One For The Books (1/2)
Pairing: Seungyoon/Mino
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 15.6k
Summary: Seungyoon doesn't do one night stands, but his friends are determined to change his mind
Note: My second fic for the 100 minute SongKang challenge :)
Seungyoon is convinced he’s the only normal one in his group of friends, which at the moment, is a losing argument given the three pairs of eyes that are staring at him as though he’s a green alien who had just walked into the bar and ordered a beer.
“Are you fucking serious?” Jinwoo gapes at him, and Seungyoon thinks he sees a hint of pity in Jinwoo’s impossibly large eyes.
“Come on, guys,” Seungyoon lets out a laugh that sounds uneasy, even to him, and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly embarrassed when he’s clearly the only sane person on this table. “You can’t possibly want that lifestyle. I mean, think of the diseases.” Seungyoon shudders as snippets of his basic reproductive health classes back in high school flash through his mind, along with a rather nasty image of a purple penis that had him traumatized all throughout junior year.
“That’s what condoms are for,” Taehyun pipes, judgment lacing his tone. “And who’s talking about a lifestyle? It’s just something that happens. We’re not all Seunghoon.”
“That’s right,” Seunghoon leans closer with a sneer. “You’re not all me. You need serious skills in order to go home with anyone you like, which I’ve perfected.” He winks.
Taehyun rolls his eyes, unwilling to taking the bait. They can all talk about Seunghoon being a beast later, but for now Seungyoon’s vanilla sex life is the more important matter at hand. Seungyoon doesn’t even remember how in the world they veered so far off from their original topic, which was whether or not it was okay for Seunghoon to buy a dog and have it live in their shared apartment.
“So, you’ve never done it... out of choice?” Taehyun’s brow is quirked in a way that’s still very disparaging and if Seungyoon hadn’t spent all of freshman year getting to know them, he’d think they’re all just very awful people right now.
“Of course it’s by choice!” Seungyoon defends, taking a swig from his bottle, his throat unbearably dry. No one in their right mind should ever have sex with a complete stranger. One night stands are simply out of the question for Seungyoon, and the fact that all three of his closest college friends think him a lunatic for it clearly means something went wrong with the government’s basic academic curriculum somewhere.
“But you broke up with Jaebum before second semester last year,” Jinwoo supplies casually, tapping his chin. It’s not really something Seungyoon wants to be reminded of given their horrible breakup, but hey, as long as they’re on the roast-seungyoon-until-he-cries roll they why the hell not. “That was eight months ago. So like, how do you have sex?”
Seungyoon would much rather be swallowed by a hole in the ground than have to sit here any longer. All three look at him expectantly.
“I don’t,” Seungyoon shrugs, acting as nonchalant as possible. “But it’s not like I can’t do anything about the urges. I mean, we’ve all masturba-“
“Oh god, that’s tragic,” Seunghoon cuts in with a sympathetic frown. “We need to get you laid. Now.”
“What?” Seungyoon’s eyes are wide. “How did we get to that conclusion?”
“Wait a second,” Taehyun interrupts again. “So you mean to say all those ‘library nights’ you kept going to last year were actual library nights?”
Seungyoon’s jaw drops in horror, looking across his friends’ faces. “What did you all think? That I was hooking up all those times?!”
“Well yeah,” Jinwoo replies, looking almost offended. “I mean, you were kind of a campus hotshot last year, and after your breakup with Jaebum it seemed like everyone wanted you. Well, every gay guy at least.”
In hindsight, Seungyoon does recall several guys he’d regularly bump into at certain spots on campus, and a few who were particularly flirtatious, but at the time Seungyoon was still nursing a broken heart. Plus, he had just made a vow to focus on classes and survive his first year of university instead of wasting any more time on relationships.
“I wasn’t ready, okay?” Seungyoon declares, to which none of them look very sympathetic.
“No, I won’t allow this,” Seunghoon stands up from his seat, downing his beer bottle in one go and urging the rest of them to do the same. There’s a crazed look in his eyes now, only magnified under the dim lights of the bar. Seungyoon could already feel this going so wrong, especially with the look of mischief that are mirrored in Taehyun’s and Jinwoo’s faces.
“It’s simply unacceptable that the last person you had sex with is the jerk who cheated on you,” Seunghoon continues over the music, not making any conscious effort to be subtle, and in effect, several people sitting in adjacent tables turn to look. Seungyoon really hates this.
“I agree,” Taehyun moves to gather his things as well, getting ready to leave. “You may not think you need to get laid, but trust me, you do. At least get it done before the term starts and things get hectic again or you’ll find excuses not to go have fun,” he finishes, dragging Seungyoon by the elbow up from his seat. All Seungyoon wants to do is finish his beer bottle, but it’s too late for that when he’s being shoved outside the door in the hopes he caves into making a very unwise decision.
They practically drag him towards Seunghoon’s car despite his protests, but Seungyoon manages to yank his arm away from Jinwoo’s iron grip before they could push him inside.
“Guys, this is crazy!” Seungyoon yells in a last-ditch effort to get out of this madness. “I’m not going to force myself to sleep with a stranger!”
“Seungyoon,” Taehyun puts a hand on top of Seungyoon’s shoulder, another on his waist - which only means Seungyoon is in for some ‘real’ talk. Seungyoon sighs.
“If you remove the negative connotation you’ve always put on one-night stands and just open your mind to the possibility of it, then this shouldn’t have to be such an ordeal. We’re in college. We’re young. We’re allowed to make stupid mistakes now that we can’t once we have jobs and real responsibilities,” Taehyun explains, looking more and more serious. Seungyoon wonders if Taehyun has ever put half the effort he is right now in convincing Seungyoon to have sex, into any aspect of his life. Seungyoon supposes he should be flattered Taehyun is going to such lengths when he normally doesn’t give a shit about most things.
“It’s just not for me,” Seungyoon responds, albeit unconvincingly, because Taehyun is still looking at Seungyoon like he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“How can you say that without even trying at least once?”
“After all the horror stories you guys have told me about some of your one night stands, I don’t have to experience it for myself.”
“It’s part of the fun,” Seunghoon says, chin propped on a hand over the roof of his car. “The unpredictability of it is what makes it exciting. As long as you’re practicing safe sex and not completely drunk enough you can’t make proper choices, then it shouldn’t be a problem. If it sucks, it’s another funny story to tell over lunch.”
“And if this guy lures you into some crazy bat cave, you can always still walk away. Unless you’re into leather and masks,” Jinwoo adds with a sheepish smile, which Seungyoon hopes doesn’t translate into Jinwoo’s actual preferred sexual activity because the mental image is quite disturbing.
“Ugh this isn’t working,” Taehyun rolls his eyes and grabs both of Seungyoon’s shoulders now. “If you meet Jaebum on campus on Monday with some new man, do you really want to be the Seungyoon who couldn’t even have angry rebound sex after the break up eight months ago? Are you still hung up on him, is that it?”
“Of course not!” Seungyoon retorts. He’s completely over that idiot cheater, thank god. But something about what Taehyun is saying is making him a little fired up inside. Taehyun must have sensed it because he smirks.
“Well then prove it. Have emotionless sex with a guy you barely know and enjoy it.”
Maybe Seungyoon shouldn’t have let Taehyun easily con him into saying yes, because looking through the crowd now, he’s just realized that he hasn’t really dated anyone since Jaebum - and that includes the one year they were in a relationship. He’s scared that he’s completely forgotten how to do this, and he isn’t like Seunghoon, Taehyun, and Jinwoo who are staples in clubs like these for precisely that reason.
He suddenly feels dizzy and swivels in his seat to grab his glass. He’d strayed from his usual light beer and ordered a rum and coke to help loosen the nerves. After taking a sip, he tugs at the side of Jinwoo’s jacket, feeling helpless.
“How exactly do you do this?” Seungyoon asks, starting to feel stuffy. He’s not the type to dislike clubs, in fact, when he and Jaebum had been dating, they often frequented these spots. But being here alone, with hooking up as end goal, is an entirely different story.
“Just relax,” Jinwoo tells him, hips moving slightly to the music. Jinwoo hasn’t stopped smiling since they arrived, looking absolutely in his element. “If you keep acting nervous, everyone’s going to think you’re a virgin and virgins are bad news. They get clingy after sex.”
“All the tables are full,” Taehyun emerges from the throng of partygoers, panting slightly and already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He slides into the empty stool beside Seungyoon. “We don’t really need a table though - it’s probably good that you stay here at the bar. Everyone needs a drink so they’ll come by and spot you. I’m sure someone will approach soon enough.”
“I sound like a fucking piece of meat,” Seungyoon grimaces. “This is such a demeaning-“
“Shh,” Taehyun’s hand moves to clap at Seungyoon’s mouth before tapping at his thigh. “Look at that guy in green by the stage. I think he’s looking at you.”
“Nope, he’s looking at me,” Jinwoo begs to differ, and Taehyun squints at the guy in question before nodding. “Yeah, he’s looking at Jinwoo. Sorry, Seungyoon.”
“I don’t care,” Seungyoon sighs, taking another sip. Although if he’s being honest, maybe he really isn’t all that desirable, especially when flanked by his friends who have few times been mistaken for models. “Where’s Seunghoon anyway?” Seungyoon asks as he looks around, and Taehyun points to the middle of the dance floor where Seunghoon’s hands are already at some girl’s waist, and he’s lewdly grinding against her back. Seungyoon’s eyes grow wide.
“We’ve been here ten minutes, how the fuck does he do that?”
“He’s what we call a career pick up artist,” Taehyun chuckles. “Anyway don’t worry about him, worry about yourself. And maybe our ride after this - it looks like we’re going to get ditched.”
Seungyoon shakes his head and finds himself nursing his drink faster than usual. Perhaps it’s the nerves, or his subconscious desire to just get drunk so he can get out of this. Come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea.
“Uhm, excuse me,” Seungyoon yells over the thumping of the club music, hoping the bartender could hear. Jinwoo has decided to pursue the guy in the green shirt - at least that’s another one off his back, but Taehyun, more relentless than he’s ever been, not even when he was promoting his mini art exhibit at the university library last year - had made his way across the club to ‘scout’ for more prospects for Seungyoon. Which leaves Seungyoon all alone to follow his new course of action which involves the bartender cooperating. “Excuse me! Sir!” Seungyoon calls out again.
“Another rum coke?” The bartender asks when he turns around, arm outstretched to hand some guy his own drink.
“Yeah,” Seungyoon nods. “And please keep it coming.”
The bartender tilts his head, traces of a smile in his mouth. He’s already moving his hands expertly from across the bar to make Seungyoon’s drink. “Bad day?”
“It was going good until my friends decided to turn me into a whore,” Seungyoon replies, a little too truthfully, but he supposes that’s okay since bartenders can barely hear over the music and are mostly just there to fix drinks and pretend like they listen.
But to Seungyoon’s surprise, the bartender laughs, hands materializing from under the bar with Seungyoon’s glass that’s now filled nearly to the brim. “Yeah I suppose that one guy with the parted hair was too much when he said he won’t let you leave the club until you find someone to fuck.”
Seungyoon chokes on his own drink, and the bartender is quick to hand him some tissues, all while looking very amused at Seungyoon’s expense. But he makes up for it by fixing Seungyoon a glass of water, which Seungyoon takes immediately. He examines the bartender's face through the rim, hoping the club is dark enough to hide Seungyoon's stained cheeks.
“You heard that?”
“I sort of hear all the conversations that take place in this general vicinity,” he makes a show of sweeping his hands over the bartop. Seungyoon tries not to focus too much on the veins in his arms that Seungyoon is noticing for the first time. The bartender grins warmly and Seungyoon couldn’t help but smile back.
“So now you know why you have to keep the drinks coming. If I have to suffer through this, I should make sure I’m well inebriated.”
“Well then it’s a good thing I never run out of rum,” he quips, which makes Seungyoon laugh. It’s not even that funny, but there’s something so genial about the man that puts Seungyoon at ease for the first time since coming to that club. Maybe this is why he’s a bartender - he’s rather good at making people comfortable.
For a while, the bartender gets busy and Seungyoon continues to just drink, talking to the few people who do approach him. There’s one guy, perhaps ten years older, who seems very interested but is way too grope-y for Seungyoon’s liking. Seungyoon tells him he's there with friends (which wasn't entirely a lie), but the guy knows a rejection when he hears one so he scuttles along to the next target. Then there’s a young boy with electric blue hair and the goofiest smile, but who probably isn’t older than seventeen. Why he was allowed in this club in the first place, Seungyoon has no idea. But no, he’s not that desperate to go for potential jailbaits. Pass. There are also girls, beautiful ones, giving him the googly eyes but unfortunately, Seungyoon just doesn’t swing that way. How he wishes he did then the potential to find someone decent might actually triple.
Taehyun eventually comes back with a man in hand, whose name is either Jackson or Markson or something along those lines, Seungyoon realizes he cares little for it. He’s actually above average in the looks department, but by the way his eyes keep straying away, it's obvious he's more interested in Taehyun than anyone else. Seungyoon may not have gotten laid in eight months but he has more pride than that. Seungyoon tells Taehyun as much, who only sighs in exasperation.
And so Seungyoon keeps drinking, Taehyun keeps searching, Seunghoon and Jinwoo are probably already getting some action somewhere, and the bartender is doing a great job of making everyone who orders drinks feel like they’re chummy. Sometimes Seungyoon would catch his eyes while he works and he never misses to give Seungyoon a little smile that makes his stomach flip just a tiny bit. And like Seungyoon had requested, his glass is never empty for too long, like amidst chaos of the party and manning the bar with just one other bartender, he’s actually keeping an eye on Seungyoon.
Seungyoon isn’t really sure if their brief conversation earlier could be considered flirting or just talking but out of everyone he’d talked to today, what he had with the bartender was the closest to an actual connection. He’s very cute, now that Seungyoon has had time to ogle him for an entire hour. He has intense dark eyes and the most delicious tanned skin, with arms that are practically tree trunks.
But bartenders are being paid to be charming, and he’s been nothing but exactly that to everyone. Seungyoon can’t assume that he’s interested, which makes this whole club trip all the more sad.
So it’s back to plan B - get drunk enough that Taehyun couldn’t possibly allow him to go home with anyone.
As another club banger begins to shake the room and there are wild cheers on the dance floor, he swivels around to change his drink. Rum isn’t really cutting it anymore and if he wants to go home, he’ll have to start drinking the hard stuff.
But when he turns to the bar to order a tequila shot, the cute bartender is gone, and there’s someone else looking at him expectantly.
“Uhm,” Seungyoon looks over the man’s shoulder, neck craned to search for his bartender while he stalls his order. “I’ll have a shot of tequila, I guess,” he finally says, deflated, after an eye sweep of his surroundings and still no cute bartender in sight.
The man nods and proceeds to prepare his drink, and if Seungyoon doesn’t think it pathetic, his head would have landed onto the bartop now so he can lament his misfortune. Then again, it’s not like the bartender was interested. If he was, he would have at least said goodbye.
In the middle of a Bigbang song that’s getting everyone except for Seungyoon hyped up, he feels a hand land on his lower back.
“Taehyun, let’s just give up. No one wants to have sex with me okay,” he says before he turns to face his friend.
Except shit, it’s not Taehyun.
“Hey,” he says with a small laugh, looking even more attractive after a change of clothes. He’s wearing a casual flannel shirt now, buttoned low enough to expose what looks to be impressive pecs. He’s smiling brightly at Seungyoon. It’s the bartender. Seungyoon’s bartender.
“Hi,” Seungyoon manages to squeak, a little flustered.
“Listen, I don’t do this very often, but, uhh, do you really want your friends off your back?” He asks, and Seungyoon notes the shy, somewhat embarrassed lilt to his deep voice.
“Yes,” Seungyoon nods absently, heartbeat quickening. “Definitely.”
“Okay, so...” He rubs the back of his neck, bottom lip caught between his teeth and Seungyoon thinks it’s so endearing. Fuck. This is it. “My shift is over and my apartment isn’t far and you’re really hot so if you’re interested-“
Seungyoon doesn’t even let him finish and yanks his shirt to pull him in. This is so wrong, something at the back of Seungyoon’s mind nags, but the guy’s lips are so fucking soft and very welcoming, tongue so pliant that Seungyoon finds himself moaning against his mouth. It’s been so long for him, to have someone to kiss like this, to have his body respond to this kind of heat and maybe Taehyun is right - this is exactly what he needs.
Seungyoon doesn’t even realize that the guy is completely pressed onto him now and Seungyoon's back is almost already arched over the bar, while his legs trap the guy’s strong thighs. They keep going at it without a care for the people who Seungyoon thinks are probably staring at this point, and when Seungyoon remembers where they are, he pushes the guy slightly and pulls away from his mouth.
“Fuck,” Seungyoon whispers, wheezing for air, fist still on the guy’s shirt. Around them, the party still goes on, with only just a few pleased-looking people paying them any attention. But the guy is looking at Seungyoon like they’re the only two people there, moist lips stretched into a small, satisfied smile. It makes every nerve in Seungyoon’s body tingle in anticipation.
And so Seungyoon says the words he never thought he’d ever say to a complete stranger: “Let’s get out of here.”
Seungyoon’s heart is beating a mile a minute as they shoulder their way out of the club, on a marvelous high even if he has to be pressed against sweaty, possibly sexually-frustrated bodies, because the guy’s hand is wrapped around his own like he’s afraid he might lose Seungyoon if he doesn’t hold on tightly enough. Seungyoon should really try to find Taehyun and get him to stop the search because Seungyoon has managed to find someone on his own ha but that’s a hassle Seungyoon would rather not endure. And besides it’s nothing a short text message wouldn’t easily fix, so to hell with Taehyun, much like his long-standing view on one night stands.
It’s past midnight and the cool Seoul air pricks at Seungyoon’s skin as soon as they step outside the stuffy club. The guy is still holding on to his hand, and when he turns to face Seungyoon again, Seungyoon has to physically stop himself from grinning. The guy really is gorgeous, the strobe lights of the club doing no favors to his strikingly perfect features. His eyes are magnetic, framed by the longest eyelashes Seungyoon has seen in a man. He also looks a lot younger than Seungyoon previously assumed.
“I’ll get us a cab,” the guy says in his gravelly voice, to which Seungyoon just nods, still distracted by the way his mouth moves when he’s talking. God, Seungyoon is far gone now.
He lets go of Seungyoon’s hand to edge closer to the road, and Seungyoon just watches him from where he stands by the club entrance, completely mesmerized by his every little movement. There’s a thrill coursing through Seungyoon’s veins, something he hasn’t quite experienced in the past. He isn’t a stranger to dating and before his ex, he’s had his fair share of flirtatious encounters with a number of people, but none of them has ever felt like this.
The fact that Seungyoon knows he’s going to have sex with this guy - someone who up until a few minutes ago was only serving him his drinks - it’s exhilarating. Seungyoon is undeniably so attracted to him physically, which he never thought could happen without an emotional connection. Part of the reason why he never understood the allure of one night stands is because he’s always preferred the slow burn of attraction one can only get from constant dates and truly getting to know each other.
But everything about this man is like a building up in flames, and Seungyoon can barely breathe on his own just imagining being intimate with him, much less having it actually happen. He isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol in his system or his friends’ perpetual horniness finally rubbing off on him, but he’s really worked up right now and he needs a release. So when the guy gestures at Seungyoon to come over, a cab already pulled over beside him, Seungyoon dashes for it like his life depends on getting inside the vehicle in lightning speed.
Needless to say, the cab ride is all sorts of uncomfortable - a silence so thickly filled with repressed sexual tension. Seungyoon’s skin quivers at every light bump of their knees, and terse eye contacts that seem to communicate more than words.
“Exactly how far is it?” Seungyoon blurts out before he could stop himself, sounding impatient.
The guy is clearly trying to bite back a smile when he replies. “Five minutes and we’re there.”
Five minutes. Seungyoon could barely last a minute more in so close a proximity with the man.
When the cab slows to a stop in front of a residential building, Seungyoon all but jumps out before the guy can even finish paying. He recognizes the area; he used to frequent a coffee shop just a few blocks from there until his breakup, and since it’s one of the places Jaebum had introduced, Seungyoon made sure to never return in an effort to avoid running into him.
Why the fuck is he even thinking about his ex right now - he should really get back to that hunk, who, as though he could read Seungyoon’s mind, places a gentle hand on his lower back again, much like he did at the club earlier and leads him towards the entrance.
Seungyoon can’t remember how they made it up all the way to the fifth floor, nor can he pinpoint when exactly they’d started kissing again, but before they even stumble into the guy’s apartment, Seungyoon’s tongue is already down the guy’s throat. Seungyoon hears the door shut behind him and he’s being pushed against it by the guy’s much stronger frame. He groans into his mouth when he feels something very hard against his thigh and fuck Seungyoon is so turned on right now this stranger can turn him over and fuck him against that door and Seungyoon wouldn’t have much qualms about it.
“We should move,” the guy whispers in his ear before placing sloppy kisses just below his jaw. Seungyoon’s hands are all over his muscled back, touching and clinging onto him to make sure he doesn’t fall to the floor just by how intense everything feels. All he could manage is a hum in agreement and he’s being pulled across the dark apartment. He could make out a few things after his eyes adjusted to the darkness and it seems a simple enough space for a man of his age to live in.
His train of thought is interrupted when they enter a room and all of a sudden Seungyoon is being pushed to the bed - and he lands with a soft thump that makes him gasp. Oh shit, this is really happening. The guy moves to the side of the bed to turn on a lamp which illuminates the room in the sexiest way possible before he moves back to the foot of the bed, removing his shirt and crawling on all fours and on top of Seungyoon.
“Damn,” Seungyoon whispers as he stares at the man’s body - ripped and strong and on top of him. There are several tattoos inked on his skin that effectively increased his hotness level, and Seungyoon didn’t even think that were still possible. How in the world did Seungyoon get so lucky.
The guy chuckles, hands now propped on both sides of Seungyoon’s head. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s very enchanting Seungyoon can lose himself in them. “Do you have any idea how cute you are?”
“No,” Seungyoon replies, trying not to flush. “But I’m not sure if ‘cute’ is what I should be going for at the moment.”
“You’re hot, too,” the guy says, eyes raking over Seungyoon’s face, down his shoulders. He makes a pained groan that shoots right to Seungyoon’s lower region. “Extremely hot.”
“Speak for yourself.”
The guy laughs again before his lips are on Seungyoon’s, and all Seungyoon could feel is unbearable heat. He needs to get rid of his clothes - fast. With the guy’s help, he manages to lift his shirt up his head without breaking apart too long, and they’re kissing again, long and deep and probing. There’s something so amazingly delicious about this man’s mouth, like soft, tangy candy Seungyoon can’t get enough of.
“Name,” Seungyoon says in between kisses, in the hope he can at least associate this moment with something other than ‘mysterious bartender’. “Any name.”
“Mino,” the guy responds without faltering. Whether or not that’s his actual name, Seungyoon commits it to memory.
“Seungyoon,” he offers back, incapable of lying or doing anything that requires him to think right now. The guy repeats it under his breath like a prayer before swooping in for another kiss.
Then Seungyoon feels hands fumbling for the button of his pants and he grunts in approval when Mino manages to pull it all the way down to his ankles, then off his legs. Mino certainly isn’t wasting any more time, already hovered over Seungyoon’s cock before Seungyoon can even make a move. Mino flicks his eyelids up to look at Seungyoon, like a soundless promise that Seungyoon is going to enjoy the hell out of what he’s about to do next.
And true enough, Seungyoon’s eyes almost roll over all the way to the back of his head when Mino’s hot lips engulf the tip of his dick.
“Shit,” Seungyoon nearly yells when Mino moves down slowly, and Seungyoon can feel his hot tongue just sliding at the underside of his cock, the wet friction making Seungyoon want to come right then and there. It’s been way too long, Seungyoon has nearly forgotten just how good sex feels. Mino takes him in deep, bless his lack of a gag reflex, before he bobs up and down with measured ease. It must not be that easy, what with Seungyoon’s size, and he can see Mino’s eyes watering at the corners but he looks eager and hungry all the same.
Seungyoon continues to thrash on his bed, clutching the sheets on his back when Mino releases him only to run an open mouth across his length, like he’s giving it kisses ever so gently but is driving Seungyoon crazy. When he pulls away, Seungyoon almost protests, but to his surprise, Mino tucks both arms underneath Seungyoon’s thighs and pulls him in closer to his face.
Fuck. Seungyoon’s eyes widen when he realizes what Mino’s about to do. It’s not that he hasn’t experienced it before, it’s just Jaebum never really liked giving or receiving, and so it was something that wasn’t on the ‘menu’ so to speak. But Seungyoon is practically vibrating as he watches Mino look at him with razor sharp concentration, his hot breath already ghosting over Seungyoon’s skin.
“Can I?” Mino asks, rather politely actually, and it’s all Seungyoon could do not to jerk his hip up to just let him get on with it before he comes just by the mere thought of Mino eating him out.
He nods instead, and all at once Seungyoon’s world is burst of white light when he feels the hot, wet muscle press against his hole. Mino teasingly circles the skin around his entrance before he licks in again, pushing his face closer, and Seungyoon nearly sobs from how fucking fantastic it feels. He’s flicking his tongue back and forth, opening him up, Mino’s hands parting his ass cheeks to grant him deeper entry. Seungyoon must have screamed all the profanities available in the language.
“Mino,” Seungyoon pleads as he squirms, Mino relentless in his ministrations. But Seungyoon is hot and leaking against his stomach and he needs to get fucked. At this very instant.
Mino gets the message and reaches for the lube, coating his fingers generously before slowly pressing one into Seungyoon. There’s a slight burn, it’s been a while, but he’s always loved the stretch. Mino waits for Seungyoon to nod before he adds another finger and this time Seungyoon has to bite down on a pillow to suppress the pain. Mino peppers kisses along the insides of Seungyoon’s thighs that makes Seungyoon want to give him a kiss of gratitude for being gentle. When Seungyoon has adjusted to the intrusion, Mino adds a third finger, and Seungyoon finds that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Mino moves them in shallow thrusts, just to make Seungyoon get used to the burn and the stretch and soon, Seungyoon’s pained gasps turn into breathless whimpers when Mino’s finger brushes his prostate.
Then Mino shifts to get rid of his pants, and Seungyoon’s mouth waters as soon as Mino’s cock springs free - swollen and inviting. But before Mino could grab the condom, Seungyoon shoots up from where he’s lying on the bed and pulls Mino down. The look of confusion that passes through Mino’s face is downright adorable. Seungyoon flips them over so he’s on top.
He can’t possibly let this night end without tasting Mino, too. Mino seems to have understood Seungyoon’s intention because he sighs and smiles expectantly. Seungyoon kneels between Mino’s folded legs and grabs the base of his cock. Mino’s reaction is instantaneous as soon as Seungyoon wets his lips and takes him into his mouth.
Oh god, Mino is delicious. Everything about him is. So much so that Seungyoon wants to take his time despite his need - suckling gently then pulling back to tease. Mino’s face is a mixture of tortured pleasure and begging and Seungyoon smiles before he takes him in, length completely buried in his throat. Mino’s breath hitches, his hand rakes through Seungyoon’s hair.
“Shit, Seungyoon, your mouth. Fuck,” Mino whimpers. And in response, Seungyoon hollows his cheeks and moves his head, making Mino groan repeatedly as he pushes up and down.
In the heat of it all, Mino grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him up for a kiss - as if Mino wants to chase the lingering taste of himself in Seungyoon’s mouth. Seungyoon kisses back just as fiercely, their bodies scorching against each other. Seungyoon can’t seem to stop touching Mino, he wants to run a hand over every patch of skin until he’s satisfied.
Mino reaches for the condom on the nightstand and Seungyoon bites down on his lower lip as he watches Mino roll the rubber until his cock is covered completely, then he coats it with lube. Seungyoon doesn’t need to be told and he straddles Mino in one swift move, his chest heaving up and down as he stares down at this stranger. Goddamn, he really is beautiful. Seungyoon presses a kiss on his mouth as he aligns himself with Mino’s cock, before he sinks down slowly.
“Fuck,” they both say when Mino is buried inside Seungyoon - and for a few seconds they stay completely still, only their ragged breaths filling the space. And then, little by little, Seungyoon raises himself, savouring the drag of Mino’s cock inside of him before he sinks again - this time, harsher. Seungyoon moans out loud when it hits him in the right spot. Seungyoon repeats the movement over and over, Mino’s hands anchored on his hips now, guiding him, until Seungyoon is speeding up unconsciously, riding Mino so hard he has to grab onto his arms in order to steady himself.
Everything is haze of pleasure as Mino pushes Seungyoon’s torso without pulling out, and Seungyoon lands on his back with Mino still hovered over his body. Mino spreads Seungyoon’s legs and begins fucking him again on his own pace this time, fast but deliberate. Seungyoon doesn’t hold back the sounds he makes, determined to make Mino know that yes oh god he should continue just like this. In a stroke of inspiration, Seungyoon flips over so he’s lying on lying on his stomach while Mino pounds into him from behind. The new angle is even more amazing, every thrust never failing to strike Seungyoon just right to make his toes curl.
Seungyoon is blissed out, incapable of thought as he lets his body guide him, lets this man just give him the kind of pleasure that quite frankly, he has never experienced. Ever. It’s all so new and fantastic - to be uninhibited like this, and soon, he comes all over Mino’s sheets with a strangled cry, completely untouched. Mino collapses on top of him not long after. They’re both immovable, gasping for air, and Seungyoon feels a kiss on his back before the weight disappears. He’s exhausted. Seungyoon doesn’t even realize that his eyelids are heavy and it doesn’t take too long before he falls asleep on the stranger’s bed.
Part Two
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 15.6k
Summary: Seungyoon doesn't do one night stands, but his friends are determined to change his mind
Note: My second fic for the 100 minute SongKang challenge :)
Seungyoon is convinced he’s the only normal one in his group of friends, which at the moment, is a losing argument given the three pairs of eyes that are staring at him as though he’s a green alien who had just walked into the bar and ordered a beer.
“Are you fucking serious?” Jinwoo gapes at him, and Seungyoon thinks he sees a hint of pity in Jinwoo’s impossibly large eyes.
“Come on, guys,” Seungyoon lets out a laugh that sounds uneasy, even to him, and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly embarrassed when he’s clearly the only sane person on this table. “You can’t possibly want that lifestyle. I mean, think of the diseases.” Seungyoon shudders as snippets of his basic reproductive health classes back in high school flash through his mind, along with a rather nasty image of a purple penis that had him traumatized all throughout junior year.
“That’s what condoms are for,” Taehyun pipes, judgment lacing his tone. “And who’s talking about a lifestyle? It’s just something that happens. We’re not all Seunghoon.”
“That’s right,” Seunghoon leans closer with a sneer. “You’re not all me. You need serious skills in order to go home with anyone you like, which I’ve perfected.” He winks.
Taehyun rolls his eyes, unwilling to taking the bait. They can all talk about Seunghoon being a beast later, but for now Seungyoon’s vanilla sex life is the more important matter at hand. Seungyoon doesn’t even remember how in the world they veered so far off from their original topic, which was whether or not it was okay for Seunghoon to buy a dog and have it live in their shared apartment.
“So, you’ve never done it... out of choice?” Taehyun’s brow is quirked in a way that’s still very disparaging and if Seungyoon hadn’t spent all of freshman year getting to know them, he’d think they’re all just very awful people right now.
“Of course it’s by choice!” Seungyoon defends, taking a swig from his bottle, his throat unbearably dry. No one in their right mind should ever have sex with a complete stranger. One night stands are simply out of the question for Seungyoon, and the fact that all three of his closest college friends think him a lunatic for it clearly means something went wrong with the government’s basic academic curriculum somewhere.
“But you broke up with Jaebum before second semester last year,” Jinwoo supplies casually, tapping his chin. It’s not really something Seungyoon wants to be reminded of given their horrible breakup, but hey, as long as they’re on the roast-seungyoon-until-he-cries roll they why the hell not. “That was eight months ago. So like, how do you have sex?”
Seungyoon would much rather be swallowed by a hole in the ground than have to sit here any longer. All three look at him expectantly.
“I don’t,” Seungyoon shrugs, acting as nonchalant as possible. “But it’s not like I can’t do anything about the urges. I mean, we’ve all masturba-“
“Oh god, that’s tragic,” Seunghoon cuts in with a sympathetic frown. “We need to get you laid. Now.”
“What?” Seungyoon’s eyes are wide. “How did we get to that conclusion?”
“Wait a second,” Taehyun interrupts again. “So you mean to say all those ‘library nights’ you kept going to last year were actual library nights?”
Seungyoon’s jaw drops in horror, looking across his friends’ faces. “What did you all think? That I was hooking up all those times?!”
“Well yeah,” Jinwoo replies, looking almost offended. “I mean, you were kind of a campus hotshot last year, and after your breakup with Jaebum it seemed like everyone wanted you. Well, every gay guy at least.”
In hindsight, Seungyoon does recall several guys he’d regularly bump into at certain spots on campus, and a few who were particularly flirtatious, but at the time Seungyoon was still nursing a broken heart. Plus, he had just made a vow to focus on classes and survive his first year of university instead of wasting any more time on relationships.
“I wasn’t ready, okay?” Seungyoon declares, to which none of them look very sympathetic.
“No, I won’t allow this,” Seunghoon stands up from his seat, downing his beer bottle in one go and urging the rest of them to do the same. There’s a crazed look in his eyes now, only magnified under the dim lights of the bar. Seungyoon could already feel this going so wrong, especially with the look of mischief that are mirrored in Taehyun’s and Jinwoo’s faces.
“It’s simply unacceptable that the last person you had sex with is the jerk who cheated on you,” Seunghoon continues over the music, not making any conscious effort to be subtle, and in effect, several people sitting in adjacent tables turn to look. Seungyoon really hates this.
“I agree,” Taehyun moves to gather his things as well, getting ready to leave. “You may not think you need to get laid, but trust me, you do. At least get it done before the term starts and things get hectic again or you’ll find excuses not to go have fun,” he finishes, dragging Seungyoon by the elbow up from his seat. All Seungyoon wants to do is finish his beer bottle, but it’s too late for that when he’s being shoved outside the door in the hopes he caves into making a very unwise decision.
They practically drag him towards Seunghoon’s car despite his protests, but Seungyoon manages to yank his arm away from Jinwoo’s iron grip before they could push him inside.
“Guys, this is crazy!” Seungyoon yells in a last-ditch effort to get out of this madness. “I’m not going to force myself to sleep with a stranger!”
“Seungyoon,” Taehyun puts a hand on top of Seungyoon’s shoulder, another on his waist - which only means Seungyoon is in for some ‘real’ talk. Seungyoon sighs.
“If you remove the negative connotation you’ve always put on one-night stands and just open your mind to the possibility of it, then this shouldn’t have to be such an ordeal. We’re in college. We’re young. We’re allowed to make stupid mistakes now that we can’t once we have jobs and real responsibilities,” Taehyun explains, looking more and more serious. Seungyoon wonders if Taehyun has ever put half the effort he is right now in convincing Seungyoon to have sex, into any aspect of his life. Seungyoon supposes he should be flattered Taehyun is going to such lengths when he normally doesn’t give a shit about most things.
“It’s just not for me,” Seungyoon responds, albeit unconvincingly, because Taehyun is still looking at Seungyoon like he has no idea what he’s talking about.
“How can you say that without even trying at least once?”
“After all the horror stories you guys have told me about some of your one night stands, I don’t have to experience it for myself.”
“It’s part of the fun,” Seunghoon says, chin propped on a hand over the roof of his car. “The unpredictability of it is what makes it exciting. As long as you’re practicing safe sex and not completely drunk enough you can’t make proper choices, then it shouldn’t be a problem. If it sucks, it’s another funny story to tell over lunch.”
“And if this guy lures you into some crazy bat cave, you can always still walk away. Unless you’re into leather and masks,” Jinwoo adds with a sheepish smile, which Seungyoon hopes doesn’t translate into Jinwoo’s actual preferred sexual activity because the mental image is quite disturbing.
“Ugh this isn’t working,” Taehyun rolls his eyes and grabs both of Seungyoon’s shoulders now. “If you meet Jaebum on campus on Monday with some new man, do you really want to be the Seungyoon who couldn’t even have angry rebound sex after the break up eight months ago? Are you still hung up on him, is that it?”
“Of course not!” Seungyoon retorts. He’s completely over that idiot cheater, thank god. But something about what Taehyun is saying is making him a little fired up inside. Taehyun must have sensed it because he smirks.
“Well then prove it. Have emotionless sex with a guy you barely know and enjoy it.”
Maybe Seungyoon shouldn’t have let Taehyun easily con him into saying yes, because looking through the crowd now, he’s just realized that he hasn’t really dated anyone since Jaebum - and that includes the one year they were in a relationship. He’s scared that he’s completely forgotten how to do this, and he isn’t like Seunghoon, Taehyun, and Jinwoo who are staples in clubs like these for precisely that reason.
He suddenly feels dizzy and swivels in his seat to grab his glass. He’d strayed from his usual light beer and ordered a rum and coke to help loosen the nerves. After taking a sip, he tugs at the side of Jinwoo’s jacket, feeling helpless.
“How exactly do you do this?” Seungyoon asks, starting to feel stuffy. He’s not the type to dislike clubs, in fact, when he and Jaebum had been dating, they often frequented these spots. But being here alone, with hooking up as end goal, is an entirely different story.
“Just relax,” Jinwoo tells him, hips moving slightly to the music. Jinwoo hasn’t stopped smiling since they arrived, looking absolutely in his element. “If you keep acting nervous, everyone’s going to think you’re a virgin and virgins are bad news. They get clingy after sex.”
“All the tables are full,” Taehyun emerges from the throng of partygoers, panting slightly and already covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He slides into the empty stool beside Seungyoon. “We don’t really need a table though - it’s probably good that you stay here at the bar. Everyone needs a drink so they’ll come by and spot you. I’m sure someone will approach soon enough.”
“I sound like a fucking piece of meat,” Seungyoon grimaces. “This is such a demeaning-“
“Shh,” Taehyun’s hand moves to clap at Seungyoon’s mouth before tapping at his thigh. “Look at that guy in green by the stage. I think he’s looking at you.”
“Nope, he’s looking at me,” Jinwoo begs to differ, and Taehyun squints at the guy in question before nodding. “Yeah, he’s looking at Jinwoo. Sorry, Seungyoon.”
“I don’t care,” Seungyoon sighs, taking another sip. Although if he’s being honest, maybe he really isn’t all that desirable, especially when flanked by his friends who have few times been mistaken for models. “Where’s Seunghoon anyway?” Seungyoon asks as he looks around, and Taehyun points to the middle of the dance floor where Seunghoon’s hands are already at some girl’s waist, and he’s lewdly grinding against her back. Seungyoon’s eyes grow wide.
“We’ve been here ten minutes, how the fuck does he do that?”
“He’s what we call a career pick up artist,” Taehyun chuckles. “Anyway don’t worry about him, worry about yourself. And maybe our ride after this - it looks like we’re going to get ditched.”
Seungyoon shakes his head and finds himself nursing his drink faster than usual. Perhaps it’s the nerves, or his subconscious desire to just get drunk so he can get out of this. Come to think of it, that’s not such a bad idea.
“Uhm, excuse me,” Seungyoon yells over the thumping of the club music, hoping the bartender could hear. Jinwoo has decided to pursue the guy in the green shirt - at least that’s another one off his back, but Taehyun, more relentless than he’s ever been, not even when he was promoting his mini art exhibit at the university library last year - had made his way across the club to ‘scout’ for more prospects for Seungyoon. Which leaves Seungyoon all alone to follow his new course of action which involves the bartender cooperating. “Excuse me! Sir!” Seungyoon calls out again.
“Another rum coke?” The bartender asks when he turns around, arm outstretched to hand some guy his own drink.
“Yeah,” Seungyoon nods. “And please keep it coming.”
The bartender tilts his head, traces of a smile in his mouth. He’s already moving his hands expertly from across the bar to make Seungyoon’s drink. “Bad day?”
“It was going good until my friends decided to turn me into a whore,” Seungyoon replies, a little too truthfully, but he supposes that’s okay since bartenders can barely hear over the music and are mostly just there to fix drinks and pretend like they listen.
But to Seungyoon’s surprise, the bartender laughs, hands materializing from under the bar with Seungyoon’s glass that’s now filled nearly to the brim. “Yeah I suppose that one guy with the parted hair was too much when he said he won’t let you leave the club until you find someone to fuck.”
Seungyoon chokes on his own drink, and the bartender is quick to hand him some tissues, all while looking very amused at Seungyoon’s expense. But he makes up for it by fixing Seungyoon a glass of water, which Seungyoon takes immediately. He examines the bartender's face through the rim, hoping the club is dark enough to hide Seungyoon's stained cheeks.
“You heard that?”
“I sort of hear all the conversations that take place in this general vicinity,” he makes a show of sweeping his hands over the bartop. Seungyoon tries not to focus too much on the veins in his arms that Seungyoon is noticing for the first time. The bartender grins warmly and Seungyoon couldn’t help but smile back.
“So now you know why you have to keep the drinks coming. If I have to suffer through this, I should make sure I’m well inebriated.”
“Well then it’s a good thing I never run out of rum,” he quips, which makes Seungyoon laugh. It’s not even that funny, but there’s something so genial about the man that puts Seungyoon at ease for the first time since coming to that club. Maybe this is why he’s a bartender - he’s rather good at making people comfortable.
For a while, the bartender gets busy and Seungyoon continues to just drink, talking to the few people who do approach him. There’s one guy, perhaps ten years older, who seems very interested but is way too grope-y for Seungyoon’s liking. Seungyoon tells him he's there with friends (which wasn't entirely a lie), but the guy knows a rejection when he hears one so he scuttles along to the next target. Then there’s a young boy with electric blue hair and the goofiest smile, but who probably isn’t older than seventeen. Why he was allowed in this club in the first place, Seungyoon has no idea. But no, he’s not that desperate to go for potential jailbaits. Pass. There are also girls, beautiful ones, giving him the googly eyes but unfortunately, Seungyoon just doesn’t swing that way. How he wishes he did then the potential to find someone decent might actually triple.
Taehyun eventually comes back with a man in hand, whose name is either Jackson or Markson or something along those lines, Seungyoon realizes he cares little for it. He’s actually above average in the looks department, but by the way his eyes keep straying away, it's obvious he's more interested in Taehyun than anyone else. Seungyoon may not have gotten laid in eight months but he has more pride than that. Seungyoon tells Taehyun as much, who only sighs in exasperation.
And so Seungyoon keeps drinking, Taehyun keeps searching, Seunghoon and Jinwoo are probably already getting some action somewhere, and the bartender is doing a great job of making everyone who orders drinks feel like they’re chummy. Sometimes Seungyoon would catch his eyes while he works and he never misses to give Seungyoon a little smile that makes his stomach flip just a tiny bit. And like Seungyoon had requested, his glass is never empty for too long, like amidst chaos of the party and manning the bar with just one other bartender, he’s actually keeping an eye on Seungyoon.
Seungyoon isn’t really sure if their brief conversation earlier could be considered flirting or just talking but out of everyone he’d talked to today, what he had with the bartender was the closest to an actual connection. He’s very cute, now that Seungyoon has had time to ogle him for an entire hour. He has intense dark eyes and the most delicious tanned skin, with arms that are practically tree trunks.
But bartenders are being paid to be charming, and he’s been nothing but exactly that to everyone. Seungyoon can’t assume that he’s interested, which makes this whole club trip all the more sad.
So it’s back to plan B - get drunk enough that Taehyun couldn’t possibly allow him to go home with anyone.
As another club banger begins to shake the room and there are wild cheers on the dance floor, he swivels around to change his drink. Rum isn’t really cutting it anymore and if he wants to go home, he’ll have to start drinking the hard stuff.
But when he turns to the bar to order a tequila shot, the cute bartender is gone, and there’s someone else looking at him expectantly.
“Uhm,” Seungyoon looks over the man’s shoulder, neck craned to search for his bartender while he stalls his order. “I’ll have a shot of tequila, I guess,” he finally says, deflated, after an eye sweep of his surroundings and still no cute bartender in sight.
The man nods and proceeds to prepare his drink, and if Seungyoon doesn’t think it pathetic, his head would have landed onto the bartop now so he can lament his misfortune. Then again, it’s not like the bartender was interested. If he was, he would have at least said goodbye.
In the middle of a Bigbang song that’s getting everyone except for Seungyoon hyped up, he feels a hand land on his lower back.
“Taehyun, let’s just give up. No one wants to have sex with me okay,” he says before he turns to face his friend.
Except shit, it’s not Taehyun.
“Hey,” he says with a small laugh, looking even more attractive after a change of clothes. He’s wearing a casual flannel shirt now, buttoned low enough to expose what looks to be impressive pecs. He’s smiling brightly at Seungyoon. It’s the bartender. Seungyoon’s bartender.
“Hi,” Seungyoon manages to squeak, a little flustered.
“Listen, I don’t do this very often, but, uhh, do you really want your friends off your back?” He asks, and Seungyoon notes the shy, somewhat embarrassed lilt to his deep voice.
“Yes,” Seungyoon nods absently, heartbeat quickening. “Definitely.”
“Okay, so...” He rubs the back of his neck, bottom lip caught between his teeth and Seungyoon thinks it’s so endearing. Fuck. This is it. “My shift is over and my apartment isn’t far and you’re really hot so if you’re interested-“
Seungyoon doesn’t even let him finish and yanks his shirt to pull him in. This is so wrong, something at the back of Seungyoon’s mind nags, but the guy’s lips are so fucking soft and very welcoming, tongue so pliant that Seungyoon finds himself moaning against his mouth. It’s been so long for him, to have someone to kiss like this, to have his body respond to this kind of heat and maybe Taehyun is right - this is exactly what he needs.
Seungyoon doesn’t even realize that the guy is completely pressed onto him now and Seungyoon's back is almost already arched over the bar, while his legs trap the guy’s strong thighs. They keep going at it without a care for the people who Seungyoon thinks are probably staring at this point, and when Seungyoon remembers where they are, he pushes the guy slightly and pulls away from his mouth.
“Fuck,” Seungyoon whispers, wheezing for air, fist still on the guy’s shirt. Around them, the party still goes on, with only just a few pleased-looking people paying them any attention. But the guy is looking at Seungyoon like they’re the only two people there, moist lips stretched into a small, satisfied smile. It makes every nerve in Seungyoon’s body tingle in anticipation.
And so Seungyoon says the words he never thought he’d ever say to a complete stranger: “Let’s get out of here.”
Seungyoon’s heart is beating a mile a minute as they shoulder their way out of the club, on a marvelous high even if he has to be pressed against sweaty, possibly sexually-frustrated bodies, because the guy’s hand is wrapped around his own like he’s afraid he might lose Seungyoon if he doesn’t hold on tightly enough. Seungyoon should really try to find Taehyun and get him to stop the search because Seungyoon has managed to find someone on his own ha but that’s a hassle Seungyoon would rather not endure. And besides it’s nothing a short text message wouldn’t easily fix, so to hell with Taehyun, much like his long-standing view on one night stands.
It’s past midnight and the cool Seoul air pricks at Seungyoon’s skin as soon as they step outside the stuffy club. The guy is still holding on to his hand, and when he turns to face Seungyoon again, Seungyoon has to physically stop himself from grinning. The guy really is gorgeous, the strobe lights of the club doing no favors to his strikingly perfect features. His eyes are magnetic, framed by the longest eyelashes Seungyoon has seen in a man. He also looks a lot younger than Seungyoon previously assumed.
“I’ll get us a cab,” the guy says in his gravelly voice, to which Seungyoon just nods, still distracted by the way his mouth moves when he’s talking. God, Seungyoon is far gone now.
He lets go of Seungyoon’s hand to edge closer to the road, and Seungyoon just watches him from where he stands by the club entrance, completely mesmerized by his every little movement. There’s a thrill coursing through Seungyoon’s veins, something he hasn’t quite experienced in the past. He isn’t a stranger to dating and before his ex, he’s had his fair share of flirtatious encounters with a number of people, but none of them has ever felt like this.
The fact that Seungyoon knows he’s going to have sex with this guy - someone who up until a few minutes ago was only serving him his drinks - it’s exhilarating. Seungyoon is undeniably so attracted to him physically, which he never thought could happen without an emotional connection. Part of the reason why he never understood the allure of one night stands is because he’s always preferred the slow burn of attraction one can only get from constant dates and truly getting to know each other.
But everything about this man is like a building up in flames, and Seungyoon can barely breathe on his own just imagining being intimate with him, much less having it actually happen. He isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol in his system or his friends’ perpetual horniness finally rubbing off on him, but he’s really worked up right now and he needs a release. So when the guy gestures at Seungyoon to come over, a cab already pulled over beside him, Seungyoon dashes for it like his life depends on getting inside the vehicle in lightning speed.
Needless to say, the cab ride is all sorts of uncomfortable - a silence so thickly filled with repressed sexual tension. Seungyoon’s skin quivers at every light bump of their knees, and terse eye contacts that seem to communicate more than words.
“Exactly how far is it?” Seungyoon blurts out before he could stop himself, sounding impatient.
The guy is clearly trying to bite back a smile when he replies. “Five minutes and we’re there.”
Five minutes. Seungyoon could barely last a minute more in so close a proximity with the man.
When the cab slows to a stop in front of a residential building, Seungyoon all but jumps out before the guy can even finish paying. He recognizes the area; he used to frequent a coffee shop just a few blocks from there until his breakup, and since it’s one of the places Jaebum had introduced, Seungyoon made sure to never return in an effort to avoid running into him.
Why the fuck is he even thinking about his ex right now - he should really get back to that hunk, who, as though he could read Seungyoon’s mind, places a gentle hand on his lower back again, much like he did at the club earlier and leads him towards the entrance.
Seungyoon can’t remember how they made it up all the way to the fifth floor, nor can he pinpoint when exactly they’d started kissing again, but before they even stumble into the guy’s apartment, Seungyoon’s tongue is already down the guy’s throat. Seungyoon hears the door shut behind him and he’s being pushed against it by the guy’s much stronger frame. He groans into his mouth when he feels something very hard against his thigh and fuck Seungyoon is so turned on right now this stranger can turn him over and fuck him against that door and Seungyoon wouldn’t have much qualms about it.
“We should move,” the guy whispers in his ear before placing sloppy kisses just below his jaw. Seungyoon’s hands are all over his muscled back, touching and clinging onto him to make sure he doesn’t fall to the floor just by how intense everything feels. All he could manage is a hum in agreement and he’s being pulled across the dark apartment. He could make out a few things after his eyes adjusted to the darkness and it seems a simple enough space for a man of his age to live in.
His train of thought is interrupted when they enter a room and all of a sudden Seungyoon is being pushed to the bed - and he lands with a soft thump that makes him gasp. Oh shit, this is really happening. The guy moves to the side of the bed to turn on a lamp which illuminates the room in the sexiest way possible before he moves back to the foot of the bed, removing his shirt and crawling on all fours and on top of Seungyoon.
“Damn,” Seungyoon whispers as he stares at the man’s body - ripped and strong and on top of him. There are several tattoos inked on his skin that effectively increased his hotness level, and Seungyoon didn’t even think that were still possible. How in the world did Seungyoon get so lucky.
The guy chuckles, hands now propped on both sides of Seungyoon’s head. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that’s very enchanting Seungyoon can lose himself in them. “Do you have any idea how cute you are?”
“No,” Seungyoon replies, trying not to flush. “But I’m not sure if ‘cute’ is what I should be going for at the moment.”
“You’re hot, too,” the guy says, eyes raking over Seungyoon’s face, down his shoulders. He makes a pained groan that shoots right to Seungyoon’s lower region. “Extremely hot.”
“Speak for yourself.”
The guy laughs again before his lips are on Seungyoon’s, and all Seungyoon could feel is unbearable heat. He needs to get rid of his clothes - fast. With the guy’s help, he manages to lift his shirt up his head without breaking apart too long, and they’re kissing again, long and deep and probing. There’s something so amazingly delicious about this man’s mouth, like soft, tangy candy Seungyoon can’t get enough of.
“Name,” Seungyoon says in between kisses, in the hope he can at least associate this moment with something other than ‘mysterious bartender’. “Any name.”
“Mino,” the guy responds without faltering. Whether or not that’s his actual name, Seungyoon commits it to memory.
“Seungyoon,” he offers back, incapable of lying or doing anything that requires him to think right now. The guy repeats it under his breath like a prayer before swooping in for another kiss.
Then Seungyoon feels hands fumbling for the button of his pants and he grunts in approval when Mino manages to pull it all the way down to his ankles, then off his legs. Mino certainly isn’t wasting any more time, already hovered over Seungyoon’s cock before Seungyoon can even make a move. Mino flicks his eyelids up to look at Seungyoon, like a soundless promise that Seungyoon is going to enjoy the hell out of what he’s about to do next.
And true enough, Seungyoon’s eyes almost roll over all the way to the back of his head when Mino’s hot lips engulf the tip of his dick.
“Shit,” Seungyoon nearly yells when Mino moves down slowly, and Seungyoon can feel his hot tongue just sliding at the underside of his cock, the wet friction making Seungyoon want to come right then and there. It’s been way too long, Seungyoon has nearly forgotten just how good sex feels. Mino takes him in deep, bless his lack of a gag reflex, before he bobs up and down with measured ease. It must not be that easy, what with Seungyoon’s size, and he can see Mino’s eyes watering at the corners but he looks eager and hungry all the same.
Seungyoon continues to thrash on his bed, clutching the sheets on his back when Mino releases him only to run an open mouth across his length, like he’s giving it kisses ever so gently but is driving Seungyoon crazy. When he pulls away, Seungyoon almost protests, but to his surprise, Mino tucks both arms underneath Seungyoon’s thighs and pulls him in closer to his face.
Fuck. Seungyoon’s eyes widen when he realizes what Mino’s about to do. It’s not that he hasn’t experienced it before, it’s just Jaebum never really liked giving or receiving, and so it was something that wasn’t on the ‘menu’ so to speak. But Seungyoon is practically vibrating as he watches Mino look at him with razor sharp concentration, his hot breath already ghosting over Seungyoon’s skin.
“Can I?” Mino asks, rather politely actually, and it’s all Seungyoon could do not to jerk his hip up to just let him get on with it before he comes just by the mere thought of Mino eating him out.
He nods instead, and all at once Seungyoon’s world is burst of white light when he feels the hot, wet muscle press against his hole. Mino teasingly circles the skin around his entrance before he licks in again, pushing his face closer, and Seungyoon nearly sobs from how fucking fantastic it feels. He’s flicking his tongue back and forth, opening him up, Mino’s hands parting his ass cheeks to grant him deeper entry. Seungyoon must have screamed all the profanities available in the language.
“Mino,” Seungyoon pleads as he squirms, Mino relentless in his ministrations. But Seungyoon is hot and leaking against his stomach and he needs to get fucked. At this very instant.
Mino gets the message and reaches for the lube, coating his fingers generously before slowly pressing one into Seungyoon. There’s a slight burn, it’s been a while, but he’s always loved the stretch. Mino waits for Seungyoon to nod before he adds another finger and this time Seungyoon has to bite down on a pillow to suppress the pain. Mino peppers kisses along the insides of Seungyoon’s thighs that makes Seungyoon want to give him a kiss of gratitude for being gentle. When Seungyoon has adjusted to the intrusion, Mino adds a third finger, and Seungyoon finds that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Mino moves them in shallow thrusts, just to make Seungyoon get used to the burn and the stretch and soon, Seungyoon’s pained gasps turn into breathless whimpers when Mino’s finger brushes his prostate.
Then Mino shifts to get rid of his pants, and Seungyoon’s mouth waters as soon as Mino’s cock springs free - swollen and inviting. But before Mino could grab the condom, Seungyoon shoots up from where he’s lying on the bed and pulls Mino down. The look of confusion that passes through Mino’s face is downright adorable. Seungyoon flips them over so he’s on top.
He can’t possibly let this night end without tasting Mino, too. Mino seems to have understood Seungyoon’s intention because he sighs and smiles expectantly. Seungyoon kneels between Mino’s folded legs and grabs the base of his cock. Mino’s reaction is instantaneous as soon as Seungyoon wets his lips and takes him into his mouth.
Oh god, Mino is delicious. Everything about him is. So much so that Seungyoon wants to take his time despite his need - suckling gently then pulling back to tease. Mino’s face is a mixture of tortured pleasure and begging and Seungyoon smiles before he takes him in, length completely buried in his throat. Mino’s breath hitches, his hand rakes through Seungyoon’s hair.
“Shit, Seungyoon, your mouth. Fuck,” Mino whimpers. And in response, Seungyoon hollows his cheeks and moves his head, making Mino groan repeatedly as he pushes up and down.
In the heat of it all, Mino grabs a hold of his arm and pulls him up for a kiss - as if Mino wants to chase the lingering taste of himself in Seungyoon’s mouth. Seungyoon kisses back just as fiercely, their bodies scorching against each other. Seungyoon can’t seem to stop touching Mino, he wants to run a hand over every patch of skin until he’s satisfied.
Mino reaches for the condom on the nightstand and Seungyoon bites down on his lower lip as he watches Mino roll the rubber until his cock is covered completely, then he coats it with lube. Seungyoon doesn’t need to be told and he straddles Mino in one swift move, his chest heaving up and down as he stares down at this stranger. Goddamn, he really is beautiful. Seungyoon presses a kiss on his mouth as he aligns himself with Mino’s cock, before he sinks down slowly.
“Fuck,” they both say when Mino is buried inside Seungyoon - and for a few seconds they stay completely still, only their ragged breaths filling the space. And then, little by little, Seungyoon raises himself, savouring the drag of Mino’s cock inside of him before he sinks again - this time, harsher. Seungyoon moans out loud when it hits him in the right spot. Seungyoon repeats the movement over and over, Mino’s hands anchored on his hips now, guiding him, until Seungyoon is speeding up unconsciously, riding Mino so hard he has to grab onto his arms in order to steady himself.
Everything is haze of pleasure as Mino pushes Seungyoon’s torso without pulling out, and Seungyoon lands on his back with Mino still hovered over his body. Mino spreads Seungyoon’s legs and begins fucking him again on his own pace this time, fast but deliberate. Seungyoon doesn’t hold back the sounds he makes, determined to make Mino know that yes oh god he should continue just like this. In a stroke of inspiration, Seungyoon flips over so he’s lying on lying on his stomach while Mino pounds into him from behind. The new angle is even more amazing, every thrust never failing to strike Seungyoon just right to make his toes curl.
Seungyoon is blissed out, incapable of thought as he lets his body guide him, lets this man just give him the kind of pleasure that quite frankly, he has never experienced. Ever. It’s all so new and fantastic - to be uninhibited like this, and soon, he comes all over Mino’s sheets with a strangled cry, completely untouched. Mino collapses on top of him not long after. They’re both immovable, gasping for air, and Seungyoon feels a kiss on his back before the weight disappears. He’s exhausted. Seungyoon doesn’t even realize that his eyelids are heavy and it doesn’t take too long before he falls asleep on the stranger’s bed.
Part Two