Wild Western
Wild Western
Seyong/Chaejin
Rating: NC-17
Word-count: ~1.5k
A romance novel excerpt in which Chaejin, the young banker's son, falls for Seyong, the horse trainer who came in with the recent wagon train. How will these two come together in such a rough and tough place?
Seyong rushed to pull his boots off, hopping around on one foot with one boot on while he watched Chaejin stare at him with hooded lids. His eyelashes were so long, and damn Seyong didn’t understand why his pants wouldn’t unbutton. Fingers fumbled to free the buttons from their holes and push his sturdy pants down.
“Hyung,” Chaejin said, leaning up onto his elbows, the straw underneath him sticking to his skin. “Should I…should I take my clothes off too?” He spoke with a sweet syrupy tone to the words coming from his lips.
Glancing up, Seyong all but ripped his shirt taking it off - pulling it up over his head while it was still half buttoned. He hadn’t thought that Chaejin being the son of the banker would be this innocent. For a second he felt lecherous, but that second passed after Chaejin bit his bottom lip and Seyong saw a bead of sweat drip down Chaejin’s neck.
“We’ll do it together,” said Seyong, his voice rough. He was now wearing only his underclothes and his necklace and Chaejin was still fully clothed, his white dress shirt buttoned up to the collar and accompanying light brown vest appearing to be very restricting. Seyong lifted himself up into the wagon, crawling on hands and knees to where Chaejin was laying.
Chaejin shifted, arms coming up and pulling Seyong down so that their faces were so close their noses were touching. “Hello,” said Chaejin.
Seyong could feel Chaejin’s warm breath hit his face, “Hi.”
He spread his knees and tried to not rest his full weight on Chaejin - afraid he would hurt him.
“I like you.” Chaejin’s eyes were so big that Seyong felt his chest clench up at the sweetness of his confession.
Slipping an arm underneath Chaejin’s shoulders, Seyong closed the distance between them with a short kiss. Dry lips touching dry lips, but there was something soft about Chaejin that Seyong admired. The way he smelt of clean soap even though he was sweating in the summer heat. How his fingernails weren’t crusted with a layer of dirt underneath, and how the only visible marks on his body were a few small moles here and there.
“Me too,” Seyong said, sound muffled into the side of Chaejin’s neck as Chaejin heaved a great in take of breath.
Seyong needed to know what else Chaejin, who was obviously playing up the innocent act, hid from him. Just the other day Chaejin had visited him at the stables to ‘admire the view.’ Seyong knew he wasn’t talking about horses because Chaejin was about as inept at riding a horse as Seyong was at mathematics. They made quite a pair.
He didn’t really have much time to think about what Chaejin meant when he had said, “I like you.” Seyong had always had a lot of admirers, so he figured he must be a special kind of handsome. He kept his shirt washed, his hair combed, and his boots shined. Seyong figured he usually had a seventy-five percent success rate when courting a potential lover.
It just so happened that Chaejin was the first pretty thing to catch his eye, and getting him to spend time with him wasn’t hard.
Seyong rolled over onto his back and pulled Chaejin up on top of him so he could begin to remove the problem with Chaejin’s clothes. His hands met Chaejin’s as they unbuttoned the shirt and the vest together. Chaejin pushed the clothes past his shoulders until they bunched up at his elbows, revealing more soft smooth skin and small pink nipples. Seyong couldn’t help but touch the body displayed in front of him, running his calloused hands up Chaejin’s torso.
He could feel the rise of Chaejin’s chest as he breathed.
“Do you like it?” Chaejin asked slowly. “I’m not very strong -”
“You’re perfect,” Seyong interrupted. He could feel his tingle run down his spine and a wave of warmth flooded in between his legs.
Chaejin narrowed his eyes, “Are you just saying that because you want me to let you have me in the back of this dirty wagon?”
Seyong tried to not turn his head and take in their surrounding. Making love in the back of a wagon wasn’t the most romantic or comfortable of settings, but no one would find them here in the middle of the wilderness. Only the woodland creatures would be the witness to their premarital relations.
“Of course not,” Seyong said, “I mean it. You’re gorgeous.”
A smug smile arose on Chaejin’s face and he slipped the rest of the shirt and vest off his arms. “Of course I am.”
Seyong bit his tongue. “Cheeky brat.”
He let his hands drop down until they were at the edge of Chaejin’s pants. “Have you ever done something like this before?” He traced his fingers around the waistband until he met where the buttons held the halves together.
Chaejin twitched. “Of course,” he said fast.
“It’s okay if you haven’t,” Seyong replied, “I’m sure a small town doesn’t have much to offer.” One by one he unbuttoned the buttons and peeled back the fabric from Chaejin’s hips.
“I said I have!”
“The bakers son?” Seyong pulled Chaejin’s underclothes down, giving him full view of Chaejin’s interest in their proceedings. He took Chaejin’s cock in his hand while Chaejin struggled with not getting tangled up with his pants half on and half off.
“Don’t talk about Junkyu that way.”
Seyong raised his eyebrows, “I didn’t say anything.”
Chaejin collapsed on top of Seyong and shimmied out of his pants and then Seyong found himself to be holding a naked boy in his arms. He gave himself a moment before he let his hands search out and find out if the skin on Chaejin’s ass was just as smooth as his brain said it must be.
He was right. If possible, he would choose to live this moment forever with his hands squeezing Chaejin’s small ass and his head pillowed on a bed of straw. Except, touching wasn’t enough to satisfy the erection forming inside his underclothes. He rolled the skin within his palms and spread the skin apart until he heard Chaejin protest.
“Hey,” Chaejin said shocked. He stopped idly playing with Seyong’s nipple, head shooting up from where it was laying on Seyong’s chest. “Don’t do that.”
Seyong let go of Chaejin’s ass, “I thought you said you’ve done this before?” He opens his eyes wide as Chaejin slaps his two hands on either side of his face and looks at him with eyes open but mere slits.
“Stop asking questions and kiss me!”
Chaejin lowers his head and smashes their lips together without finesse or tact. Taken aback, Seyong let out a muffled grunt against Chaejin’s lips. He wrapped his arms around Chaejin’s skinny back and rolled both of them over of their sides. This forced Chaejin’s hands from his face.
After having calmed Chaejin down with a few long drawn out kisses, Seyong positioned Chaejin underneath him. Lying on the floor of the wagon, straw in his hair, and with a pink tint to his cheeks, Chaejin’s eyes were glassy. Quickly, Seyong got to his knees and removed his underclothes and the fresh breeze on his privates relieved him from how sweaty he was becoming down there.
He watched as Chaejin’s eyes locked onto his cock. That’s right, Seyong thought, be impressed.
“That’s not going to fit,” Chaejin complained. “We can’t do that.”
Seyong stared down at himself, “But.” He wasn’t even fully erect yet, and as impressive as he felt he was, he’d seen bigger. “It’ll fit.” He spat in his hand and used the spit to get a good slide going on between his palm and his cock. Lowering himself down, Seyong rubbed his hips down against Chaejin’s soft cock, exciting a small high-pitched squeak from Chaejin’s mouth.
He gathered Chaejin up in his arms and kissed him deeply, every now and then gliding his tongue over Chaejin’s lips until the tension left Chaejin’s body. Seyong felt Chaejin relax, his limbs become lax, and a leg and knee rise up at either side around him. When Seyong used his mouth, he found that he could usually get his way.
Chaejin was breathing heavy with Seyong pulled his lips away - licking away their shared saliva - and he scrunched his eyebrows together in a fashion that Seyong could only describe as cute.
“Go…go ahead,” Chaejin said, tone heady. He was flushed and warm beneath Seyong.
Those words were all Seyong needed to have Chaejin not too long after a hasty preparation pushed up against the bale of straw with his cock disappearing into him. He dipped down to capture a quick kiss on Chaejin’s lips while he held Chaejin’s legs up and away - out of kicking range. Chaejin’s lips were pressed together, but he accepted the kiss without complaint, groaning into his mouth. The more Seyong saw his cock thrust in and out of Chaejin’s ass the hotter he became. His cock throbbed with how tight Chaejin was wrapped around him.
Making love to Chaejin was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
They rocked back and forth together, Seyong keeping a strong pace, and Chaejin’s hands tangled up in the straw keeping him from slumping over. Their act was rushed, gritty, and sweaty. Seyong felt the strain in his thighs from maintaining his position, but he had no desire to stop, not with Chaejin pushing back on his cock.
Seyong felt raw. With every thrust his silver chain necklace slapped against his chest. The back of his hairline was damp with perspiration.
He would have to make this up to Chaejin another time in a bed where he could touch his body and give him all the attention he deserved. For now, this hurried act was all he had in him to give. Thankfully, Chaejin was enjoying it as much as he was.
Chaejin came before he did, voice crooning into his fist shoved into his red mouth, his other fist rubbing his release from his cock. His release spilt all over his pale stomach, painting a pretty picture for Seyong’s eyes to feast upon. Energized, Seyong thrust his hips in harder, riding out the waves of pleasure that came over him like a fiery sensation. Before he reached his peak, he pulled out, hands releasing their hold on Chaejin’s legs and stroked himself off to completion. He spilled over Chaejin’s chest with a grunt, fluid splashing over Chaejin’s heaving chest.
Seyong took a deep breath and released it to calm his lungs. Then, he brought the tired and pliant Chaejin close to him. He smoothed Chaejin’s damp hair away from his eyes.
“Next time will be better,” said Seyong, dropping a kiss to Chaejin’s jawline.
Chaejin hummed.
~~~~
“You did what?” Gunwoo yelled, “You bastard.”
Seyong had little time to react before Gunwoo swung a punch at him and sent him spiraling to the wall of the building behind him.
“Gunwoo hyung stop!” Chaejin said, running up and holding Gunwoo’s arms back before he had a chance to hit Seyong again.
Seyong touched his lip, red blood smeared over the back of his hand. Gunwoo had split his lip.
“How could you take Chaejin’s innocence? Are you going to take care of him? I doubt you can,” Gunwoo said angrily, eyes narrowing. He wrapped his arm around Chaejin’s shoulders.
“I didn’t do anything he hadn’t done before,” Seyong argued and picked himself up off the dusty floor.
Gunwoo’s lip curled up, “He hasn’t even kissed anyone let alone had sex.”
Shocked, Seyong froze where he stood. He glanced over to Chaejin who averted his eyes and buried his head in Gunwoo’s shoulder.
Seyong knew he was in deep trouble now.
He might just have to marry the boy.
Seyong/Chaejin
Rating: NC-17
Word-count: ~1.5k
A romance novel excerpt in which Chaejin, the young banker's son, falls for Seyong, the horse trainer who came in with the recent wagon train. How will these two come together in such a rough and tough place?
Seyong rushed to pull his boots off, hopping around on one foot with one boot on while he watched Chaejin stare at him with hooded lids. His eyelashes were so long, and damn Seyong didn’t understand why his pants wouldn’t unbutton. Fingers fumbled to free the buttons from their holes and push his sturdy pants down.
“Hyung,” Chaejin said, leaning up onto his elbows, the straw underneath him sticking to his skin. “Should I…should I take my clothes off too?” He spoke with a sweet syrupy tone to the words coming from his lips.
Glancing up, Seyong all but ripped his shirt taking it off - pulling it up over his head while it was still half buttoned. He hadn’t thought that Chaejin being the son of the banker would be this innocent. For a second he felt lecherous, but that second passed after Chaejin bit his bottom lip and Seyong saw a bead of sweat drip down Chaejin’s neck.
“We’ll do it together,” said Seyong, his voice rough. He was now wearing only his underclothes and his necklace and Chaejin was still fully clothed, his white dress shirt buttoned up to the collar and accompanying light brown vest appearing to be very restricting. Seyong lifted himself up into the wagon, crawling on hands and knees to where Chaejin was laying.
Chaejin shifted, arms coming up and pulling Seyong down so that their faces were so close their noses were touching. “Hello,” said Chaejin.
Seyong could feel Chaejin’s warm breath hit his face, “Hi.”
He spread his knees and tried to not rest his full weight on Chaejin - afraid he would hurt him.
“I like you.” Chaejin’s eyes were so big that Seyong felt his chest clench up at the sweetness of his confession.
Slipping an arm underneath Chaejin’s shoulders, Seyong closed the distance between them with a short kiss. Dry lips touching dry lips, but there was something soft about Chaejin that Seyong admired. The way he smelt of clean soap even though he was sweating in the summer heat. How his fingernails weren’t crusted with a layer of dirt underneath, and how the only visible marks on his body were a few small moles here and there.
“Me too,” Seyong said, sound muffled into the side of Chaejin’s neck as Chaejin heaved a great in take of breath.
Seyong needed to know what else Chaejin, who was obviously playing up the innocent act, hid from him. Just the other day Chaejin had visited him at the stables to ‘admire the view.’ Seyong knew he wasn’t talking about horses because Chaejin was about as inept at riding a horse as Seyong was at mathematics. They made quite a pair.
He didn’t really have much time to think about what Chaejin meant when he had said, “I like you.” Seyong had always had a lot of admirers, so he figured he must be a special kind of handsome. He kept his shirt washed, his hair combed, and his boots shined. Seyong figured he usually had a seventy-five percent success rate when courting a potential lover.
It just so happened that Chaejin was the first pretty thing to catch his eye, and getting him to spend time with him wasn’t hard.
Seyong rolled over onto his back and pulled Chaejin up on top of him so he could begin to remove the problem with Chaejin’s clothes. His hands met Chaejin’s as they unbuttoned the shirt and the vest together. Chaejin pushed the clothes past his shoulders until they bunched up at his elbows, revealing more soft smooth skin and small pink nipples. Seyong couldn’t help but touch the body displayed in front of him, running his calloused hands up Chaejin’s torso.
He could feel the rise of Chaejin’s chest as he breathed.
“Do you like it?” Chaejin asked slowly. “I’m not very strong -”
“You’re perfect,” Seyong interrupted. He could feel his tingle run down his spine and a wave of warmth flooded in between his legs.
Chaejin narrowed his eyes, “Are you just saying that because you want me to let you have me in the back of this dirty wagon?”
Seyong tried to not turn his head and take in their surrounding. Making love in the back of a wagon wasn’t the most romantic or comfortable of settings, but no one would find them here in the middle of the wilderness. Only the woodland creatures would be the witness to their premarital relations.
“Of course not,” Seyong said, “I mean it. You’re gorgeous.”
A smug smile arose on Chaejin’s face and he slipped the rest of the shirt and vest off his arms. “Of course I am.”
Seyong bit his tongue. “Cheeky brat.”
He let his hands drop down until they were at the edge of Chaejin’s pants. “Have you ever done something like this before?” He traced his fingers around the waistband until he met where the buttons held the halves together.
Chaejin twitched. “Of course,” he said fast.
“It’s okay if you haven’t,” Seyong replied, “I’m sure a small town doesn’t have much to offer.” One by one he unbuttoned the buttons and peeled back the fabric from Chaejin’s hips.
“I said I have!”
“The bakers son?” Seyong pulled Chaejin’s underclothes down, giving him full view of Chaejin’s interest in their proceedings. He took Chaejin’s cock in his hand while Chaejin struggled with not getting tangled up with his pants half on and half off.
“Don’t talk about Junkyu that way.”
Seyong raised his eyebrows, “I didn’t say anything.”
Chaejin collapsed on top of Seyong and shimmied out of his pants and then Seyong found himself to be holding a naked boy in his arms. He gave himself a moment before he let his hands search out and find out if the skin on Chaejin’s ass was just as smooth as his brain said it must be.
He was right. If possible, he would choose to live this moment forever with his hands squeezing Chaejin’s small ass and his head pillowed on a bed of straw. Except, touching wasn’t enough to satisfy the erection forming inside his underclothes. He rolled the skin within his palms and spread the skin apart until he heard Chaejin protest.
“Hey,” Chaejin said shocked. He stopped idly playing with Seyong’s nipple, head shooting up from where it was laying on Seyong’s chest. “Don’t do that.”
Seyong let go of Chaejin’s ass, “I thought you said you’ve done this before?” He opens his eyes wide as Chaejin slaps his two hands on either side of his face and looks at him with eyes open but mere slits.
“Stop asking questions and kiss me!”
Chaejin lowers his head and smashes their lips together without finesse or tact. Taken aback, Seyong let out a muffled grunt against Chaejin’s lips. He wrapped his arms around Chaejin’s skinny back and rolled both of them over of their sides. This forced Chaejin’s hands from his face.
After having calmed Chaejin down with a few long drawn out kisses, Seyong positioned Chaejin underneath him. Lying on the floor of the wagon, straw in his hair, and with a pink tint to his cheeks, Chaejin’s eyes were glassy. Quickly, Seyong got to his knees and removed his underclothes and the fresh breeze on his privates relieved him from how sweaty he was becoming down there.
He watched as Chaejin’s eyes locked onto his cock. That’s right, Seyong thought, be impressed.
“That’s not going to fit,” Chaejin complained. “We can’t do that.”
Seyong stared down at himself, “But.” He wasn’t even fully erect yet, and as impressive as he felt he was, he’d seen bigger. “It’ll fit.” He spat in his hand and used the spit to get a good slide going on between his palm and his cock. Lowering himself down, Seyong rubbed his hips down against Chaejin’s soft cock, exciting a small high-pitched squeak from Chaejin’s mouth.
He gathered Chaejin up in his arms and kissed him deeply, every now and then gliding his tongue over Chaejin’s lips until the tension left Chaejin’s body. Seyong felt Chaejin relax, his limbs become lax, and a leg and knee rise up at either side around him. When Seyong used his mouth, he found that he could usually get his way.
Chaejin was breathing heavy with Seyong pulled his lips away - licking away their shared saliva - and he scrunched his eyebrows together in a fashion that Seyong could only describe as cute.
“Go…go ahead,” Chaejin said, tone heady. He was flushed and warm beneath Seyong.
Those words were all Seyong needed to have Chaejin not too long after a hasty preparation pushed up against the bale of straw with his cock disappearing into him. He dipped down to capture a quick kiss on Chaejin’s lips while he held Chaejin’s legs up and away - out of kicking range. Chaejin’s lips were pressed together, but he accepted the kiss without complaint, groaning into his mouth. The more Seyong saw his cock thrust in and out of Chaejin’s ass the hotter he became. His cock throbbed with how tight Chaejin was wrapped around him.
Making love to Chaejin was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
They rocked back and forth together, Seyong keeping a strong pace, and Chaejin’s hands tangled up in the straw keeping him from slumping over. Their act was rushed, gritty, and sweaty. Seyong felt the strain in his thighs from maintaining his position, but he had no desire to stop, not with Chaejin pushing back on his cock.
Seyong felt raw. With every thrust his silver chain necklace slapped against his chest. The back of his hairline was damp with perspiration.
He would have to make this up to Chaejin another time in a bed where he could touch his body and give him all the attention he deserved. For now, this hurried act was all he had in him to give. Thankfully, Chaejin was enjoying it as much as he was.
Chaejin came before he did, voice crooning into his fist shoved into his red mouth, his other fist rubbing his release from his cock. His release spilt all over his pale stomach, painting a pretty picture for Seyong’s eyes to feast upon. Energized, Seyong thrust his hips in harder, riding out the waves of pleasure that came over him like a fiery sensation. Before he reached his peak, he pulled out, hands releasing their hold on Chaejin’s legs and stroked himself off to completion. He spilled over Chaejin’s chest with a grunt, fluid splashing over Chaejin’s heaving chest.
Seyong took a deep breath and released it to calm his lungs. Then, he brought the tired and pliant Chaejin close to him. He smoothed Chaejin’s damp hair away from his eyes.
“Next time will be better,” said Seyong, dropping a kiss to Chaejin’s jawline.
Chaejin hummed.
~~~~
“You did what?” Gunwoo yelled, “You bastard.”
Seyong had little time to react before Gunwoo swung a punch at him and sent him spiraling to the wall of the building behind him.
“Gunwoo hyung stop!” Chaejin said, running up and holding Gunwoo’s arms back before he had a chance to hit Seyong again.
Seyong touched his lip, red blood smeared over the back of his hand. Gunwoo had split his lip.
“How could you take Chaejin’s innocence? Are you going to take care of him? I doubt you can,” Gunwoo said angrily, eyes narrowing. He wrapped his arm around Chaejin’s shoulders.
“I didn’t do anything he hadn’t done before,” Seyong argued and picked himself up off the dusty floor.
Gunwoo’s lip curled up, “He hasn’t even kissed anyone let alone had sex.”
Shocked, Seyong froze where he stood. He glanced over to Chaejin who averted his eyes and buried his head in Gunwoo’s shoulder.
Seyong knew he was in deep trouble now.
He might just have to marry the boy.