he made by stomping on the stairs. Well, that and the very obvious silent treatment he’s giving the younger man.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, seems to have caught on. Even going as far as questioning Jeonghan why he’s asking him to change into civilian clothes already. He decided he’ll keep his uniform on a little bit longer, just to tease his hyung.

“Hey..” he cornered Jeonghan in the kitchen. “Are you really going to keep ignoring me?” but Jeonghan wouldn’t budge. He’d look anywhere but him.

Seungcheol thinks his boss is so cute. Is he even aware of the obvious pout that’s been on his lips since earlier?

Jeonghan managed to wriggle away from him, but Seungcheol’s never one to give up–not when Jeonghan is being this adorable. “Hyuungg–” he whined, “Hyung, look at me.”

Jeonghan finally did.

“I kept the uniform on for a purpose.”

“Right, to get as many compliments as you can. I bet you loved it when they were marveling at you and clinging onto your arm.”

“Not really,” Seungcheol chuckled. “I could care less about what they say about me. I kept it on because I was waiting for you to compliment me.” Jeonghan finally returned his gaze. “I’ve been waiting the entire time, but you didn’t say anything, so I figured I’d wait until we’re alone. Maybe then–”

Jeonghan was suddenly kissing him, pinned him on the nearest wall with a forceful push. “I’m so pissed.” the older man hissed. “You better fuck me so hard as an apology.” He bit Seungcheol’s bottom lip to make a statement.

Seungcheol’s hand slid up and found Jeonghan’s neck, holding him there and then spinning them around so Jeonghan ended up pressed against the wall. “You’re the one who should have said something.” It was Seungcheol’s turn to nibble at his lips. “I saw how you looked at me this morning and immediately could tell you liked me in uniform. So I rushed back, looking forward to you saying something–anything, and then if you had I’d pull you into the storage room and fuck you right there. Nevermind if there were people outside.” Jeonghan moaned, hearing all of that coming from Seungcheol. “But fine, I admit I must apologize for letting them touch me.” and then he kissed Jeonghan fully on the lips, messy and demanding, which the older one so willingly returned.

“Don’t worry, hyung, I plan to apologize profusely.” he pulled away and then slipped a finger inside Jeonghan’s mouth, “Until you’re not mad anymore.” He then proceeded to strip Jeonghan off of all his clothes, and then carrying him to the kitchen counter where he spread his legs open, enough to give himself access to his hole. Seungcheol dropped to his knees and immediately started licking him there. It was brief, because soon, Jeonghan felt lube-lathered fingers prodding at his entrance. Seungcheol is now back on his feet, tugging Jeonghan’s hair and making him tip his head back. He licked Jeonghan’s neck from the base up until his chin and then devoured his lips again, all while pumping his fingers in and out of the latter.

Jeonghan felt him up, moaning as his hands found his chest and then down south to palm his strained erection. He masterfully freed the younger man’s cock, wetting his palm and then stroking him with easy flicks of his wrist. “Inside, now.” he demanded and then held Seungcheol’s cock firmly to guide it to his hole. Once positioned, Jeonghan wrapped his legs around the latter’s middle and then gave him a push inside.

Seungcheol held the side of his neck, watching his face closely–wanting to see every emotion eat at him as he filled Jeonghan as much as he could take.

Jeonghan had his eyes closed, savoring the feeling of pushing Seungcheol inside him. He didn’t stop until all of the younger man was inside him, even digging his heels on Seungcheol’s behind to keep him pressed in place. “Fuck!” Jeonghan cried out, so full and satisfied.

“You alright, hyung?” Even in this state, Seungcheol managed to wonder if he’s fine. “Open your eyes and look at me, Jeonghan hyung.” the older man did as told, panting as if he ran out of all air in his body. “You good?” Seungcheol repeated, making sure Jeonghan is still aware of what’s going on. Jeonghan finally nodded, bringing his hand up to touch Seungcheol’s face, as if giving him the go signal.

Seungcheol didn’t need words to get started. He kept his hold on Jeonghan’s neck, letting the older man lean the entire weight of his head on it and then he pumped out once–nice and slow, eyes still fixed on Jeonghan’s face. He watched as his eyes rolled to the back, twitched, widened, how his eyebrows furrowed and relaxed with every deep thrust, how his lips formed an ‘o’ and then pressed up in a tight line, bit and then finally allowed a guttural moan to escape when Seungcheol pulled out so slowly, only to push back in with a sharp thrust.

Every emotion that Jeonghan displayed made Seungcheol want to burst right there and then–but he’s doing his best to hold back, not wanting this to end so soon.

Jeonghan shrieked when his assistant suddenly hoisted him up, made him lock his legs behind him and then carried him like he’s paper, into the bedroom where he’d be more comfortable.

Jeonghan was thrown onto the bed, but he wasn’t left alone for long. Seungcheol hurriedly got on top of him, still clad in his uniform. He entered Jeonghan in one swift thrust again, making the latter cling onto his neck. When he slowed down a bit to give Jeonghan some time to breathe, the older man worked on his buttons to expose his chest. Jeonghan propped himself up a bit using his elbows and then took one of Seungcheol’s nubs in his mouth, flicking and licking it with his tongue. “Shit, hyung–” God, Jeonghan is truly a delight to fuck.

The added sensation on his chest almost made Seungcheol cum, but not yet–so he pushed Jeonghan down and then started pumping in and out of his again. He positioned both his forearms on either side of Jeonghan’s head and then with only his hips moving, thrusted in and out with as much intensity as he could, relentlessly–not giving Jeonghan a second to breathe. “Are you still mad, hyung?” Seungcheol asks in between thrusts. “Still upset at me, hm?”

Jeonghan writhed beneath him, neck extended so his head was tipped back. Seungcheol licked his neck again, and then pressed even more weight on the older man as he settled his face on the side of his neck. “You feel so good. You’re so tight around me, I might just explode.”

And just as Jeonghan thought they’d finish in this position, Seungcheol suddenly pulled away and onto his knees. He gathered Jeonghan’s legs and pressed them together, pushing it onto Jeonghan’s chest and then leaning his weight on it, thrusting on this angle.

Jeonghan was reduced to nothing but pleasured cries. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, where to hold, what to grab, where to turn his face, how to breathe–

“Fuck,” Seungcheol hugged Jeonghan’s legs, now feeling the strain on his back. “Hyung, can i cum on you? I want to see you covered in my cum.”

“Yes!” Jeonghan was quick to say, “Yes, yesss–” but his eyes grew wide when it was him who actually came first, spilling on his stomach, his chest and with him lifted in this angle, drops even reached his neck. He had no time to recover because Seungcheol pulled out soon after, removed the condom from his cock and then spurted all over him. The younger man’s guttural moan ringing loud in the quiet room, mixed with Jeonghan’s labored breathing and the sound of his deft hand squelching with every pump of his cock.

He fell limp on top of Jeonghan, not minding the mess they made in between them. The older man received him with waiting arms, stroking his hair, caressing his back. “Did you know you looked so good in your uniform you almost didn’t make it out of the house earlier today?” Jeonghan whispered in his ears. They laughed, wheezing even. “Is that enough of a compliment?” Jeonghan asked.

“It was the only compliment I wanted to hear.” Seungcheol kissed his temple and then rolled over, bringing Jeonghan with him. “You can sleep if you want, hyung. I’ll clean you up later.”

Jeonghan’s response was to nuzzle his face on the crook of Seungcheol’s neck.

–

“I like you hyung..”

Jeonghan had hoped he was just hearing things.

He even purposely moaned louder just to drown that statement.

“Hyung, I like you so much..”

But even as he was being drilled down, getting fucked out of his brains, he knew and could understand what he heard.

And when he couldn’t ignore it anymore, the first thought that came to mind was: oh no.

He immediately felt himself going limp, and with him riding Seungcheol, the latter witnessed the exact moment the mood left him.

Slipping Seungcheol’s cock out of him, Jeonghan settled beside the younger man, wiping his mouth and then fixing his hair.

Looking away, he could only close his eyes and bite his lips. Damn it, he knew they should have never started cuddling! Now look–

“For the record, I know you don’t want to date me. You were clear about your boundaries from the start. This is all on me.” Seungcheol sat up. “But despite that, I want to tell you anyway.”

“Seungcheol–”

“Could you hear me out first, please?” He looked determined.

Jeonghan nodded.

“I’m not asking you to like me back, hyung. I’m saying I like you and that I won’t go easy on you, but I would never expect anything in return.” and then he added, “We could continue how we are right now. I don’t mind. Or we could stop if you’re uncomfortable. I just–” Seungcheol took a deep breath, “I just want you to know, because I don’t want to hide anything from you.”

“I appreciate that.” Jeonghan smiled. “Thank you for letting me know and for being honest with me. I’m sorry for reacting the way I did–you know, going limp and all. I promise it’s not because you’re not an ideal partner, it’s just– it took me a long while to give in to my desires for you, with you being much younger than I am. So to actually be in a relationship–”

“Yeah, I understand, hyung. But still, thank you for explaining.”

“And with regards to you saying we could stop.. I think the decision should be up to you. After all, you’re the one with uhm–feelings. So I’d understand if it’d be difficult for you to remain like this knowing I won’t be able to reciprocate.”

“I don’t know if you’ll look at me differently but, I don’t think you realize how selfish I could be, hyung.” Seungcheol’s smile was bitter. “I’m selfish to the point that I’d keep doing this just so I could have you in any way I could, rather than to not have you at all.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan has his own worries, but he also doesn’t want to lose Seungcheol like this.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I respect your preferences. I promise to like you quietly.”

“Uhm–okay, I guess.” and then he squirmed where he’s seated. “Sorry, uh–I don’t think I can still get it up tonight so–

“Yeah, don’t worry. Me, too. I’ll go to my room.” Seungcheol climbed down the bed and gathered his clothes. “Goodnight, hyung.”

“Yeah,” Jeonghan managed to nod and smile.

Once Seungcheol had left his room, he fell to his bed with a plop. Fuck.

It’s one thing to fool around with a young guy, and another thing entirely to be romantically involved.

–

Surprisingly, nothing much changed after Seungcheol’s confession.

They remained intimate in bed and professional at work. They could still joke around, tease each other and bicker every now and then.

However, Jeonghan did notice that Seungcheol had become sweeter, much more considerate especially in bed. But nothing too upfront–Seungcheol is careful like that, not wanting to make Jeonghan uncomfortable.

Jeonghan thinks maybe Seungcheol’s feelings for him would eventually die down. Maybe he’s just going through a phase, an identity crisis. After all, he’s always dated girls and was suddenly exposed to men when he was in the military. So maybe it’s just plain curiosity on his end and Jeonghan just happened to come into his life very timely to satisfy that.

Whatever , Jeonghan puffs out smoke.

As long as they’re good and working well together, that’s all that matters.

–

Seungcheol was content on liking Jeonghan quietly until one day–

He saw red when a familiar face came to the studio.

Jeonghan’s “Kento-san~” sounded a bit too enthusiastic to his ears and then he wanted to come between them when the two hugged and the foreigner’s hand lingered on his boss’ waist.

Seungcheol is well aware that Kento had long signed up for a one-on-one session with his boss. Heck, that has been their arrangement even long before he entered the picture.

That doesn’t mean he’s fond of it, though. So maybe he’ll act like a brat today, nevermind if his boss gets pissed.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He purposely gave Kento a mix of clay that was the most difficult to mold, rusty tools to mess up his process and a defective banding wheel, hoping the clay would splatter all over the visitor’s face.

Then he goes and looks all innocent when Jeonghan calls him in to ask him to replace everything. However, Kento looked unfazed. They were even laughing out loud every now and then because the clay did end up getting on Kento’s face. Seungcheol glared as he peeked inside and saw Jeonghan wiping the foreigner’s face. Okay , maybe that one wasn’t a good idea.

“Seungcheol,” his boss called out to him again when they finished their session, leading Kento into his office, “Could you please make us some tea?”

Seungcheol wonders if he should maybe make Kento’s extra bitter.

But he managed to retain whatever’s left of his self-control and delivered the drinks without any alterations.

He hated that when he brought the drinks inside, he couldn’t understand what the two were talking about. It was a happy conversation, obviously, and Jeonghan animatedly continued conversing with his visitor.

A little later, Seungcheol realized that there is a way for Kento to understand him without him having to speak the foreign man’s tongue. It’s a language only the other man would understand.

He knocked on Jeonghan’s office door. “Boss?” Jeonghan asked him in. “Sorry to interrupt but there’s something urgent that needs attention in the storage room.”

Of course, Jeonghan looked puzzled. Partly wondering what exactly was so urgent it couldn’t wait until after Kento leaves and also because his assistant is never one to not be able to deal with such instances on his own.

Excusing himself, he followed Seungcheol to the storage room.

He was caught off guard when he was suddenly yanked to the nearest shelf. Seungcheol’s hands finding the side of his neck and his waist, bringing him as close as he possibly could. “Wha–” but his protests were drowned by the younger man’s aggressive kisses. He wanted to push him away–but not to stop him entirely, just to ask what brought this behavior on.

“I’m it.” Seungcheol said in between rough kisses. “I’m the one that needs urgent attention.” He made his point loud and clear when he darted his tongue out for Jeonghan to suck on. His hips started moving suggestively and the latter immediately felt the other man’s growing impatience, evident by his cock hardening against his clothed thigh.

Ah , Jeonghan gets it now.

Seungcheol is staking a claim.

His protests left him completely, amusement replacing it and he welcomed Seungcheol’s roughness with open arms (and legs, if it ever comes to that)

He yelped when Seungcheol suddenly tugged at his hair from the back. The weight of it intending to pull him down and onto his knees. The picture became clearer when Seungcheol hiked his apron up and pushed his pants and briefs down. His half-erection springing on Jeonghan’s cheek.

The older man didn’t waste time and got to work. He especially liked making Seungcheol completely hard in his mouth, feeling as his cock grows thicker and heavier against his tongue. He looked up, stretching his little mouth as much as he could and making sure the flatness of his tongue supports the weight of the younger man’s erection. Jeonghan kept their gazes locked as he worked Seungcheol’s entire length, slowly and as deep as he could that his eyes started tearing up.

But Seungcheol had other plans. He didn’t want it slow and measured. He wanted it rough and obvious.

He wanted Jeonghan to look every bit fucked when he walks out that door.

He grabbed a handful of Jeonghan’s hair on the top of his head and pushed his cock in. He was so deep that Jeonghan’s nose was nuzzling his pubes and his chin pressed against his balls. Seungcheol kept him there, groaning as he felt the older man’s throat closing in on his cock. Jeonghan, of course, took on the task like a pro. He managed to keep that position for a while, keeping his gag reflex in check.

They repeated this a couple of times, with Seungcheol only stopping and letting Jeonghan go when the latter tapped on his thigh. Then he held Jeonghan’s head with both of his hands and fucked his mouth relentlessly. An unmistakable smirk making the side of Jeonghan’s lips curve.

Seeing Jeonghan enjoy this brought Seungcheol to the edge, spilling on his boss’ mouth. “Careful not to let a drop spill.” He caressed his cheeks as Jeonghan sucked on the head and then fixed his hair, so he’d at least look presentable when he emerges out. Honestly though, Seungcheol wanted to keep his hair all tousled, but maybe the look on his face is enough to send Kento the message.

“So pretty.” Seungcheol wipes his own cum off the sides of Jeonghan’s lips and sticks his finger inside Jeonghan’s mouth so that not even a drop goes to waste. “Now I want you to go back in there and show him that beautiful smile, hyung. From that mouth I just filled with my cum and your swollen lips I just fucked.”

Holy shit, this man is a freak. Jeonghan wanted to gasp out loud but decided to keep his cool. His mind immediately travels to when the studio’s closed and he’ll get Seungcheol on his knees to reprimand him of this very inappropriate behavior.

But for now, he must do as told.

Jeonghan walked back into his office, his tongue finding the corner of his lips. Seungcheol’s taste still so fresh and distinct.

“That took a while. Everything okay?” His lovely friend asked, worry obvious by the frown on his usually smooth forehead.

Jeonghan sat down, and did just as Seungcheol told him to—to smile at Kento with the mouth he just violated. He is so fucking turned on. “Kento-san..” his voice was so gentle it sounded almost like a dreamy sigh. “What do I do? I think I’ve found my match.”

–

Later that night, on Jeonghan’s bed and just after they fucked:

“So what brought on that little incident from earlier?”

“I’m sure you already know.” Seungcheol sighed. “I got jealous.”

“Well, I didn’t want to assume.” then Jeonghan continued, “However, regardless of how hot that was at that moment, you cannot be like that every time Kento comes to visit. He’s a friend first before someone I hook up with.”

“I know,” Seungcheol draped an arm over his eyes. “Did the no-dating rule apply to him, too?”

Jeonghan hummed, “Yes, but in a different way entirely.” he sat up. “I don’t really sleep around, Seungcheol, I want to make that clear. Everyone I did end up in bed with, I saw potential to be with them. The same goes with Kento. However, he had his own boundaries, which I knew from the get go and that’s why we were clear that we could never end up together.”

“But you wanted to date him?”

“I did for a while, yes. Especially because he’s someone who shares my interests. He ticks a lot of my boxes. But we would never work out so we didn’t try even if we wanted to.” Jeonghan sighed and then added, “Kento is going to end up with a woman. Married to one, with kids. The whole family thing.”

Seungcheol looked up at him, confused.

“Something about family expectations. So him sleeping with men–with me, it was something he could only do before he settles down. Which is soon, you know, given our age.” and then he turned to Seungcheol, “And since we’re talking about this, I’d actually like for you to think things through.”

Seungcheol didn’t understand where Jeonghan was going with his point.

“You’re still young, Seungcheol. You’re still exploring. You could still change your mind–your heart. What you like now may not be what you’ll like in the future. And so with you liking me.. It’s not like I never considered accepting your feelings. I think you’re good for me. I like us together. However, I have this fear because of the difference in our age. That while you’re still figuring things out and have all the possibilities to change, I’m already who I am. I’m worried that when you reach the point where you’ve made up your mind about who you are what you truly want, it wouldn’t be me anymore. I can’t…” Jeonghan’s voice trailed. “I can’t waste more years of my life messing around with uncertainty. And it’s this exact reason why I could only give you my body, because then the boundaries are clear and I know sooner or later, this will end.”

Silence enveloped them after. Jeonghan’s heart was thumping loudly inside his chest, worried that he had offended the younger man with his view in life and the admission of worries that cloud him.

“I understand, hyung.” It felt like forever when Seungcheol finally spoke. “I understand your worries. They’re valid. You’re just looking after yourself–as you should. I appreciate your concern for me, too.” His smile was genuine, making Jeonghan relax somehow. “I just hope you’d put more confidence in me, that I know myself better and that I know what and who I want. I was never someone to confess loosely and romantic feelings don’t come to me easily. I know you’re worried you’re just a phase, a curiosity. And while I admit you taught me so much in that regard, I want to let you know that my feelings for you are beyond what we shared intimately despite what we’re not. I fell for you because I like who you are as a person, hyung." It was Seungcheol’s turn to sit up. “Actually, I want to take this opportunity to tell you something.”

Jeonghan’s eyes urged him to continue.

“I’m moving out, Jeonghan hyung.”

Jeonghan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Thanks to your generosity, I’m able to save up enough to rent my own place. I’ve been looking for months now, but only found one the other day. It’s not too far from here, and it’s a decent room for one person. I could afford a bigger one, but I’m also thinking of going back to school. I only have a year left anyway, so I think it’d be good for me to just finish the course and land a good-paying job.”

Jeonghan’s heart swells with joy.

“I’m so happy for you.”

“I loved living with you, hyung, but I can’t keep depending on you forever. And to be honest,” there’s a shy boyish grin on Seungcheol’s lips, “I’m worried you’ll never look at me past the young college kid you took in when I was homeless. That you’ll see me as that kid forever.”

God , Jeonghan is suddenly reminded of how they met. It’s been about two years now. And to think Seungcheol had grown this much in that span of time. He has life goals now. A clear direction in life, far from that wandering lost kid he met that fateful night.

“I’m going to graduate, hyung. And then I’ll be an office worker. And if by then, you’re still single, would it be too much for me to ask you to look at me and reconsider?”

“I’ll be 34 then. A true fossil.”

“I’ll be 26 then. Still in love with you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, though.” Seungcheol looked at him with love Jeonghan hadn’t seen from someone before. “Probably much more than I am right now.”

“I doubt.”

“I don’t.”

–

Three weeks later, Seungcheol moved out. He was also scheduled to start school in the next semester, and so by then he’d reduce his working hours in the studio.

Very timely, Yoomi–his old assistant–had reached out, asking if Jeonghan still needed someone to fill in the role. She was immediately hired back, although Seungcheol still worked the weekend shifts.

Every now and then, Seungcheol and Jeonghan would end up in bed. It wasn’t as often as when they lived together, but enough to satiate their longing for each other.

Jeonghan had been to Seungcheol’s apartment, even bringing a potted plant because he’s been told that’s what’s customary. The potted plant ended up in Seungcheol’s small window, and he ended up in Seungcheol’s small bed.

Every now and then they’d go out for a meal or drinks. They celebrated when Seungcheol graduated, and then again when Seungcheol got offered his first official job.

Seungcheol was present at Jeonghan"s first exhibit, carrying the biggest bouquet of roses present in the gathering. Jeonghan was present when Seungcheol finally moved to a bigger apartment, warranting a bigger potted plant.

And just like that, the times Seungcheol talked about way back that night when they were on Jeonghan’s bed had all come and gone.

He’s now 26. Jeonghan is 34.

It’s been another two whole years and yet he couldn’t love Jeonghan more.

It remains true despite the time that passed. Despite the worries that Jeonghan had.

He kissed the spot behind Jeonghan’s ear, moaning his name as he plowed him deep. “Jeonghan-ah,” he said in a low voice. “I love you..” it wasn’t the first time he’s said this. And while Jeonghan had never said it back, and Seungcheol will never force it out of him, he does hope that one day, he’ll hear the older man say it back to him.

He had just moved into his new apartment. Jeonghan had helped choose the bed. They were just fooling around, saying how they need to test Seungcheol’s purchase and now here they are–falling into old ways like no time had passed.

Jeonghan had developed some insecurities, saying how he’s not as firm as when the two of them first met. Seungcheol kissed all his insecurities away, “You’re just as beautiful as when I first truly looked at you, Jeonghan-ah.” and yes, he did manage to graduate from calling the other man hyung. “You still make me all hot and bothered. Remember the perpetual boner? It’s still true.”

Jeonghan laughed from under him, telling him how silly that still sounds.

Seungcheol’s whole upper body covered all of Jeonghan, that same familiar weight pressing down on him relentlessly. It’s all that Jeonghan knows now and he came to realize that it’s all he ever wants to know–ever.

“Go deeper, Seungcheol.” He managed to say in between whimpers, caressing Seungcheol’s thigh as he reached back to connect themselves some more. “Deeper, yes–just like that.” Jeonghan erupted in cries when Seungcheol angled his thrust just like how he wanted it. Only, he had to tap out when his thigh suddenly cramped. “Shit,” he laughed as he covered his face. “I’m really not as flexible as I once was, huh?”

“Don’t worry,” Seungcheol kissed the side of his thigh, “I"ll massage you every time you have cramps and then go back to drilling you, that’s no problem.” and when Jeonghan’s muscles relaxed again, Seungcheol asked, “You ready to go again?” But Jeonghan didn’t remove his hands from his face, still laughing. “I’m totally ruining the mood, sorry.”

Seungcheol kissed his shoulder, “You’re not. To be honest, I’m getting so turned on seeing you laugh while we’re doing it. Just means you’re very comfortable around me.”

“Seungcheol,” Jeonghan peeked from under the cover of his hands, “You’ve seen me in about a million positions, in all and every way, I think it’s safe to say I’ve long been comfortable with you.”

“Point taken,” It’s Seungcheol’s turn to giggle, “You’re still cute, though.”

“God, maybe don’t call a 34 year old man cute, it’s cringey.” Jeonghan had now wrapped his arms around Seungcheol’s neck and pulled him for a kiss. “I can’t help it. You’re always cute. You’re cute at every age. I don’t make the rules here.” and then he rubbed their lengths together, now growing hard again.

“Enter me like this,” Jeonghan muttered as they kissed. “I want to kiss while we fuck.” Seungcheol didn’t need to be asked twice.

He entered Jeonghan in one swift thrust, hitting his sweet spot right away. And just as Jeonghan wanted, they kissed restlessly, loving how they’re connected in two delicious ways. He then pulled away, but just enough so that there’s space in between their faces. Holding Seungcheol’s face in place, he looked deep into the younger man’s eyes as the latter shoved deep inside him. With a shaky breath, Jeonghan whispered, “I love you.” and just in case Seungcheol missed that, he repeated “Seungcheol, I love you.”

Jeonghan saw the exact moment those words registered into Seungcheol and the look in his eyes changed. “I love you.” Seungcheol said as he leaned for a kiss, his thrusts becoming more frantic. “I really love you, Jeonghan.” and then he came, shuddering in Jeonghan’s arms. Sweaty and high.

“Me too.” Jeonghan pulled him down so he could hold him tighter. “I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it back.”

Seungcheol lifted his head and looked at him, “There’s no such thing as taking too long when it comes to love. I’m just glad to hear you say it back.”

Jeonghan is just as glad he’s finally able to say it.

–

The next morning, Jeonghan woke up to Seungcheol cursing as he hit just about anything and everything in his path. “Sorry, sorry! I’m late! So fucking late!”

Jeonghan glanced up at the clock, “Oh shit,” It’s 11 am. Seungcheol is already two hours late.

“Get ready as quickly as you can and then I’ll drive you to work.”

They’re on the road in no time, laughing at how silly this situation is. They went at it till morning, with Seungcheol saying he could never get enough of hearing Jeonghan say he loves him.

“Maybe let’s keep it at two rounds during the weekdays.” Jeonghan suggested.

Seungcheol whined, “Excuse me? Have you seen you? Two rounds is never enough because of how hot you are.”

Goodness , Jeonghan couldn’t contain his huge smile. “You’re impossible.”

“No, what you’re saying is impossible.” Seungcheol argued. When they finally arrived at his office, he pulled Jeonghan for a kiss, “I’m not done hearing you say you love me. I’ll want to hear it more later.”

“Whatever, just get going, you are going to be in huge trouble.” Jeonghan practically pushed him out of his car. “Goodluck at work!”

“Goodluck with your classes!” Seungcheol waved and then rushed inside.

Before he could completely leave the office complex, Jeonghan pulled up to the side, fished his phone from his pocket and then sent Seungcheol a message: I love you.

Well, just in case the younger man needs a hard proof.

God, this is what’s become of him after fully conceding to love.

And while he did have a few non-negotiables, Seungcheol dealt with them naturally—without having to force or compromise anything. Jeonghan realized it now, that this is what he’s waiting for—that this is what’s worth waiting for—love and intimacy that comes naturally, one that’s as easy as breathing.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, only had one: no more Kento-san.

Notes:

Uhm, so hi!
First of all, happy new year. I apologize for how extremely late this ended up being, but life is life-ing and this single mama"s gotta hustle.
Anyway! Gosh, i"m shy. I haven"t written extremely explicit smut in a long long time--and 20k words at that?
Huhu, tbh this ended up this long because I kept adding more smut scenes. Please take this as a christmas gift lol
Also, I didn"t want it to be plot heavy (I wanted it smut heavy YAY) so I kept the rest of the story light, even the part where they got together. I didn"t want it to be super mushy too, but of course, we want to retain some bits of fluff. And i"ve always wanted to incorporate Kento into a coupjeong fic hahaha i finally did it!
Wew, I hope the new year rang good for all of you! As for me, I"m hoping for a better year. Please please help me manifest a new good paying job soon! I"d appreciate all the good juju, too!
Please let me know your thoughts! Please please~ they keep me going.
Oh, and I haven"t forgotten about If we had it all--there"s also a Christmas special for t=our litol family and it will also be up soon!
Thanks for reading!

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