zeppelin 3/4
2/4
sehun picks youngho up on their third date - youngho calls it that - and it's not by any mean a true date, but he's still considering if he should take youngho to somewhere nice before the main thing they're both up to comes
somewhere nice. he laughs at himself inside for thinking immediately of a random five-star hotel where they used to throw weekend-long parties that prohibits any kind of natural daylight and just drowned in whatever there is, alcohol, people, substances, people
"my place today. is that fine?" youngho says when he closes the door, and sehun is relieved out of his lack of options
it's not a mess like sehun has pictured in his mind; in fact, youngho's house is nicely small and neat, quietly covered behind green bushes of a quiet street
"no offense, but i really wonder how you ended up at community payback."
"got into a terrible fight which had nothing to do with me?" youngho winks. "i might have hit someone's head with a bottle of absolut, but hey, i got some scratches too."
"will you? a bottle against my head?"
"no," the boy leans in to kiss sehun hard on the lips, but he doesn't start stripping them both immediately, "unless you have a thing for physical abuse."
they end up watching a clockwork orange which sehun finds good but just not for the night. he even asked youngho if he was going to kill him when the boy bit his finger really hard - resting his head on sehun's lap - "but i didn't kill you instantly when we first met" so at the end he comes to the conclusion that nothing is for anything in their relationshㅡ the thing between them, so sehun shouldn't direct his concern towards being killed
"do you always have that thought of being killed when you're with me?"
"let's say i'm taking my imagination too far." sehun mumbles, jolting his hand lightly when youngho takes his finger in his mouth, sucking and lapping with seemingly dark eyes focusing on him when it has not even been five minutes since the extra-violent classic ended. almost knowing nothing to do, sehun tries to pull his hand back and sit straight but youngho is quicker to use his weight and keeps him in place, fingers working sehun's buttons off quickly like there's no time to waste
"waitㅡ can weㅡ"
"no." youngho cuts him off immediately like he knows what sehun was about to say. "i want you here. why do you wear fucking suits all the time? too many things to take off."
"you didn't mind that when we first did it in my car."
"now i do. when i want to get closer to you."
getting closer to me, sehun smiles inwardly. do you even fucking realize the kiss at your door was our first.
sehun ends up being completely naked on all fours, trying to keep himself on the couch with youngho pounding into him from behind, nothing shed except for his jacket. feeling the jeans' fabric scratching against his skin, sehun has to admit that sex can actually be mind-blowing even just in an instant of body contact. that's why sex solves the problem of feelings easily, even just for a short while. and sehun finds himself depending on it like how someone depends on occasional substances. a getaway, fulfilling and leaves him positively exhausted to not think about anything else; while youngho is just the perfect dose: he feels lucky to escape, so lucky when youngho pulls his hair with little mercy, nips on his ear like he can bite it off at any time and fingertips dig into the flesh of sehun's waist
"hyung, you feel so good..."
"hyung..."
"hyung, i want to hear you moan..."
"hyung, spread them wider..."
it's good like this
they both come to realization lately that sehun brought no clothes for the night, so youngho tosses him a simple t-shirt and large pair of jeans. "sorry, but that's all i have."
"they can do." with that sehun could never expect youngho to attack him again when he steps out of the bathroom seeing sehun in his old clothes. being on the receiving end is all the older does, until youngho stops and clicks his tongue. "you're getting better with your mouth and everything that goes with it. like, moaning," he chuckles, "but i wonder what else it can do."
sehun frowns, the hint appears faintly in his thought
"well, i just want to experience everything about you." youngho says plainly, playing with the short strands behind sehun's head. "even your frown is provocative."
"so you like sleeping with me?"
"god, aren't these all enough to prove it?"
"what all?"
"never mind. blow me?"
sehun doesn't know if he should take that as a rude thing to hear or a straightforward propose to give someone head. of course he is hesitant, weighing options again but youngho is interrupting with all of his nipping where his own t-shirt doesn't cover sehun
and he likes it
"... never did it before."
"i can teach you. i'm willing to practice anything."
sehun swears in their short time seeing each other he has never seen a slyer grin
this time youngho is the only one naked. sehun is on the floor, head between his thighs, with one hand covering what his mouth can't while the other plays with himself. that's a big move, since the younger didn't expect the man who is currently giving his first head ever to be that bold exposing himself, especially when there's always this unexplainable aura of conservation around him which contradicts and reconciles with the horny sehun at the same time. it's an incredible turn on to see someone getting off on pleasuring you, and he also gets off on that image
he sure has some big thing for submission, when he sees the skin on sehun's throat slightly brings out by the tip of his cock getting pushed further inside. his tight lips finally touched the base, and sehun looks like he's going to choke on it but refuses to let go when youngho places a hand under his jaw telling him to release
youngho wipes his thumb across the wet eyelash, letting out a shaky content sigh before nudging the older's flushed cheek. "enough, hyung. enough, we can try fucking your throat next time." with that he brings sehun up by under his arms, into his lap while scooting nearer to the center of the bed. "you okay?" sehun nods, his swollen lips still tremble even after youngho kissed and licked all over his face, rewarding him with tender touches
"i've always liked a bit of teeth." he smiles between kisses, pulling sehun's - his - jeans down to mid thigh and lets the other do the rest of shrugging them off. he takes sehun's cock into his hand, rubbing the tip, smearing the fluid then suddenly brings the other hand harshly against sehun's butt cheek. his smile gets wider at the stifled yelp from sehun, but there's no objection much to youngho's surprise so he smacks against the same patch of skin again, earning a pleasured hitch of breath this time
sehun might happen to have more kinks in his blood more than they both thought
recently sehun finds out this need of a cock filling him up, that way his orgasm will be complete. and youngho; youngho is the perfect dose
he disclosed what sehun couldn't spending his time calling boys over, and he's eager to go further, to know better, to get more
he's filled, with youngho, youngho, and just youngho. getting fucked from underneath as he slams himself down to a fast rhymth of sprinting, with youngho's t-shirt on and the very owner of it getting lost in the same satisfaction as him
suddenly it all becomes too much sehun loses it, something he hasn't quite made out, falling into a sky full of exploding stars with youngho right after him. "shit," the boy's chest heaves up and down, thin sheen of sweat covers his face and softens his quirky features under the dim light, "that was fucking great."
he traces his fingers on sehun's abdomen, lifting up the shirt and feels the edges of sehun's body with appreciation. sehun holds his breath down, as if just one move of his chest and this warmth on his skin will disappear until youngho pulls him down to lie with him
sehun almost forgot about the world outside this house
the next morning, youngho sees him off with a kiss in front of his door; "see you soon" he smiles sweetly, and sehun wonders if every youngster is like that, with their innocence and sincerity in the eyes, standing there to watch until you disappear around a corner
the boy spends the rest of his day around the house, watching things or getting some sleep and finally when the clock strikes ten of the later half of the day, he dials a number with home telephone, eyes staring at a car model on the screen of his laptop
"the regular with surname oh you once mentioned, does he drive a maybach 57?"
"yeah." luhan yawns. "maybach 57 zeppelin, to be exact. why are you asking funny shits? no, never mind, just hurry the fuck up your shift starts in half an hour. you're serving kim jongin today."
to make it seem organized, sehun and youngho came to an arrangement that they are meeting on wednesday and saturday. wednesday because it's mid-week there should be a recharge for both, and saturday because sehun or youngho can stay over without obstacles of work and... stuffs
in his own bedroom, sehun arches his back until his stomach touches the draps, cock rubbing between the fabric and his skin when youngho sits at the end of his bed, watching fingers going in and out of his hole. sehun's needy moans fill the room and just when he can't stand it anymore, youngho will step up and take him. face down on the mattress, sehun tries to grind back to the other's cock, and he smiles when he feels youngho bending down draping his slightly larger chest on sehun's back, heavy breaths fanning over the wet skin. he shivers in content, blurry vision turns into darkness when youngho hits his inside particularly hard. he twist and change the angle, seeking for a way that allows them to get deeper
"look, i may hate suits, but you were kind of born for them. lanky frame, broad shoulder, small waist," youngho strokes along his ribs, murmuring to sehun but doesn't slow down, "narrow hips, tight ass..."
he trails off, and sehun comes with his own hand squeezing his cock painfully. he comes to the feeling of something wrecking his inside, not just ramming onto the prostate, his wall tightens then muscles keep on extracting and contracting simultaneously
he lets youngho fuck his mouth, come dripping on his tongue and down his throat. in the daze after heat, he drinks in the beautifully curved smile of the boy
joonmyeon approaches him from behind at the family meeting. one with brunches on the table for strangers to choose and fill their half-full stomachs sehun can't care less
"hey."
"hey." sehun replies, sipping a bit from his cup and refuses to continue
"how have you been?"
"fine."
"still with that boy?"
"you sent people to watch, didn't you?"
"i'm just worried."
sehun rolls his eyes. he doesn't want to get this down to an argument about the private life so it's better to zip his own lips. just joonmyeon won't let it go easily
"i don't need his files to know that person is a young offender. don't tell me you pick up boys from random places now?"
"i told you we're considering a relationship."
"that was one month ago."
"jesus, joonmyeon. jesus."
"i could see your brother ticking you off again."
"jongin, don't even start."
"a little of luhan's merchandise can soothe you. recently he received some new more, if you're fed up with the old ones."
"no, thanks."
"are you saving yourself for marriage?"
"shit, jongin, no."
"then what's that? who's that your brother referred to? 'young offender'?
"jongin." sehun half-heartedly warns, lighting a cigarette
"shit. don't tell me you met a community worker at the center."
"jesus. jesus. jesus. you're just as inquisitive as joonmyeon with different attitude."
an afternoon in may, sehun wakes up next to a soundly sleeping youngho because of a call. the dreadful sound of laisne tells him it's joonmyeon who interrupts his peaceful time. his brother almost quit trying when sehun picks up, grunting in the speaker
"sehun, we need to talk."
"what is it?"
"not on the phone."
"on the phone, hyung."
"shit." joonmyeon sighs. "where are you?"
"not at home."
"at johnny seo's place?"
"... i appreciate your bother to ask."
"jesus. i know i sound like a naggy grandpa to you most of the time, so i'll make it short. there's something you need to know about that johnny boy."
"that he's a young offender? killed someone and remained guiltless until you dig shits up?"
"do you believe it's worse for me to know he works for luhan in his service than the possibility that he might kill someone?"
i don't care, brother
sehun doesn't really know what to do. he soundlessly left the place, recalling the last time he talked to youngho. he asked why the boy didn't seem to like suits, and he just answered that there are way too many suits where he works. like a restaurant where he would work as the door boy or one that stands behind a counter, sorts and keeps the guests' coats until they leave
he's not even pissed off to be kept from that little truth
suits. sehun looks like a client. he used to be one, anyway
he doesn't even know why he feels this nasty, like he was let down. there shouldn't be anything like feelings, such as this, but it's not like he has got everything in his grip recently
youngho got him off the track
that night he goes out with jongin
the look on youngho's face was priceless when they meet at luhan's place. priceless, as the way he smiles like they don't know each other and sweetness calming the newly met visitor
sehun doesn't know anymore, he smiles back, hands gripping the maybach key in his pocket
"you could have said before."
sehun turns aside, seeing youngho getting in the elevator with him. "well, aren't i the one to say that?"
"i just started here after the community payback. and i'm not trying to explain anything, just telling you what you might need to know."
"it's alright."
"if you're uncomfortable, we can stop."
"i said it's alright. you're quick, concerned, and maybe determined as well to suggest that, but thanks. i'm old, getting more and more hesitant by days, but i'm still fine with anything. and if you mind, i can pay you as a regular."
youngho turns to stare at him, and for the first time sehun sees the distrust in his eyes but he recovers really quickly. "that's an insult."
"i've been here for years. sometimes i play quite well."
youngho slams him against the opposite metal wall, the heels of his palms digging painfully into sehun's shoulders through the fabrics. the boy leans in closer, his lips scrape lightly against sehun's cheek as he grunts, "i've thought i might try patience this time, but i guess i can only blame the god damn coincidence for driving things wrong this one fucking time. you know, when we fell asleep together for the first time, and many times after that, i had this expectation that we can have something together - something else. but i guess i'm too good playing the same role of temptation that i got stuck with it, and you, you with your god damn attitude of a man who can't be moved pisses me off. i've thought about what we lack of, turns out you were right about we barely knowing each other. your honesty is something you use to be on the upperhand, and you should know what i feel when i found out the service you used is what i'm currently working in - it seems unrelated, but still it shakes shits up. i know more, but you could bring me down because i'm known less so that makes it look like me lying to you. my speech is fucking obscure, right? because i'm kind of high and wording is difficult but for the time we've had and unspoken thoughts we've shared, i'm sure you should get what i'm talking about. think, hyung, think."
sehun doesn't think he dare to breathe
"i still got the ace, being your perfect dose, and i don't think i want to stop."
and he kisses sehun. they kiss, actually it's youngho trying to bump and bite anything he can with teeth and tongue and sehun bearing. youngsters, he sigh, youngsters, ones like youngho, think the world should revolve around them. the lovely method of manipulation and the burning selfishness sucking sehun in with his soul, filling up the amout of adrenaline in their systems to the speed of floor numbers changing on the screen
how could sehun knows he possesses such thoughts. perhaps it's just him spending too much time with his own
he pulls away to hit the halt button. his knuckles ache and the world seems to be crumbling after that, but it stops shortly and sehun is willing to throw himself into the fire
the world is really crumbling down
4/4
sehun picks youngho up on their third date - youngho calls it that - and it's not by any mean a true date, but he's still considering if he should take youngho to somewhere nice before the main thing they're both up to comes
somewhere nice. he laughs at himself inside for thinking immediately of a random five-star hotel where they used to throw weekend-long parties that prohibits any kind of natural daylight and just drowned in whatever there is, alcohol, people, substances, people
"my place today. is that fine?" youngho says when he closes the door, and sehun is relieved out of his lack of options
it's not a mess like sehun has pictured in his mind; in fact, youngho's house is nicely small and neat, quietly covered behind green bushes of a quiet street
"no offense, but i really wonder how you ended up at community payback."
"got into a terrible fight which had nothing to do with me?" youngho winks. "i might have hit someone's head with a bottle of absolut, but hey, i got some scratches too."
"will you? a bottle against my head?"
"no," the boy leans in to kiss sehun hard on the lips, but he doesn't start stripping them both immediately, "unless you have a thing for physical abuse."
they end up watching a clockwork orange which sehun finds good but just not for the night. he even asked youngho if he was going to kill him when the boy bit his finger really hard - resting his head on sehun's lap - "but i didn't kill you instantly when we first met" so at the end he comes to the conclusion that nothing is for anything in their relationshㅡ the thing between them, so sehun shouldn't direct his concern towards being killed
"do you always have that thought of being killed when you're with me?"
"let's say i'm taking my imagination too far." sehun mumbles, jolting his hand lightly when youngho takes his finger in his mouth, sucking and lapping with seemingly dark eyes focusing on him when it has not even been five minutes since the extra-violent classic ended. almost knowing nothing to do, sehun tries to pull his hand back and sit straight but youngho is quicker to use his weight and keeps him in place, fingers working sehun's buttons off quickly like there's no time to waste
"waitㅡ can weㅡ"
"no." youngho cuts him off immediately like he knows what sehun was about to say. "i want you here. why do you wear fucking suits all the time? too many things to take off."
"you didn't mind that when we first did it in my car."
"now i do. when i want to get closer to you."
getting closer to me, sehun smiles inwardly. do you even fucking realize the kiss at your door was our first.
sehun ends up being completely naked on all fours, trying to keep himself on the couch with youngho pounding into him from behind, nothing shed except for his jacket. feeling the jeans' fabric scratching against his skin, sehun has to admit that sex can actually be mind-blowing even just in an instant of body contact. that's why sex solves the problem of feelings easily, even just for a short while. and sehun finds himself depending on it like how someone depends on occasional substances. a getaway, fulfilling and leaves him positively exhausted to not think about anything else; while youngho is just the perfect dose: he feels lucky to escape, so lucky when youngho pulls his hair with little mercy, nips on his ear like he can bite it off at any time and fingertips dig into the flesh of sehun's waist
"hyung, you feel so good..."
"hyung..."
"hyung, i want to hear you moan..."
"hyung, spread them wider..."
it's good like this
they both come to realization lately that sehun brought no clothes for the night, so youngho tosses him a simple t-shirt and large pair of jeans. "sorry, but that's all i have."
"they can do." with that sehun could never expect youngho to attack him again when he steps out of the bathroom seeing sehun in his old clothes. being on the receiving end is all the older does, until youngho stops and clicks his tongue. "you're getting better with your mouth and everything that goes with it. like, moaning," he chuckles, "but i wonder what else it can do."
sehun frowns, the hint appears faintly in his thought
"well, i just want to experience everything about you." youngho says plainly, playing with the short strands behind sehun's head. "even your frown is provocative."
"so you like sleeping with me?"
"god, aren't these all enough to prove it?"
"what all?"
"never mind. blow me?"
sehun doesn't know if he should take that as a rude thing to hear or a straightforward propose to give someone head. of course he is hesitant, weighing options again but youngho is interrupting with all of his nipping where his own t-shirt doesn't cover sehun
and he likes it
"... never did it before."
"i can teach you. i'm willing to practice anything."
sehun swears in their short time seeing each other he has never seen a slyer grin
this time youngho is the only one naked. sehun is on the floor, head between his thighs, with one hand covering what his mouth can't while the other plays with himself. that's a big move, since the younger didn't expect the man who is currently giving his first head ever to be that bold exposing himself, especially when there's always this unexplainable aura of conservation around him which contradicts and reconciles with the horny sehun at the same time. it's an incredible turn on to see someone getting off on pleasuring you, and he also gets off on that image
he sure has some big thing for submission, when he sees the skin on sehun's throat slightly brings out by the tip of his cock getting pushed further inside. his tight lips finally touched the base, and sehun looks like he's going to choke on it but refuses to let go when youngho places a hand under his jaw telling him to release
youngho wipes his thumb across the wet eyelash, letting out a shaky content sigh before nudging the older's flushed cheek. "enough, hyung. enough, we can try fucking your throat next time." with that he brings sehun up by under his arms, into his lap while scooting nearer to the center of the bed. "you okay?" sehun nods, his swollen lips still tremble even after youngho kissed and licked all over his face, rewarding him with tender touches
"i've always liked a bit of teeth." he smiles between kisses, pulling sehun's - his - jeans down to mid thigh and lets the other do the rest of shrugging them off. he takes sehun's cock into his hand, rubbing the tip, smearing the fluid then suddenly brings the other hand harshly against sehun's butt cheek. his smile gets wider at the stifled yelp from sehun, but there's no objection much to youngho's surprise so he smacks against the same patch of skin again, earning a pleasured hitch of breath this time
sehun might happen to have more kinks in his blood more than they both thought
recently sehun finds out this need of a cock filling him up, that way his orgasm will be complete. and youngho; youngho is the perfect dose
he disclosed what sehun couldn't spending his time calling boys over, and he's eager to go further, to know better, to get more
he's filled, with youngho, youngho, and just youngho. getting fucked from underneath as he slams himself down to a fast rhymth of sprinting, with youngho's t-shirt on and the very owner of it getting lost in the same satisfaction as him
suddenly it all becomes too much sehun loses it, something he hasn't quite made out, falling into a sky full of exploding stars with youngho right after him. "shit," the boy's chest heaves up and down, thin sheen of sweat covers his face and softens his quirky features under the dim light, "that was fucking great."
he traces his fingers on sehun's abdomen, lifting up the shirt and feels the edges of sehun's body with appreciation. sehun holds his breath down, as if just one move of his chest and this warmth on his skin will disappear until youngho pulls him down to lie with him
sehun almost forgot about the world outside this house
the next morning, youngho sees him off with a kiss in front of his door; "see you soon" he smiles sweetly, and sehun wonders if every youngster is like that, with their innocence and sincerity in the eyes, standing there to watch until you disappear around a corner
the boy spends the rest of his day around the house, watching things or getting some sleep and finally when the clock strikes ten of the later half of the day, he dials a number with home telephone, eyes staring at a car model on the screen of his laptop
"the regular with surname oh you once mentioned, does he drive a maybach 57?"
"yeah." luhan yawns. "maybach 57 zeppelin, to be exact. why are you asking funny shits? no, never mind, just hurry the fuck up your shift starts in half an hour. you're serving kim jongin today."
to make it seem organized, sehun and youngho came to an arrangement that they are meeting on wednesday and saturday. wednesday because it's mid-week there should be a recharge for both, and saturday because sehun or youngho can stay over without obstacles of work and... stuffs
in his own bedroom, sehun arches his back until his stomach touches the draps, cock rubbing between the fabric and his skin when youngho sits at the end of his bed, watching fingers going in and out of his hole. sehun's needy moans fill the room and just when he can't stand it anymore, youngho will step up and take him. face down on the mattress, sehun tries to grind back to the other's cock, and he smiles when he feels youngho bending down draping his slightly larger chest on sehun's back, heavy breaths fanning over the wet skin. he shivers in content, blurry vision turns into darkness when youngho hits his inside particularly hard. he twist and change the angle, seeking for a way that allows them to get deeper
"look, i may hate suits, but you were kind of born for them. lanky frame, broad shoulder, small waist," youngho strokes along his ribs, murmuring to sehun but doesn't slow down, "narrow hips, tight ass..."
he trails off, and sehun comes with his own hand squeezing his cock painfully. he comes to the feeling of something wrecking his inside, not just ramming onto the prostate, his wall tightens then muscles keep on extracting and contracting simultaneously
he lets youngho fuck his mouth, come dripping on his tongue and down his throat. in the daze after heat, he drinks in the beautifully curved smile of the boy
joonmyeon approaches him from behind at the family meeting. one with brunches on the table for strangers to choose and fill their half-full stomachs sehun can't care less
"hey."
"hey." sehun replies, sipping a bit from his cup and refuses to continue
"how have you been?"
"fine."
"still with that boy?"
"you sent people to watch, didn't you?"
"i'm just worried."
sehun rolls his eyes. he doesn't want to get this down to an argument about the private life so it's better to zip his own lips. just joonmyeon won't let it go easily
"i don't need his files to know that person is a young offender. don't tell me you pick up boys from random places now?"
"i told you we're considering a relationship."
"that was one month ago."
"jesus, joonmyeon. jesus."
"i could see your brother ticking you off again."
"jongin, don't even start."
"a little of luhan's merchandise can soothe you. recently he received some new more, if you're fed up with the old ones."
"no, thanks."
"are you saving yourself for marriage?"
"shit, jongin, no."
"then what's that? who's that your brother referred to? 'young offender'?
"jongin." sehun half-heartedly warns, lighting a cigarette
"shit. don't tell me you met a community worker at the center."
"jesus. jesus. jesus. you're just as inquisitive as joonmyeon with different attitude."
an afternoon in may, sehun wakes up next to a soundly sleeping youngho because of a call. the dreadful sound of laisne tells him it's joonmyeon who interrupts his peaceful time. his brother almost quit trying when sehun picks up, grunting in the speaker
"sehun, we need to talk."
"what is it?"
"not on the phone."
"on the phone, hyung."
"shit." joonmyeon sighs. "where are you?"
"not at home."
"at johnny seo's place?"
"... i appreciate your bother to ask."
"jesus. i know i sound like a naggy grandpa to you most of the time, so i'll make it short. there's something you need to know about that johnny boy."
"that he's a young offender? killed someone and remained guiltless until you dig shits up?"
"do you believe it's worse for me to know he works for luhan in his service than the possibility that he might kill someone?"
i don't care, brother
sehun doesn't really know what to do. he soundlessly left the place, recalling the last time he talked to youngho. he asked why the boy didn't seem to like suits, and he just answered that there are way too many suits where he works. like a restaurant where he would work as the door boy or one that stands behind a counter, sorts and keeps the guests' coats until they leave
he's not even pissed off to be kept from that little truth
suits. sehun looks like a client. he used to be one, anyway
he doesn't even know why he feels this nasty, like he was let down. there shouldn't be anything like feelings, such as this, but it's not like he has got everything in his grip recently
youngho got him off the track
that night he goes out with jongin
the look on youngho's face was priceless when they meet at luhan's place. priceless, as the way he smiles like they don't know each other and sweetness calming the newly met visitor
sehun doesn't know anymore, he smiles back, hands gripping the maybach key in his pocket
"you could have said before."
sehun turns aside, seeing youngho getting in the elevator with him. "well, aren't i the one to say that?"
"i just started here after the community payback. and i'm not trying to explain anything, just telling you what you might need to know."
"it's alright."
"if you're uncomfortable, we can stop."
"i said it's alright. you're quick, concerned, and maybe determined as well to suggest that, but thanks. i'm old, getting more and more hesitant by days, but i'm still fine with anything. and if you mind, i can pay you as a regular."
youngho turns to stare at him, and for the first time sehun sees the distrust in his eyes but he recovers really quickly. "that's an insult."
"i've been here for years. sometimes i play quite well."
youngho slams him against the opposite metal wall, the heels of his palms digging painfully into sehun's shoulders through the fabrics. the boy leans in closer, his lips scrape lightly against sehun's cheek as he grunts, "i've thought i might try patience this time, but i guess i can only blame the god damn coincidence for driving things wrong this one fucking time. you know, when we fell asleep together for the first time, and many times after that, i had this expectation that we can have something together - something else. but i guess i'm too good playing the same role of temptation that i got stuck with it, and you, you with your god damn attitude of a man who can't be moved pisses me off. i've thought about what we lack of, turns out you were right about we barely knowing each other. your honesty is something you use to be on the upperhand, and you should know what i feel when i found out the service you used is what i'm currently working in - it seems unrelated, but still it shakes shits up. i know more, but you could bring me down because i'm known less so that makes it look like me lying to you. my speech is fucking obscure, right? because i'm kind of high and wording is difficult but for the time we've had and unspoken thoughts we've shared, i'm sure you should get what i'm talking about. think, hyung, think."
sehun doesn't think he dare to breathe
"i still got the ace, being your perfect dose, and i don't think i want to stop."
and he kisses sehun. they kiss, actually it's youngho trying to bump and bite anything he can with teeth and tongue and sehun bearing. youngsters, he sigh, youngsters, ones like youngho, think the world should revolve around them. the lovely method of manipulation and the burning selfishness sucking sehun in with his soul, filling up the amout of adrenaline in their systems to the speed of floor numbers changing on the screen
how could sehun knows he possesses such thoughts. perhaps it's just him spending too much time with his own
he pulls away to hit the halt button. his knuckles ache and the world seems to be crumbling after that, but it stops shortly and sehun is willing to throw himself into the fire
the world is really crumbling down
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