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gihun can’t stop pacing around his room like he just killed someone. handling stress isn’t easy for him, especially when it comes to his dad.
that man is fucking dumb. when his friends are over it’s just- worse.
gihun likes the idea of having older men hanging around his house but he hates the reality of it: middle aged men are just fucking loud and the worst thing is that they think it’s funny and entertaining for who is unlucky enough to be watching.
still, he fantasizes about them.
there’s one in particular. it’s shameful for gihun, because the dude in question happens to be the oldest of his dad’s friends. the older, the better gihun thinks. the dude in question, hwang inho… is a loser, his hobbies are alcohol and soccer. but he has veiny hands and that’s all that gihun cares about in a man.
he can’t bring himself to leave his room for the majority of the time when his dad is hosting his fuckass parties, but sometimes he just has to go downstairs.
this time, it’s one in the morning and they are doing karaoke.
drunk karaoke.
loud drunk karaoke at one in the morning, on a school night.
gihun isn’t the top student at his university but he doesn’t like skipping lectures and then having to figure out what the words on his books mean on his own.
getting little to no sleep makes if hard for him to avoid that.
he builds up to courage to face whatever is going on downstars and he runs to the living room: lee moon sae lyrics on the tv, his dad is holding the tv remote and singing at the top of his lungs, two dudes are singing with him.
a slightly younger man is sat on the couch, he’s on his phone checking the stocks app.
he’s never seen that guy before.
must be a new entry to the middle aged, alcoholic club, though he doesn’t look that old.
he walks towards his dad, nudges him, waits for him to turn around then utters “dad, tone it down please.”
his dad stays quiet for a second. nobody bothers to stop the music. then, he smiles “we’re young let us have fun, gihun” the smile turns to a loud ass laughter, the other two join him, except for the fine ass man on the couch.
gihun sighs. that was exactly what he had expected from his dad.
he walks back to the stairs, then he realizes that he might as well sit on the couch and try to bag the new entry.
he sits right next to him, unlocks his phone and starts replying to his chats.
he glances at him a couple times to see if he’s got his attention yet but the dude is too focused on his phone to notice him.
“you’re deok-su’s son.” all of a sudden, a soft masculine voice blesses his ear. “i’m cho sangwoo. pleased to meet you. i heard you speak english well, your dad won’t stop bragging about it.”
gihun looks at him for a second, then he looks around trying not to blush or stutter.
“gihun, yes that’s me.” he stops “how come i haven’t seen you before, sir.?”
“don’t be so formal, gihun. i’ve known your old man for a while but i’m always so busy i can never hang out at night.” the words come out of this mouth so smooth, it seems like he knows everything that there is.
gihun finds it so sexy, he barely knows him but he already wants the man to claim him.
the twink catches himself staring at sangwoo’s hands. the way he’s holding his phone firmly. gihun wishes it was his waist.
“oh. busy. with work?”
“yes.” and just like that, the conversation is dead. well not really, but gihun gets the impression that sangwoo doesn’t want to continue. maybe he noticed, maybe he read his mind.
if only gihun wasn’t so tragic. not even ten seconds pass, and sangwoo continues
“but - quite frankly - i’d rather be on my personal computer, working than here with those three” he slightly points at his friends, scoffing.
“want a smoke?” gihun interrupts, his doe eyes staring up at him.
“if anything those are on me, pretty.” sangwoo says, taking a pack of parliaments out of his jacket.
gihun skips a heartbeat, he gives him a look of… hell, he doesn’t even know. “oh, thank you then.” is all he’s able to utter as he gets closer to sangwoo.
sangwoo, on the other hand is used to younger boys and girls acting like that with him. he’s never reciprocated their attention but he notices everytime.
he’s also very eloquent and he knows how to keep himself together. even if he wishes he was fucking gihun instead of offering him a cigarette, he gets up and walks towards the door, not before he’s sure that gihun is behind him.
gihun’s dad doesn’t even notice, the other two dickheads don’t even acknowledge that two people have just left the house either.
when they’re both outside, gihun sits on the steps, sangwoo gestures at him to get up and he starts walking to his car. gihun doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t doubt him he just follows.
not a single word is said while sangwoo unlocks the car and gihun slides in the passenger seat.
sangwoo hands the younger boy a cigarette and a lighter silently, then he rolls down the car window. “we can’t hear them from here.”
“right, yes…” gihun says absentmindedly, squeezing his tights together to kind of give sangwoo a sign that he’s extremely wet without actually saying anything.
gihun thinks he’s subtle but… how could sangwoo not notice?
the older man looks down at gihun’s crotch but he doesn’t see a bump, so he figures that maybe he got it wrong.
maybe gihun was just adjusting his position and maybe it was inappropriate for him to have brought a younger boy in his car at one in the morning.
gihun sees no reaction to his actions and he starts thinking that maybe sangwoo’s request had no second meaning.
maybe sangwoo was just sick of hearing deoksu’s insufferable singing voice and that’s genuinely why they were in his car.
“do you know a more… discreet spot, pretty?” sangwoo asks, casually between one puff and another.
gihun immediately looks up at him, his lips half-parted in surprise “yeah, why?”
“wouldn’t want anyone seeing a married man in a car with such a pretty boy at one in the morning and getting the wrong idea.”
“then you shouldn’t have asked me to come here in the first place.” gihun reaches for the handle, not hiding that he’s offended at all. the detail that sangwoo is married stings his chest.
“wait- fuck” sangwoo cusses under his breath, then instinctively puts a hand on gihun’s thight to stop him. “i’m hard.”
gihun doesn’t even know how to react, all he can think about is how wet he is, how he wishes sangwoo would just bury his head in his pussy and he could feel his wet tongue on his clit.
they look at each other for a moment, then gihun lowers his seat, spreading his legs to make space for sangwoo who won’t obviously fit in such little space. when gihun realizes, he feels so stupid that it takes him a shit ton of seconds to utter“my room? they won’t notice.”
sangwoo just nods, when they’re out of the car gihun grabs the older man’s hand and guides him to the back door. to their surprise, no one is singing anymore. when they pass by the living room, the three men are all asleep.
once they’re both inside, gihun locks the door to his room, then he turns off the big light and jumps into the bed.
sangwoo puts his finger on the light switch and turns it back on “no. i want to see all of you.”
then, the man gets between gihun’s legs, his big hands on his waist holding it like it were a small object. “get all of this off.” he orders and gihun immediately kicks his pjs off of himself. not his boxers though.
that’s sangwoo’s honor.
but before that, he slides a hand inside and is welcomed by a wet, silky smooth coin slot. he licks his now wet finger and looks directly inside the twink’s eyes.
“i-i should have told you… i’m sorry” gihun whispers as he runs a hand through the older one’s hair.
sangwoo takes gihun’s boxers off quickly and places his palms on his inner thighs to spread his legs more.
he doesn’t take his glasses of. he places his mouth closer to gihun’s pussy and when he starts licking his clit, the first thing he notices is how loud gihun is. even when there’s people downstairs, his dad specifically.
if anyone walks in on them, they’re both getting killed, yet sangwoo starts slurping on the boy’s pussy like it’s his first meal of the day, not caring at all that gihun can’t shut his pretty mouth.
the more he sucks on his bottom growth, the louder gihun gets.
if it were any other twink, his friends would laugh at him, maybe even call him a faggot… but they would have his back, lie for him…
but it’s deoksu’s son. deoksu will straight up kill him if he ever finds out.
it should bother him because he’s a grown ass man with a wife. instead it just turns him on.
he leaves wet kisses, then lightly sucks on his swollen, pink clit which makes gihun move his legs and accidentally squeeze sangwoo’s head between his thighs.
sangwoo’s mouth is dripping with saliva and whatever is coming out of the boy’s pussy. he had no idea gihun was trans. at all. deoksu didn’t mention it, neither did his friends, maybe they didn’t know it either. but he isn’t disappointed. not at all.
he doesn’t think about his wife once. hell, he even forgets that he’s attracted to women at all. how could he when there’s a pretty boy under him, moaning his name, trembling at his touch, desperately crying out for more.
sangwoo gets back to kissing it, and moaning right onto his clit because he fucking loves the taste of it and he loves that he’s there, between his legs and he gets to pleasure him.
gihun grabs the other’s hair. he’s enjoying the way his tongue feels but he’s desperate to taste his lips. he pulls sangwoo’s head up and locks eyes with him “please kiss me…”
sangwoo can’t say no to his wet, glossy, begging eyes. he leaves a trail of slow kisses from his pussy, to his abdomen, then his chest. he doesn’t hold back from moaning the whole time.
then, he finally gets to the boy’s face and initiates a rough kiss.
gihun kisses back, his soft hands wander on sangwoo’s back, and find their way inside his shirt. he begins undoing sangwoo’s belt but when he feels sangwoo’s fingers inside his pussy he immediately loses his focus.
it only gets worse when sangwoo starts fingering him. gihun lifts his right leg but doesn’t pull away from the kiss. he starts whimpering.
he only stops to beg for sangwoo’s cock.
sangwoo leaves one more kiss, on the corner of his mouth. he takes a good look at himself and realizes how hard he is and how much his pants are starting to feel so damn tight.
he lets gihun undo his belt, bring down his pants and boxers. his cock is already a mess of pre cum, he guides the younger’s hand around his length after gihun spits on his hand.
gihun watches sangwoo closely with an innocent smile on his lips. he’s waiting for the older one to make the first move on him, and it’s driving sangwoo insane. "pretty boy." he says, his voice slightly shaky. “do we need to use a condom, pretty boy?”
gihun shakes his head “no, i’m infertile”
that’s all sangwoo needed to hear. “fuck, yes. you’re perfect, gihun.” he pins the boy down on the mattress, on his back, his head on a pillow so he’s looking up at the ceiling with his legs around sangwoo’s waist.
he feels like he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get inside him, so he aligns his cock with gihun’s pussy and gets inside. he starts fucking him hard.
if gihun was loud when he was just using tongue, he’s completely lost it now. he closes his eyes and squeezes the older one’s shoulders but that doesn’t stop him from moaning loud. “i’m close… fuck… sangwoo… i’m so close…”
sangwoo doesn’t even care about being quiet himself anymore. he kisses the younger one’s neck and leaves a huge mark.
gihun moans, nods and just looks at sangwoo with teary eyes, the sound of their bodies slamming against each other drives him closer to the edge. he just can’t shut his mouth, the only things coming out of it are loud moans that let the older one know how good it feels.
sangwoo is close too, but he doesn’t want to finish yet. he wants this to last. he wants to keep enjoying the tight, warm feeling of the younger.
but when gihun’s legs start shaking and he reaches the orgasm, the sight of him coming is enough to push sangwoo over the edge.
he cums inside of gihun’s pussy, then he pulls out and leans towards the younger’s face to get a good look at him. he leaves a soft kiss on his forehead.
gihun looks into his eyes innocent and breathless. he explores the older’s face with his eyes and hands “sangwoo…”
there’s something about the way the boy says his name that makes him weak. he plants another kiss on his forehead and gently pushes his hair away. “what is it, pretty?”
“you fucked me so good.”
he’s surprised at the boy’s straightforwardness. he can’t hold back a smirk, he knew the boy was just desperate to get filled but hearing it from his pretty mouth is still so rewarding. “i want to see you again gihun.”
“then find a way to come over more.” gihun says playing with his own hair.