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[11:27 p.m] - Tuesday, February 8th
The light of the candle in the middle of the table glistening, dancing with the breeze of the bustling room around the two of you — Minho’s eyes were on yours only. His soft, brown hair pushed back by his lingering fingertips, you almost commented on his anxiousness, but the waiter found the table sooner than expected.
“Room for dessert?”
A tender voice, his head shook. Minho’s voice was graveled from the two glasses of red wine with the meal, nevertheless, he upheld a gentle tone. “I don’t have any, honestly.”
Your eyes match across the table, a smile lifting on your lips as you nodded in agreement. The table had been stroked with platters of food all night, complimented by your voices sharing tales and information about yourselves that you believed would never leave the table. A gleam in his eyes when the form of the waiter made their exit, he ran circles into the fabric of the tablecloth with his fingertips. Attention dead set on you, it was a wondrous sight to hear the light jazz over the speakers not absorb his voice like in regular restaurants.
“You mentioned something about your apartment?” His observance sent chills up your spine, the man recalling what you had said so far back into the conversation it confused you, yourself.
“Y-Yes.” A bright smile on your lips, your hands ran along your thighs below the table - out of his sight, but he was aware of your own nervousness - in a hesitant way to remove the large cloud of warmth he gave you in your gut. “The dryers went out this morning.”
You pulled a laugh from yourself, the vibrations making you bite your tongue and await what he said next. Just as the conversation had flown since it began, he filled in the bits you left blank.
“In the entire building?” His face contorted in confusion and laughter at the same time, the statement tolling him. “Like-” Teeth piercing through his pretty lips, you blinked down at your lap to keep your cheeks from running red. “-all of them at once.”
“What a coincidence, huh?” The dialogue had run awkward, Minho stepping back up to the batting plate to assure that you wouldn’t be left in a parting situation.
Something about him gravitated you in his direction like a magnet. Whether it was the way he carried himself, how he had seen you in such a rut trying to balance things in your arms and make it to your car that one morning only to drop them and have him come running to the rescue, his delicate approach to slipping a kiss to your cheek just before asking you to experience a lovely night out with him — Minho had you whipped from first glance, first contact, first everything, and you couldn’t hide how much you were attracted to him. So different, the way you agreed to everything with your head high on your shoulders like you naturally accepted date requests on the regular. But it was Minho who had seen your faulty shoes practically drag you down the steps, his run to catch you peculiarly similar to how you originally met. That was how fate works, after all, a full circle making you fall - almost literally - head over heels for him.
“Yeah, what a coincidence.” He agreed, a grin growing wider on his face. “What’s your apartment like?”
A personal question, the one most prying from the entire night — yet it was what commenced your little world being lit brighter than the candle on the dining table. His body rising from the seat, large hand offering yours a place in his grasp, a gentle guide into his car and towards your apartment, and a sudden lingering of butterflies in your stomach that you just couldn’t shake.
Is this it? Love, passion, the exhilarated feeling of wanting one’s genitals against your own?
Such a sweet man this entire time, Minho would text you soft ‘good morning’ texts with words that had you waking with a smile, and ‘good night’ voice texts of him telling you light jokes to make you fall asleep with that same, goofy grin. But there was a reasonable wall between you as two humans in the same way you both understood this was just a moment in time, fugacious. Still, he had your mouth watering and eyes holding sparkles in them every time he mentioned your name, and that gave the time worth.
Cold fingertips lingering at the dip of your back, his left hand gripped the wheel tightly. Eyes focused on the road, the pads of his digits found the warmth of your skin through your top. A hiss of your tongue hardly grazed the roof of your cavity before you saw the twinge of his lips, the corner of his mouth rising into a smirk. It was funny that such little impingement during the entire night was enough to send shocks through your nerves like bolts of electricity. Every inch of your skin tingling, it was all amplified when his form rounded the vehicle to open the door for you.
An intrusive breeze from the icy winds passing rung a shiver through you — one much less conveyed by the man, Minho’s eyes flashed in a blink. A millisecond of another breeze and his coat was fixed around your shoulders without a flick of your tongue to deny the motion. Comfort seeping into your veins, his scent fitted into the article so deeply from all the times he had worn it before — you could bask in the moment for longer than necessary if given the time, but your hand was in wanting and too far advanced.
Connected directly from your brainwaves, your fingertips collided with his jawline. A diminutive grasp at his cheek brought him forward, his lips parting with the faded scent of the wine once swallowed and the mint originally placed on his tongue as you both left the restaurant. So thick with his taste, his tongue ran along with your own, every bud in place to take in his flavor with ardor. And you did just that, swallowing him with a gentle kiss turning lethal. It was him who broke away, lips reddened from even the most shallow kiss, chest rising and descending to recapture his breath, but only a grin on his face.
A break for the double doors, his arm entrapped your waist in a hurry. A faint laugh from you whisked away with the wind a second time, the heat of the building brought a drip of sweat from your hairline to fall down your temple as you both raced for the elevator. A glow of his skin, Minho was deemed a true gentleman. But the deep glare in his eyes - irises dark and reflective - the glassiness of the drink finally found his bloodstream.
With a click of the button to rise up to your floor, Minho’s hand held yours in his own tightly. White digits smothered by his grasp, your shoes slid against the flooring of the hall until you found yourself in the small space of the elevator. Glazed walls mirroring your silhouettes, he was patient, keeping his eyes on the people abiding the bottom floor until the doors closed shut.
Released breath so revealing, he had been anticipating this. His lips pushing into your own, hand pressing flat into the wall behind you as your mouths captured one another’s. The rising room couldn’t conceal the moans and pants from either of you, the doors shifting back open in tandem with him lifting you from the floor. Hardly raising you into the air until your feet matched with the hallway leading to your apartment, your eyes were shut, hand out following the wall for - what you hoped - was four doors down to your own home.
Something new you grew fond of, the horniness seeping larger when it came to laughter abrading the situation. Your fingers fumbled trying to find the key to your door, in a full fit of the giggles the moment the key was thrust into the lock and turned.
His hand found your lower back once more, legs guiding you backwards into the home with the kick of the door behind him finally giving the darkness a chance to hide your affair. Your arm rose to find the light switch, his cackle hushed between your connected mouths. Tongue slick against your own, you tasted the same flavors as you did at the car, the sweet and bitter palate making you moan into him. Minho’s hands traveled over your hips, swaying you with his moves until he found the smooth wall of the short hall leading to your bedroom. A gapped space with no pictures or decorations, it was you that was plastered against it.
His hold grew towards your wrist, lifting the limb until you felt your fingers curve to reach for him. Austere, his thumb pressed into your palm, thick cock in his slacks pushing into you to let you feel how much you affected him, how badly he wanted you - and it was that simple induction that had your back meeting the silk sheets of your bed.
A new break of laughter hit him, his form sitting up with his hands grasping the fabric of the bedding instead of you. His facial expression only that of entertainment, his smirk widened and his eyes gored a heavy gaze in a thin chuckle. “Expecting me?”
“I wanted to have hope.” Your laughter once again muffled by his lips, the protruding feeling of him pressing into you deeper had your limbs running numb and mind too engulfed to be embarrassed that you had thought of the night as far as putting the best sheets you owned onto your bed.
“How did you know I adore silk?” Just above the whisper, his fingers shifted over your clothing. Piece by piece he removed them, standing above you fully clothed as if to assert something you desired - his dominance growing a thick coat of wetness over your crotch. A shiver of your skin and he hardly spoke again before he undid the button and zipper of his bottoms to pull out his length. “If you’ve done this well for me, thought this deeply about me, I suppose it’s only common courtesy to return the favor.”
But it was the way he did it, his hand wrapping around his base, knees hitting the floor at the foot of the bed, his tongue delving between your thighs like you tasted better than the wine. He found every little crevice, tasted you so deeply that your mouth fell open. Another new experience, oral never being on your ‘to-receive’ list, but as his tongue swiveled against the softest spot of your body, the white rush was upon you. Your legs shook, eyes clenching shut as you focus your attention on the muscles tightening all over your body. It was only for a moment, but you physically had to hold the bottom of your thighs to keep them from clamping down on his head — deciding a suffocating session wasn’t what he intended.
It was hardly a laughing moment though, his plump lips sucking you forward, hands guiding you to sit up at a curve, and his large eyes peering up at you in time to make you fall back onto the mattress in sheer bliss.
His tip red, shaft veined as his fingers rolled over the full length, he released precum directly under your gaze. Tone dark when your eyes matched his face, the movement of his free hand gathered your attention quicker than the thick drop leaking from his cock. Middle finger attaching to the dip of one of his smooth buttons, the black button-up was disheveled of its purpose. His thumb moved in tandem to hold the button sternly in his grasp, a harsh tug sending a few of the fasteners around the room with loud clinks.
His cheeks ran hot when he ground down towards you, bare chest now pressed into your own with a kiss to your lips. Your legs separated a second time, his fingers caressed two small circles into the skin before his knees took the space between them. A whisper into your ear, your sight matched the moonlight glistening on the ceiling, mind hollowed from his sharp pants.
“A-Are you okay with this?” This was the first time you heard him truly stutter. Minho had kept his cool up until this moment, but with his cock a mere inch from slipping inside of you, feeling you coat him with your juices — it was wrong to say he wasn’t visibly dizzy.
“Drawer.” The word was echoed off the walls, almost covered by your palm as your hands grazed over your face to claw at your sweaty hair. “The c-condoms. Your pick.”
“Pick?” He couldn’t cover the humor on his face, raising and walking three shallow steps to your nightstand to find the three boxes of recently purchased condoms. Only one opened, his brow rose high as his hands pushed into the dark space and lifted out a fresh box. “Another good guess.” Grin too wide when he bent over your shivering form, the cold air of the room mixing with the heat from your skin to create an invisible tornado - the cyclone becoming fixed in your stomach when you noticed the foil packet ripping open. “Ultra-thin, you know me unconsciously, baby.”
The condom fit him perfectly, rolling down his shaft with a hiss of his tongue and a break for your dripping hole. A lingering feeling of butterflies creeping into your gut an additional time, the saliva he left dripping from you gave him the extra lubrication to slip into you with grace. One inch at a time, your eyes watered when he halted inside of you. His face turned red - nearly crimson - at the feeling of you finally taking him in, politely peppering a kiss to your forehead and questioning your state before he even attempted to pull from you and press back inside.
His hips moved from your own, the split second of cold air flowing between your bodies bringing chills across your skin only for the heat to return. A deep thrust into you was followed by the escape of his cock once more, his length rocking into you and hitting every spot you loved. Back arched with his hand keeping its place at the small of your back for support, his mouth found the softest bit of skin beneath your earlobe to suck a hickey into. A small mark - one that matched the other on your skin that thankfully went unnoticed by Minho this entire time - but enough stimulation to have you billowing up to swallow his length and cum around him.
“Oh— shit-” His lips stuttered. “If you keep— c-clenching like that I’ll-”, but it was too late, Minho had met his own end. The rubber condom around his length held onto his hot liquids, the rush of him filling you short-lived by his removal from within your walls. You witnessed his hand pumping his length vigorously to hit his mark, his cum splashing the translucent cover.
You fell back against the mattress with a content sigh, Minho’s body falling beside you with a well-kept-in moan reverberating from deep within his gut. A faint laugh through his lips and his arm gingerly ran over your stomach to pull you into his chest. “Red wine, huh?”
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[7:10 a.m] - Wednesday, February 9th
The purple sun rising in the sky, you woke to the sound of traffic and an adjacent side of the bed ice cold. Sighing, your form sat upwards and took notice that the smooth sheets gently laid over you, almost tucked beneath your side to keep you warm, were left by a long-gone Minho.
You shivered, eyes clenching shut with the mental image of the man hovering over you, pressing heated kisses into your skin, whispering appealing things in your ears, and pressing himself inside of you with a shared exchange of sex and love. All things said, memories charred into your mind forever, the man was no more than an enigma to you now. His disappearance still heartbreaking, not even a note left in your range, you wished for at least a goodbye text from the one who never hesitated to send you a kind message for you to read before work.
Morning shifting, everything fell back into its normal routine as if you hadn’t endured one of the best nights of your life. The taste of the rousing red wine still on your tongue with the toothpaste rinsing it away, the morning ran by faster just as the phone pulled into your hands.
No calls, no texts, the frown on your face was evident of anguish. Brushing past the ‘no messages’ notification, your thumbs pressed to order an Uber for your route to work, a complying sigh that your day had to continue making you feel weakened.
The car on the map moved in closer, just two streets over when your phone rang. A hesitation in your movements, the green call button seemed to be light-years away when you finally pressed it.
“Hello?”
“Hello! I am your Uber driver calling to mention that I am two minutes away.” A deep rousing voice called through the small speaker, and chills littered across your skin like a rash. So familiar, yet different, the man’s voice made you want to crawl back into bed and recreate the night that had abruptly ended.
“Thank you, I’ll be down in a moment.”
The click was significant, cold air brushing your limbs where your clothing didn’t stretch the second you stepped outside. It was almost regretful how your brows knitted at the sight of the vehicle approaching you in the parking lot, and even more when you got into the backseat of the warm car.
But the most regrettable part was peering up towards the driver through the two front seats to notice how tight the man’s fingers were around the steering wheel. White knuckles clamped like he couldn’t let go, it wasn’t until his scent filled your nostrils that you recognized your fling-like-lover in broad daylight.
“M-Minho?”
Pale as his face was, he still released the wheel to turn and face you. Eyes dark, warm just as they always were towards you, his lips moved quickly to calm the situation. “Hey, listen-”
Something he had never mentioned to you before, his daily routine mainly set around his job of driving strangers around until the sun set, and sometimes even afterward. He seemed almost embarrassed by his work, eyes well rested from sleeping beside you for hours after your affair ended making him glisten in the sunshine. Fiddling with the knob of the door in a state of panic, the awkward tension was only broadened from the click of the button in his door locking the car shut.
“L-Listen!”
Through the month you had known Minho, he never raised his voice. Not driving through traffic, not to call your name and catch your attention as you passed him on the sidewalk, not even between the smooth sheets last night. You were clearly befuddled and startled.
“Hey-” The softness of his voice immediately returned at the sight of your cautious expression, his entire body twisting to look you in the eyes. “Hey look— it’s okay. This is my job, and you’re a customer.” The silence that filled the car was worse than agonizing, almost ear-bleeding. “Please say something, love.”
He pleaded so gently, the man that was so calm and collected becoming visibly unhinged during the situation only to calm you both down with a single word. The use of the name ‘love’ always twisted your stomach, a toothless smile running along your lips to give him the chance to relax.
“Okay.” Nodding in such an odd motion, you didn’t feel cornered as the moment would make others feel — you trusted Minho and his ways.
“Okay?” His own tongue repeating the word gave him a sense of casualty, regaining the same tone he always used at the same time his muscles relaxed back into the seat and his foot lifted from the break to begin driving. “Okay.”
Here you questioned just what the universe’s humor actually was. Because while stuck in a car being driven by the man you’ve been seeing, the first man you had a fully romantical relationship with before intercourse, the first one-night-stand you ever had - something you may never have again, and the first man to ever - non-platonically - send you ‘good morning’ texts, you ironically hit every red light created between your apartment building and your work building. And if it wasn’t already bad enough, you had to open your mouth.
“Why did you leave?”
“I had a morning shift and thought it would be weird to get ready at your apartment before I left for work.” The cat was out of the bag. “Did I come across as rude?”
Never holding any ill intentions, Minho seemed to be one of the most well-kept men you had ever met in your life. Button-down shirts, perfectly greased hair to where it doesn’t look oily, soft lips, a gentle hold on anything unless he’s pounding into you from above - then the grip is tighter, a fully-rounded person.
“N-No, uhm-” You were at a loss for words. “It’s just— I’ve never had a one-night-stand situation.” Oh, to bite your own tongue and shut yourself up from admitting anything further. “It’s new to me.”
He didn’t fail to kiss the same scratch he left. “I’ve had a few — but I must admit, I was always the one leaving. I’m really sorry if I hurt your feelings.”
“You didn’t, really.”
“So, we’re cool then?” Stopped at the fourth red light of the ride, he had a chance to look back at you and give you the eye-smile that made you fall for him in the first place.
Fast beat of your heart, you could hardly speak. “Y-Yeah, Minho. We’re cool.”
“Come on then.” His palm patted the front seat, a wide grin on his face that was so welcoming. It took all of your might not to hop into the passenger seat, to keep the wall up between you two so parting wouldn’t be any more painful. But the man read you too well, “If you don’t get in the front seat, I might end up back there with you.”
“I’ll take my chances.”
Sight aligned in the rear-view mirror, his irises grew darker. Similar to the night before, a hiccup in your throat gave you away, the rapid blink of your eyes to diverge the interaction just another tell that he had you, and even the heat in your cheeks could be felt by the man driving the car inches away.
Chances, he took. The car softly pulled off from the main roads to a quiet parking lot. Your eyes squinted at the time reading on his dash before his frame covered the bright lines, a soft smile on his face as he pressed through the two seats and made himself comfortable beside you. The exact same, a caressing scent filling your lungs with the motion of his arm pulling at your lower back to bring you into his lap. He made you feel safe and loved, although you knew this was soon to be over.
His head tilted to have a narrow view of your face, the sunlight reigning in through the windows bringing a gleam to his eyes that you wish you had seen beforehand. He looked so innocent, like a man you’d only see in passing - such as you had before - but Minho held you in his lap like a long-time lover. Lips parting like he’d speak words, his mouth pressed a firm kiss to your temple.
“Can I make me leaving so early up to you now?” Blinking slowly, waiting for your answer, the smallest squeal came from your throat before his lips pressed into yours.
Deepened within the first second, you felt his tongue run hot the moment it encircled yours. A comfortable hold on your hips to twist you, your knees sunk into the seats as your fingers tangled into his hair. A whine buried inside his chest found stereo from a light tug of your digits through his soft locks, a jolt in his hips grinding him up into you in a devilish way.
A deep breath parted his lips farther when he broke the kiss, his chest rising to show you the lines of his neck becoming more profound. Such a light mark on his neck to be recognized by you, the hickie you left in the feast of the night made a grin grow on your own face. Witnessing you become confident, endearing of the same bruise you created seemed to bring an itch to his groins.
“Hey-” He chuckled out, index finger and thumb catching your chin. “Fifteen minutes left.”
“I can be late.” Your words dripped like venom, a mumbled sound coming from him in denial.
“No- this is plenty of time, baby. Pull this.” His hands caught your wrist, guiding you to tug at the buttons left on his top. Quickly undone by your fingers, he hissed at the light feeling of your nails scraping against his skin. It was visceral, his thumbs pressing into the fabric of his pants to undo them and pull at his throbbing cock harder than it was last night. A cocked brow of your own matching his view, and the same smirk from the night before replaced the humane smile on his lips. “Give a dog a new bone and he won’t ask for the others any time soon.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Your bottoms removed so suddenly, his hands pressing against you and working at your sweet spots had you crouching over him. Engraved patterns in his skin that he could follow to work you up, his fingers barely pulled at the liquids quickly drenching your underwear before he plowed into you. So caught in the moment, your head turning to lay against his shoulder caught the item before you felt it deep within you.
“You took two?” The foil packet ripped open and ran along his length before he slipped into you, his laughter only rocked you into him harder.
“Preparation, love.” He cackled.
“And mild kleptomania.”
He drove into your walls as they clenched, the pace inhuman at the rate he snapped up into you. You wanted to link lips, kiss him until the same skin turned blue, but as his eyes paired with the clock, he only put his hands at your thighs and ground up into you rougher. Panting into your ear, no syllables released, you felt the warmth of the rubber filled another time. Kind and assertive, his lips found the shell of your ear just in time for the clock to strike five minutes til.
“Cum for me, love.” His fingers heaved against where his cock didn’t reach, your sight filled with white as you shook in his hold. Sweated body and matted hair, he slipped from within you as he gently pulled your clothing over you.
But that wasn’t Minho’s style, clearly. His form broke between the seats to bring a cold bottle of water to your lips, shirt stained from the sweat dripping from his forehead being pulled from your torso. In a heave of time, you found the man you came to love buttoning the small clasps one at the time. A kiss to your nose and you were nearly at work with two minutes to spare at the time that you realized the relationship had come to an end.
Keeping the engine running, his fingers moved to the ignition to pull the key when you spoke. “It’s okay.” The tug at his shirt now around you almost made you laugh at the - currently - the half-bare man driving the vehicle. “I’ve got it from here.”
Your own kiss to his cheek made his face run hot, lightened eyes still warm like you just met. Hand reaching for the handle, you opened and stepped out into the fresh morning air. His voice rang through the car, your body bending back inside to listen to him contently. A smooth, cream-colored card was pressed into your palm, a wink from Minho and his words following. “If you ever need any kind of ride again— call or send me a text, love.”