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“It’s so nice to see you again Heiran, thank you for having me!” Hyunjin smiles while being greeted at the front door of the Bang residence.
“You as well Hyunjin, I’m so glad you could make it! Everyone else is already in the back by the pool.” The woman allows him inside and he slips past her. They make idle chitchat as they walk through the house.
He’s not supposed to be familiar with the home, he’s only been in it a handful of times. At least that’s what Heiran thinks.
She’s a nice woman, he almost feels bad sometimes for the heartache he’ll probably cause her one day. But almost isn’t enough for him to stop what goes on with her significant other.
They step outside and Hyunjin is hit with a water gun almost instantly, water spraying all over him, soaking his silk top and short white shorts. He wipes his face, pushes his dark hair from his eyes and glares.
“Chan!” Heiran shrieks, she is completely shielded by Hyunjin of course, a few drops land on her at most.
Of course.
“Thank you for the welcome Christopher.” Hyunjin looks over at the man who soaked him completely. He’s met with a red cheeked, nervous looking Bang Chan.
The older man looks as if he’s about to squirm out of his skin.
“I’m so sorry Hyunjin, do you want a change of clothes?” Heiran touches his arm and looks at him with sympathy in her eyes. A few of the other neighborhood wives come over after also scolding their husbands to check on them.
“Oh I’m fine. I’m sure the sun will dry me out.” He takes his hair down from the band he had it in and looks over at Chan again.
“Sorry.” Chan waves a bit timidly.
Hyunjin sighs and walks further in with the wives crowding around him. It’s the usual cookout one of the houses on their block will host.
It’s a weekly occurrence. It gives all the wives and such time to gossip and all the husbands a chance to act like children. Like they just were.
He’s one of the only single ones, a few others are also. He’s friendly with them but that’s it.
But it’s not a bad life by any means. Not when you get to rail and be railed by your unfortunately married but unfairly attractive next door neighbor.
When Hyunjin moved in he kept to himself mostly, the women and some of the men on the street greeted him with smiles and welcome gifts. He still stayed in for the most part, until his neighbors directly next door greeted him.
Heiran had knocked on his door while he was in the middle of getting ready for the day. His hair had been half up and falling in his eyes, he was only in a silk robe and small pajama shorts. His makeup only partly done, only sparkly shadow on his eyes.
He’d been embarrassed having to answer the door in such a state.
That was until he saw who was knocking.
At the time he really tried his hardest to pay attention to Heiran words, but all he could focus on was the gorgeous man next to her. He made the decision then that he would be friendly with the couple.
But being friendly turned into getting Chan on his knees with his cock down his throat while Hyunjin pretended to need help with something.
It started as harmless flirtations. The couple invited him over for dinner along with a few other neighbors and that was the first time he went in their house.
It was actually a very nice evening. The food was good, the wine was better, and Hyunjin got to stare at Chan for the whole night.
The older man pretended he didn’t exist practically. He refused to even look at him fully.
Hyunjin thought at first it could be that Chan wasn’t the biggest fan of gay men. But was he wrong, absolutely wrong.
While cleaning up the dinner plates that night they had been working side by side. Hyunjin flirted with him because he couldn’t miss an opportunity like that.
Chan finally looked him in the eye after one too many flirtatious remarks and next thing he knew Hyunjin was shoved into the bathroom and Chan was between his thighs. It was the hottest, dirtiest blowjob he has ever received, he would have paid Chan back too if it hadn’t been for the wife issue.
That was seven months ago.
Since then Hyunjin has bent Chan over his countertop, he’s rode the older man in his own bedroom, sucked him dry in his car, and he’s even pushed a toy inside him while Heiran is around.
Their relationship is the scandal of the neighborhood, everyone knows except Heiran. At least that’s what Chan thinks. No one has ever approached him about his relationship with the older man.
Again, he’d feel bad, but, he just doesn’t. Yeah he’s a bitch for that, but he’ll take that title proudly if it means he gets to continuously fuck his too hot for his own good neighbor.
He runs a hand through his hair and graciously accepts the glass of wine from Moreen from across the street. The ladies around him iddily chat, gossiping about this and that. He only half pays attention.
How can they expect him to listen when Chan is shirtless. He takes a sip of his wine, nodding along to the conversation acting as if he’s been listening.
Chan turns around and Hyunjin gets an eyeful of his back.
He nearly chokes, the wine spilling down his chin.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Heiran touches his back and holds a napkin to his chin.
Hyunjin laughs, unable to help himself. He wipes his face and shirt, sighing heavily, he’s soaked with water and wine now.
“Yes I’m fine, just a bit messy today apparently.” He pulls back from the table and unbuttons his shirt completely.
“What did you choke on? Was it an ice cube?” Moreen leans forward, very obviously giving him a once over.
He laughs again, “no, I just looked over when Chan turned around and his back shocked me. Go easy on him, Heiran.” He teases her, hiding his boiling rage.
All the women now look over and shriek together. Heiran’s face burns bright red, “oh my god.” She whispers, hiding in her hands.
“Mm well he’s showing it off proudly.” Another woman giggles, “wish my husband did me that hard.”
Hyunjin wipes his face and stands while stripping his shirt off. He looks over and finds Chan staring, their eyes lock and Hyunjin raises a brow.
Instantly the older man blushes and looks away.
It’s funny, Hyunjin has matching marks on his own back.
What would Heiran think if she knew her husband gave them to him?
“Maybe Heiran will share.” He smirks, still teasing.
“Oh my good Hyunjin.” She smacks his arm making him laugh more. He sits back down on the stool and picks up his glass again.
“I wouldn’t want to share either.” He murmurs into his glass. Since he doesn’t get any scandalous gasps it’s safe to assume the entire neighborhood doesn’t know he makes Chan his bitch weekly.
That may change after today. He has no right to be jealous, but he is.
The time passes slowly but surely, the day turning to night.
Hyunjin is a bit tipsy, torches to keep bugs away lit around him. All the women are a bit drunk, but all the guys are too it seems.
He sits back in his chair and finishes his glass off, there’s only a few people on the patio. The rest inside replenishing their drinks and getting food.
“You’ve yet to say a word to me Channie.” Hyunjin calls to the man of the house with a small smirk.
Chan has a shirt on again, it’s unbuttoned completely. He timidly comes over, his cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and being called out.
“Mm Well you said my full name, I’ve learned to avoid you for a bit when you do that.” He grins and sits down.
Hyunjin snorts and lays his legs across his lap. Chan sets his hands on them, tracing shapes on his knees. It’s a very small gesture, small but intimate.
That’s the thing about Chan, Hyunjin wishes he was just a fun fuck buddy. But the blonde’s stupid dimpled cheeks and bubbly laugh have him hooked.
Their pillow talk has gone far past the point of friends with benefits. They’ve whispered promises, words of love sometimes too.
“Oh, what’s made you learn that?” He leans on his hand, smiling like an idiot.
Chan blushes and looks down, his eyes on his hands that are still on his knees and moving towards his thighs.
“You’re cute. Your back looks like it hurts, did you fall in a bush?” He raises his brows, taunting the older man further.
“Shut up…”
Hyunjin pulls his legs off his lap and leans in, he grabs him by his stupid looking hawaiian shirt. Their foreheads press together and Chan lets out a little whine.
“Did you want to match my back? Or is someone’s wife getting territorial?” He forces him to look him in the eyes.
Eye contact makes Chan squirm like nothing else.
It’s wonderful.
“I f-forgot…” Chan stutters, trying to look away.
“You forgot your back is ripped to shreds? You’re lucky I don’t bend you over in front of the whole neighborhood right now.” Hyunjin glances inside to see everyone still occupied.
He yanks Chan to his feet and tugs him into the small outdoor bathroom connected to their house. It’s used for showering off after the pool.
“We can’t-“ Chan whines but is quickly cut off.
Hyunjin smashes their lips together, tugging his face up to his. Chan melts almost instantly, arms wrapping around him in seconds. Hyunjin bites down and grips his hair aggressively.
“Did she feel as good as me Channie?” He growls into his mouth.
The older man shivers and shakes his head no.
“I can’t hear your head shaking.”
“N-no Jinnie.”
Hyunjin holds his chin forcing his eyes up, “are you mine?” He raises his brows.
“Yes, mm yours.”
“Good boy.” He pets his hair like he’s a dog and smirks, fingers tracing along his jawline. “I should make you get on your knees right now.” He whispers.
Chan darts up to kiss him, his hands going to his hips, “please, I miss you.”
Hyunjin smiles and uses a more gentle touch, “I miss you too baby.” He wraps his arms around his neck and melts against the older man. Chan grabs his ass and actually picks him up with ease making him grin even more.
Their lips crash together again, Hyunjin’s back hits the nearby wall and he tips his head against it.
“I wish you could stay over.” Chan breathes into his ear as he kisses down his throat.
Hyunjin hums, “I wish you could come to mine for once.” He threads his fingers into Chan’s blonde curls and tugs gently. His ankles lock behind his back too, keeping him tightly around his waist.
“She’s leaving soon.”
Hyunjin pulls back, “define leaving. You? Or on vacation.”
“God I wish it was me.” Chan groans and hides his face in his neck. “She’ll never want a divorce.”
“Well whose fault is that? What’s stopping you from leaving her?”
“The fact I don’t wanna lose my house and all my other shit babe. Her name is first on everything.” Chan bites his collarbone and it makes him squeak. “Don’t act like you don’t know that.”
“Mm why do you need your own stuff? I can take care of you?”
“Did you just call me your sugar baby?”
“Are you gonna call me daddy?” He smirks.
“I will throw you in that pool so fast.” Chan laughs against his mouth.
Hyunjin giggles and pulls him closer locking their lips again, “I don’t have a daddy kink don’t worry.” He smirks and bites down. Chan whines softly, gripping his shorts.
“I think I would have known that by now if you did.” Chan snorts and licks into his mouth.
Hyunjin hums and just basks in his aggressive kisses, wanting nothing more than to get fucked raw in this tiny little space.
But unfortunately they will get caught if they try to do anything with the entire neighborhood around. That’s asking to get caught pretty much.
“Mm babyboy,” Hyunjin groans, feeling Chan’s hands fumbling with his shorts.
“Please?” Chan pouts up at him, his lower lip jutted out and everything.
Hyunjin holds his face, staring down into his puppy dog eyes, “you’ll be the death of me you know that? You can not suck me off with the entire neighborhood just outside.”
“But you brought me in here.” Chan whines at him.
“Yeah I know what I did brat.”
Hyunjin forces him to set him back down, Chan nuzzles at his neck, his hand slides into the back of his shorts. Hyunjin takes in a sharp breath, not expecting his lover to be so bold.
Chan’s fingertips ghost across his entrance, petting teasingly, making him flutter.
“I know you wanna. You’ve been drooling over me shirtless all day.” Chan clearly is trying to get him riled up now.
Hyunjin rolls his eyes, “do you wanna get caught?”
“No…”
“No? Are you lying? I think you are, you little brat. Now get your hand out of my pants.”
Chan whines and takes his hand out, “can we later?”
“Maybe, if you’re good.”
They part and Hyunjin readjusts himself, making sure Chan is watching as he reaches down and grabs his half hard cock. Chan’s eyes are locked onto his every move, mouth falling open slightly.
“You’re cute.” He kisses his cheek and then suddenly gets picked up again.
“Chan!” He shrieks as he’s tossed over his shoulder with ease and carried out of the bath house.
In a matter of seconds he’s surrounded by water and soaking wet all over again. He feels Chan’s arm still around him and shoves the older man back under the water as he tries to come up for air.
“Oh my god.” Heiran and a few others are all standing by the edge of the pool giggling at the sight.
Hyunjin swims up to the surface and pushes his hair from his eyes. Chan pops up next to him with a shit eating grin.
“Sorry I slipped.” He smirks.
“Oh yeah?” Hyunjin cocks his head to the side, he wants to kiss him in front of all of them so badly. He wants to show his stupid wife that he doesn’t belong to her.
“Hmhm. Too much to drink.” Chan giggles and jumps back out of the pool and places a sloppy kiss to Heiran’s cheek. She bats him away since he is drenched.
“Uh huh.” Hyunjin climbs out too, his eyes locked onto one of the other singles of the neighborhood.
Two can play this game.
He takes one of the towels off the drying line and wraps himself in it. He shivers slightly, the night air much cooler than when the sun was up.
“Chan, go bring Hyunjin inside and give him an extra set of clothes since you’re dead set on keeping him soaked for the entirety of the party.” Heiran tells Chan in a stern voice.
Hyunjin smirks, perfect.
Chan whines softly but walks inside, Hyunjin forgets about his plan to flirt with one of the other guys at the party and follows after the older man. They walk past the other neighbors inside and upstairs to Chan and Heiran’s bedroom.
The second they step inside Chan has Hyunjin against the door. His lips attempt to move feverishly against his. Hyunjin however stays still, not amused with his little trick to get them alone together again.
“Baby~” Chan pouts into his neck, whining at the lack of attention.
Hyunjin looks down, “oh you want me to give you a reward after you threw me in the pool and made me freezing?”
Chan looks up at him with pleading eyes, he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. As if he’s waiting to be used and guided to his knees.
Hyunjin only has so much self restraint.
He goes for his belt finally and Chan lights up like a Christmas tree. He eagerly begins kissing along his throat, biting gently here and there.
Hyunjin hums and threads his fingers into his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. He gets his damp shorts down his hips and goes for his jockstrap next. There’s no way he was wearing any type of briefs in shorts this tight.
Once he’s bare Chan scoops him up and tosses him onto the bed.
The two of them giggle as they wrap around each other, ignoring the dampness of their hair and the stickiness on their bodies.
“Can I fuck you? Please Jinnie?” He whines at him.
Hyunjin holds his chin in his hand and stares up at him, “you want to get caught don’t you?” He whispers.
“No!”
“Then why do you wanna try and fuck me when your house is full of people and your wife knows we’re alone together?”
Chan’s face turns bright red, he tries to hide in his neck again.
Hyunjin smirks, “you’re such a dirty little whore Channie. You know that? You wanna fuck your boyfriend while your wife is home.” He tugs on his curls and kisses him hard. “But you’re my little whore.” He pushes Chan’s swim trunks down and wraps his fingers around his half hard member.
“How drunk are you babyboy?” He hesitates.
“I’m okay, I promise.” Chan kisses him again, “are you?”
“Yeah I’m okay.” Hyunjin feels his heart flutter in his chest over the stupid little moment. He really does love Chan, he hates that he does, but he can’t help it.
“Get your lube.” He murmurs.
Chan instantly goes to his side of the bed and in seconds is down between his legs.
Hyunjin bites his lip and sets his thighs onto his shoulders. Chan doesn’t waste any time at all, he immediately buries his tongue in his ass as if this was what he was made to do.
“Fuck baby.” Hyunjin lets his eyes flutter shut.
Chan licks at his entrance and spreads him apart to bury his face deeper. His tongue pokes at his hole, teasingly thrusting inside him.
Hyunjin moans and runs his fingers through his hair, opting to not grip it so hard for once.
Chan nips at his rim and swirls his tongue. Hyunjin feels him bring his hand up and soon two lubed up fingers are pushed inside of him. Chan stares up at him now, watching his every reaction.
Hyunjin bites his lip and reaches down for his own cock, “open.” He whispers huskily.
Chan listens obediently and sticks his tongue out too.
Hyunjin hums and guides himself inside the warmth of his mouth. It makes him moan and teasingly thrust forward.
The fingers inside him curl and brush against his prostate making him tense up just for a second. Chan sucks on his tip and goes for that spot again. His fingers petting along his sensitive nerves.
Hyunjin watches him with greedy eyes, guiding his face down to take even more.
“That’s a good boy.” He murmurs and Chan moans around him.
“Hmhm Channie, you’re my good boy, you always do so well for me…even when you’re acting like a useless slut.”
This makes Chan whine and sink down on his member even further. His fingers start to scissor Hyunjin open and properly fuck him. It makes his eyes roll back and a little bit of drool drip down his chin.
Soon a third digit is in and Chan is sitting up on his knees while absolutely ruining Hyunjin with his fingers alone.
Hyunjin moans and quickly uses his hand to cover his mouth. He needs to be a little quiet or they will in fact get caught and neither of them really want that.
Hyunjin arches and reaches down to stroke himself, Chan’s mouth falls open again. He’s not trying to suck him now, he just wants to be ready in case Hyunjin cums.
He doesn’t plan on getting himself that worked up just yet.
“Mm Channie I’m good, fuck me baby.” He whispers.
Chan takes his fingers out slowly and gets on his hands and knees. He waits patiently to be told what to do.
“You’re so fucking cute.” Hyunjin pulls his mouth to his and kisses him happily, “I love you.” He murmurs and Chan melts against him.
“I love you too.” He wiggles himself between his thighs and Hyunjin grabs the lube. He pours a generous amount onto Chan’s member and smears it around.
He then lines him up and Chan pushes into him without hesitation.
“Oh-fuck-“ Hyunjin arches and throws his head back.
Chan moans into his skin, drooling against him. Hyunjin digs his nails into his back, making his own marks. He hopes Heiran sees them.
Chan bottoms out and their lips meet eagerly, tongues sliding together making things even messier.
Hyunjin rolls hips up trying to get him to move already. They’re on borrowed time after all.
Chan seems to get the message and pulls back while pushing Hyunjin’s thighs to his chest. Hyunjin smacks a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet as Chan starts an unruly pace.
He whimpers and whines behind his hand, trying not to squirm around as Chan brushes his prostate with each thrust.
“Y-you’re mine,” Chan stutters while yanking him down on his cock.
Hyunjin cries out, the thought of being claimed like this and everyone at the party hearing him nearly makes him cum already.
He blindly reaches for one of Chan’s hands, locking their fingers together. He tugs it up to his mouth and presses his lips to his knuckles, making a point to kiss his ring finger.
Chan shifts forward, “I want you to stay.” He whispers.
“You know I can’t do that with her here.” Hyunjin holds his face and traces his jaw, “I should keep you locked up in my house so you can’t leave.”
“I wouldn’t try to.” Chan kisses him hard, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Hyunjin arches against him again and hears someone come up the stairs.
“Babe did you lock the door?”
“Mm?”
“Someone is-“ they both freeze the door handle turning. Chan pulls out abruptly and yanks his shorts back up while tossing a dry pair to Hyunjin.
The door closes before it even opens all the way, someone laughing on the other side and saying something about how it’s the wrong door for the bathroom. Both of them stare at each other, waiting for the seconds to pass for whoever it is to walk out.
They listen to the footsteps and Chan goes to the door and locks it.
“That would have been terrible.” Hyunjin snorts while sitting up on his elbows. He brushes his hair from his eyes and bites his lower lip, looking at Chan with a lustful gaze still.
“That’s an understatement.” Chan says against the door.
Hyunjin hums and cocks his head to the side, “you gonna finish the job or are you too scared now?” He asks while lifting one of his legs up to expose himself.
Chan nearly drools, his eyes trained on his hole.
Hyunjin giggles as Chan tackles him back to the bed, their lips colliding again.
“Ride me.” He whispers huskily.
“Of course I’ll do the work.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes playfully but in seconds has Chan on his back and is straddling him again. He sinks down slowly, arching his back as he gets filled again.
“Fuck…you’re so tight babe. Stop clenching so much.” Chan whines softly.
Hyunjin smirks and clenches up more as he starts to roll his hips.
“Like this?”
“H-Hyun-Hyunjin-“
“Don’t scream Channie.” He pins Chan’s hands down to the bed and starts really bouncing. Thank god for his many leg days in the gym.
Chan moans and bucks up into him, his back arched against the bed under them.
“You’re so cute. Why are you so sensitive hm? She keep you up all night or something?” Hyunjin taunts and forces Chan to look him in the eyes. He lifts himself up harder and slams back down, soft little sighs coming from his lips between his words.
“I-I thought about y-you.” Chan stutters, “I wanted y-you.”
Hyunjin guides Chan’s hand down to his cock and grinds down so his prostate is better stimulated.
“You say my name when you fuck her?” He asks eagerly.
Does he get off knowing how much he has Chan wrapped around his finger?
Yes yes he does.
“I wish it was you.” Chan gasps, his thrusts getting more erratic. He trembles under him, back arching up.
Hyunjin yanks him forward with one hand and smashes their lips together. He bites down to hold in a moan feeling Chan whimpering against him.
“H-Hyunjin-“ Chan cries out and releases deeply inside him.
“Oh fuck baby…” Hyunjin throws his head back, his hand speeding up on his cock. In a matter of seconds he’s cumming hard, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull.
Both of them are panting heavily, their bodies still moving as if they’re one.
“Shit, I didn’t mean to cum in you.” Chan whispers his face red.
Hyunjin just hums and wraps his arms around his neck, “you can’t get me pregnant.” He giggles, lazily kissing along his throat and to his ear.
“That’s not what I meant.” Chan snorts, “we’ve never, I’ve never cum in your before. That’s something we should have talked about, I’m sorry.”
“You’re very sweet, but do I look like I’m upset babyboy?” He grins and kisses him more firmly. “I love you and I mean that, whatever this is, whatever we have it’s the only thing I’m involved in. Are you seeing a third person little whore?” He teases him while running his fingers through his hair.
Chan laughs, “no I’m not. I’m barely even with her at this point. The only reason my back is the way it is right now is because she cornered me. I’m telling you babe she knows.”
Hyunjin rolls his eyes and moves off him finally. He grabs the clean shorts Chan got for him and walks to the bathroom that connects.
Quickly he cleans himself up, getting as much of the cum out of him as he can with a short amount of time. He also checks his hair, making sure it doesn’t look like Chan was just yanking on it.
Hyunjin looks at his neck and hips, checking for marks. Chan was a good boy and didn’t leave any behind shockingly.
He can’t say the same for himself.
Once satisfied with how he looks he walks back out to find Chan with his shorts on and all cleaned up. However he wasn’t expecting to find Heiran standing in the doorway.
“Did the two of you get lost on the way up?” She laughs.
Hyunjin snorts, “sorry, I was trying to fix myself up since I’ve been soaked, spilled wine on myself and soaked again.” He ties his hair up as if he’s still not happy with his appearance.
“Oh come on, you look fine. Are you still alive Chan?” She nudges her husband and Hyunjin moves to the door.
“Mm? Yeah I’m good.” Chan sits up and Hyunjin feels his soul leave his body. The lube falls out from the sheets, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Hyunjin looks at Chan and then at Heiran. But he finds her red faced.
“Let’s pretend you didn’t see that.” She blushes and pushes him from their room.
So she thinks it was from her night with Chan previously.
Good.
“Considering your husband’s back looks the way it does, the lube isn’t shocking.” He laughs and walks down the stairs.
“Oh stop it.”
Chan follows them out keeping a good distance between them thankfully.
Hyunjin feels the sting in his back with each step and can’t help but smirk.
She’s clueless.
*