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Hyuntak had a secret.
A 185 cm, broad shouldered, cigarette smoking secret.
Geum Seongje.
He didn’t mean for it to be a recurring thing. He really didn’t. But seeking out Seongje for fights was the best way to let out all the anger that buried itself deep, a constant burn searing under his ribs.
Seongje is a wild card. Hyuntak knew that from the start, that’s why it was so easy to give in to seeking him out for fights. Seongje seemed to enjoy it when Hyuntak found him. Either it was waiting across from the bowling alley for when Seongje needed a smoke break or Seongje’s favorite, when Hyuntak would waltz his way into the PC Bang without a care in the world. He’d sometimes be quick to anger and demand they go outside to a dark alley, and Seongje would follow him out, a lazy smirk and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Other times Hyuntak would just slump into the chair next to him and watch whatever game he was playing for the night. This went on for weeks. So, Seongje found himself teasing the smaller more and more when they saw each other. He liked the fire in Hyuntak’s eyes when he did, the furrow of his brows, the clench of his jaw and the way he pressed his lips into a thin line to stop the curl of the edges.
It was one of those nights. One that Hyuntak found himself seeking out the very source of the bruises that covered his body, some fading and some fresh. Tonight felt different though, he couldn’t put a name to the feeling he had burrowing itself deep in his gut.
Still he opened his phone, thumbs found the contact with ease, like it was muscle memory now. Pressing the call button before he had a chance to overthink.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. It rang until it went to voicemail.
Odd. Seongje always picks up his calls after 3 rings. He called again.
Ring, ring. Sent to voicemail.
Hyuntak scoffed. “Oh, so now he’s ignoring me… piece of shit.”
Ring, ri–. he huffed out an angry breath. “Fucker.”
There was a 50/50 chance of knowing where Seongje was. Either the bowling alley or the PC Bang. Hyuntak wondered if Baekjin sent Seongje on a job tonight. It was 11pm, but he knows how Baekjin is. Taking a deep breath, he hit the call button again, feet already moving towards where he thought the taller was, gritting his teeth when the call went to voicemail again. Hyuntak already had pent up stress that he wanted to get out of him by swinging his fists and spinning his feet, so having Seongje ignoring his calls made him even more on edge.
Jaw clenched, Hyuntak pushed through the glass door lit up by a blinking neon sign. The air smelt stale, of cigarette smoke and sweat. Hyuntak’s feet carried the way up the stairs and towards the row of pc’s tucked in the corner, out of sight of the main traffic that the cafe gets. He heard him before he saw him. Hyuntak knows that laugh anywhere. He can easily picture the gummy smile that comes along with that laugh. And sure enough, there he is. Leaning back in his chair, gummy smile shifting into a lazy smirk. He crossed the distance between them in fast strides. Anger buzzing off his skin, eyes showing the fury he felt coiling up into his throat. When he reached the taller, his hand found the back of the chair and swung it around harshly causing Seongje’s knees to bang on the side of the desk, an annoyed tut came from the taller’s lips.
“Now who the fuck wants to die.” Seongje grimaced as he let the chair spin around to face the cause of the disturbance.
He was surprised to see his playmate standing in front of him. Drifting his gaze slowly up to the smaller’s face, taking in how his chest was rising and falling shallowly, balled fists hanging at his sides and the clench of his jaw. Seongje met his eyes, chuckling when he saw the fire brewing in them.Uh oh, someone seems angry.
“Aw, is the princess angry?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Hyuntak’s gaze flickered away for a split second when Seongje called him that name. It wasn’t new. He has called him it before, but each time it makes something in his gut lurch uninvitedly. Returning his sight to Seongje’s gaze once again, he stared daggers into the broad frame in front of him. “Oh fuck off. Why didn’t you answer me?”
“Did you miss me that much?” Seongje smirked. “I didn’t think ignoring your calls would make you come running to find me like a lost puppy.”
His breath caught in his throat, brows furrowing more than they already were, he let his gaze drop away from the dark eyes staring at him through glass lenses. His stomach doing flips as heat prickled up his skin. The only light in the dark room came from the row of screens and neon signs that hung on the walls. He hoped Seongje wouldn’t see the blush adorning his cheeks.
“Interesting..”, Seongje chuckled to himself upon seeing the slight flush on top of Hyuntak’s ears. Seongje lazily stretched out of the chair and planted himself in front of the smaller’s frame. The sudden movement made Hyuntak snap his gaze up to lock on to Seongje’s tall frame, slight surprise showing in his eyes, a little huff of air coming out of his pouted lips.
“My, my, my. What do we have here? Is the little puppy getting shy?” Seongje teased, head tilting to the side.
“S--shut the fuck up, answer my question you bastard.” He stuttered, holding the taller’s gaze, while unconsciously taking a step back.
Shrugging his broad shoulders, “I was in the middle of a ranked game.” Seongje said while stretching to his full height, hand digging into his pocket, boney fingers finding the crumpled pack of cigarettes with ease, pulling one from the pack and putting it in between his lips.
Hyuntak huffed out a frustrated sigh, lips forming into a deeper pout. “Well now you can’t ignore me.” grabbing Seongje’s wrist, he spun around on his feet dragging the taller towards the exit. Ignoring the jump in his heartbeat when his hand made contact with Seongje’s clothed wrist. The taller let himself be dragged by Hyuntak, curiosity picking at his mind.
The cold air slapped Hyuntak’s flushed face as he pushed open the glass door. With warm fingers still wrapped around Seongje’s wrist he dragged them into the familiar dark alley.
Seongje cleared his throat. “You want to hold my hand next?” he teased, gaze drifting down to Hyuntak’s fingers wrapped around his wrist.
Hyuntak immediately dropped his hold and backed away against the wall, creating distance between him and the brooding figure in front of him. “In your dreams, asshole.” he scoffed. Eyes flicking away, the flush on his ears started to heat up more. He leaned his back against the alley wall, arms crossing over his chest.
Seongje only hummed in response while producing a lighter from his pocket. Lighting the cigarette in between his lips with ease, as if his hands moved without him telling them to. He took a deep inhale, letting the smoke curl down his throat and burn his lungs. Seongje let his gaze drift up and down the figure in front of him. He never got a good look at Go Hyuntak before, usually the fists and kicks preoccupy the time they were together. Hyuntak was about the same height as him, although he has at least 2 inches on him. But, now that he is really looking at the boy in front of him, he can tell that Hyuntak is smaller than him by a bit. Slender shoulders, smaller waist, but thicker legs. More muscle, which makes sense because the boy did taekwondo for so long before Baekjin crushed that dream. Seongje wonders what his scar looks like. He hadn’t known Baekjin when he broke Hyuntak’s knee. Seongje took a step closer to the smaller frame that was leaning against the wall, so he can see Hyuntak’s facial features better. Letting his eyes wander across the boy’s face, the sharp jawline, full lips that were formed into a pout, eyebrows that were drawn into a furrow, but not as angry, now with a hint of confusion. 'Cute', Seongje thought. His gaze flickers to Hyuntak’s eyes to already find the brown orbs staring at him.
“Why are you staring like a fucking creep?” Hyuntak says with anger laced in his tone, but it lacked the bite.
Seongje just shrugs as he stepped forward until their shoes were touching. “Never really got a good look at you before.” A beat. “You’re pretty.”
Hyuntak inhaled sharply, caught in surprise. Sure, he has been called handsome and cute before, but never pretty that was new. So, the usual annoyed words fell short on his tongue, caught in his throat. He felt the heat prickling his skin, creeping its way up his neck. There is no way Seongje isn’t going to notice the pink tint across his cheeks, not when they are closer and the street lamp is shining right above him. Swallowing harshly, his heartbeat picked up the pace as he shifted his weight uncomfortably, off of his bad knee. “Wh-w-what the fuck are you talking about you creep.” voice betraying him once again, coming out as a low murmur. Letting his eyes fall so he is no longer holding the taller’s gaze, feeling too exposed by it.
A low hum came from the broad frame in front of him. Dark eyes hidden behind the glare of glass lenses, bore into his face. Seongje reached up to the cigarette dangling on his lips, drawing one last inhale and flicking it to the ground near his shoe to stub it out with the sole. Leaning in closer towards Hyuntak, he parted his lips to begin asking him what he wanted, but dark eyes caught something on the smaller’s face he hadn’t noticed earlier.
His hand moved before he could realize what he was doing. “You have a scar.” Seongje whispered, as he lightly brushed his fingertips against the bridge of Hyuntak’s nose.
Everything stopped for Hyuntak the moment he felt a cold touch on his skin. He forgot how to breathe. The cold, boney fingertips barely made contact against the bridge of Hyuntak’s nose before his hands moved to grip Seongje’s wrist, halting the movement. Struggling to get the words out, chest heaving with deep, swallow breaths. The light tint of pink across his cheeks are now fully crimson. No one has ever touched Hyuntak like this, not even Baku, his best friend since childhood. He swallowed thickly, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Don’t fucking touch me.” It came out small, barely a whisper. He wasn’t even sure Seongje heard him, but when he lifted his gaze to meet the stare of dark pools of brown his question got answered. He wasn’t sure what flickered in those dark eyes before it was gone. Whatever it was, made his gut lurch and a searing shiver run up his spine.
Shaking Hyuntak’s grip off with ease, he let his hand hover for a second before dropping it to his side. “I never knew you had a scar.” Seongje said calmly, lacking the usual teasing tone.
He can see how Hyuntak responded to the touch.The smaller didn’t pull away from it, but flinched when his fingertips made contact with his skin. Like he got burned from his touch. Seongje took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side. “You look like a tomato.”
Hyuntak looked away sheepishly, feeling embarrassed under the taller’s piercing gaze. He's denied it for a week or so now, the fact that he found Seongje attractive. Knowingly letting his eyes focus on the facial features of the taller, unconsciously trying to burn them into his memory. Hyuntak must’ve been staring for longer than he thought because now Seongje was leaning down so that he was face to face with him. The smell of cigarettes snapped him out of the trance, startled.
“Helloooo? Now look who is staring like a creep.” Seongje emphasized the syllables slowly, to mock the smaller.
Hyuntak let out a small hum, shaking his head out of his thoughts. Backing up to only realize that he was already fully flush against the wall. Seongje was closer than he remembered. So close that their breaths mixed. The heat of Hyuntak’s fast, ragged breaths and the shallow chuckle that came from Seongje’s mouth when he saw how the smaller’s chest rose and fell.
Seongje reached his hand up, stopping near the side of Hyuntak’s head. “Can I touch it again?”
Gasping in shock at Seongje’s words, he held his breath as he stared into the piercing gaze that was boring right into him. Seeing the intensity of the dark orbs even through the slight glare of glass lenses that sat atop a sharp, slender nose. His body felt hot, too hot for how chilly the night was. He shuddered, a shiver sounding through his body, finding home at the warmth gathering at the base of his spine. Hyuntak isn’t sure how long they have been in the alley, it could’ve been a few minutes or a few hours. Time seemed to have stopped since those words dripped out into the tense air between them. He could only nod shyly in response to the heavy question.
Closing the distance, Seongje let his finger tips brush Hyuntak’s scar lightly before pulling back, searching the brown orbs for any protest. Finding none, he returned the touch to the smaller’s nose, this time pressing down, letting his cold finger tips drag along the small scar. Hyuntak took his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to contain the noise bubbling in his throat.
Did Seongje feel the heat too? The electric pull of tension in the air between them?
“It’s soft..” Seongje said quietly, almost in disbelief. Curiosity filled his eyes. He rubbed his finger tips along the scar once more before tracing the bridge of the boy’s nose down to the tip, letting it fall lower to feel the slightly parted lips below. He shouldn’t have done it, but he did anyway. And the reward for his action was sweet to his ears.
Hyuntak let out the smallest, softest whimper. Lips trembling beneath Seongje’s cold finger tips. The soft, vulnerable noise woke something deep within Seongje.
It happened so fast. Faster than either of them had time to process it.
Seongje hurriedly cupped Hyuntak’s jaw within his hands, palms cold against flushed skin. Surging his face forward before he could second guess his actions, Seongje closed the gap between them as their noses brushed. Hyuntak’s eyes widened in surprise, letting out a small huff of hot air into the taller’s mouth causing Seongje to pull back slightly chuckling, warm breath still mingling together. Smirking as his dark eyes locked onto Hyuntak’s startled brown orbs. The smaller tried to say something, but was cut off when Seongje closed the distance between them again. Although, this time was different, more hungry. Seongje’s cold hands slipped from Hyuntak’s jaw to the nape of his neck, letting his fingers lace themself between the soft, dark hair, the other finding its way to Hyuntak’s clothed hip. Hyuntak weakly pushed at the taller’s broad chest in protest, balling his fists in the material of Seongje’s windbreaker. Seongje slotted his top lip against Hyuntak’s bottom lip. Bitting down, he gained a whimper from the smaller boy’s mouth, which was hungrily swallowed as he slid his tongue along the plump lip and into the smaller's mouth. He let his tongue explore everything and anything he could reach, enjoying the noises that were escaping Hyuntak’s throat. Bodies pressed together tightly, Seongje crowded Hyuntak tightly against the wall. Hands found rest on a slim waist, while Hyuntak’s arms encircled his neck, playfully pulling at the dark locks, causing a deep groan from Seongje's throat, sounding against hot, spit slicked lips. They pulled their hungry mouths away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting their swollen lips.
“Fuck.” Seongje breathed in deeply, chest heaving.
Hyuntak whined at the loss of heat while he pulled at the locks of hair his fingers were tangled in, trying to pull the taller closer again.
“One kiss and you've turned into a greedy puppy.” Seongje chuckled, low and teasing.
But that broke Hyuntak.
Pulling Seongje forward, he let out a loud whine when their lips connected again. Hot and messy, tongues fought and teeth clashed, both fighting for dominance. Seongje’s hands slid down to Hyuntak’s hips, fingertips teased their way under the hem of his sweatshirt. Making the smaller boy let out another whine, it sent shivers down his spine, heat starting to prickle his sweat slick skin. Seongje's hands snaked fully under the safe layer of the hoodie and onto burning hot skin. Soft and toned met, cold and boney. Hyuntak moaned loudly into Seongje’s mouth at the contact, making the taller pull back from the kiss to look down at the boy in front of him. Hyuntak had a dazed look in his eyes, plump lips were swollen and shiny with spit, slightly trembling as he took small, shallow breaths. Eyebrows knit together in confusion, like he didn’t think that a sound that, erotic came from his own body. Looking away from Seongje’s gaze, he quickly tried to hide his shame.
Seongje tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. “Nuh uh uh. Don’t look away.” He said in a low, teasing tone as he grabbed the smaller’s chin with one hand, fingers curling around his jawline and slightly squishing his cheeks up. Hyuntak tried to shake away from the grip, but Seongje just pressed closer, knee pushing between Hyuntak’s legs to nest in the middle of his toned thighs.
“Look at me, pup.” Seongje said as he leaned his face closer to Hyuntak’s, warm breath fanning over his features.
Hyuntak whimpered quietly as he looked up to meet Seongje’s eyes. What once were, honey brown pools were now swallowed by dark pupils, blown wide. He leaned in to press a kiss to Hyuntak’s scar on his nose. Traveling down to return to the swollen ones that fit perfect against his own. But, a short kiss turned into wet open mouthed kisses along the smaller’s jawline, moving down his neck to nibble on the warm skin. Hyuntak let out another delicious moan, sounding right against Seongje's ear causing him to rut into Hyuntak's plush thigh. Seongje’s kisses turned into bites, flushed skin started to bloom red with teeth marks. Hyuntak was a mess, Seongje could tell without even looking at him fully. Seongje had him harshly pressed against the wall, stuck between hard brick and his sturdy chest. Hyuntak’s hands were curled into Seongje’s windbreaker once again, sweet little whimpers and whines coming from plump, pouty lips. He started to unconsciously press his weight down against Seongje’s thigh, barely about to roll down before both of them snapped out of their moment.
Ring, ring, ring, ring. Hyuntak’s phone was going off.
Hyuntak sighed as he pressed his head back against the hard wall, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Seongje only stirring for a second before his hot mouth was against his skin again, lips sucking on one of the many fresh bruises forming on the smaller’s neck. Trembling hands pushed at a broad chest trying to push Seongje off, who didn’t budge an inch, while he dropped one hand from the taller’s chest to fish his phone out of his sweats pocket. Bringing the phone up into his view, he could see who was calling.
His best friend. Baku. Park Humin.
“Oh fuck off, Baku… not now.” Hyuntak groaned in desperation.
Seongje stilled his movements at the mention of that name as leaned up to whisper into Hyuntak’s ear. “Answer it.” It was soft, but a demanding tone.
“He probably just wants to tell me something stupid. It's not important right now.” he whined at the feeling from the heat of Seongje’s breath on his ear.
The taller tuting his tongue. “Nuh uh. Bad puppy. Call him back, unless you want me to stop.”
Hyuntak sighed deeply, he really didn't want Seongje to stop.
Baku answered after the second ring.
“Gogo!! Why didn't you respond?! Did you forget I was coming over after I finished work?” Baku says loudly, like Hyuntak wasn’t going to be able to hear him over the phone.
Ugh. He did forget. He agreed to it this morning before he got into a bad mood.
“Crap, Baku. I did for-” words getting cut short by a gasp of surprise.
Seongje started kissing his neck again, softly sucking another bruise into the skin. Hyuntak pushed at the taller's chest, trying to wiggle out of his hold.
“Gogo…? You okay?” Baku questioned, sounding slightly confused.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I put too much weight on my knee.” Hyuntak said while biting down another noise that threatened to escape his throat. A throat that was now being bitten all over by a maniac.
“Aw, are you alright Gogo? Don’t push yourself too much.” Baku’s voice was now laced with concern.
“I know, you dumb monkey.”
Baku laughed, “Can I still come over? I’m about to finish up my shift in 30 minutes.”
Hyuntak inhaled sharply when Seongje’s breath fanned across the shell of his ear, taking it between his teeth and biting down on the soft flesh. A soft whimper escaped his lips before he could stop it, cursing himself and the asshole of a tall figure currently crowding him against the wall.
“Ye-y-yeah, Baku. You can still come over.” through shaky breaths as Seongje’s hands started exploring again under his sweatshirt. Once cold hands now warm, lay on his waist, fingers tracing circles against his back. Seongje licked behind Hyuntak’s ear.
Seongje pushed his leg further up between Hyuntak’s thighs, pressing it against the smaller’s straining length. Hyuntak almost lost it. He shoved his head back against the wall and bit down on his bottom lip. Hyuntak’s palm now frantically pressing against Seongje’s chest, silently pleading with him to stop. Panicked eyes met Seongje's dark gaze as he twisted his face towards him.
"Stop." he mouthed.
Seongje only shook his head as he leaned in to press hot kisses along Hyuntak's jaw. Before Hyuntak could shake his head away from the assault, Baku’s voice bled through the phone speaker.
“Gogo? Are you there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’m here. Baku just let yourself in when you come by, I'll be in my room.”
“Okay my Gogo, I’ll see you soon!”
Hyuntak only hummed in response before hanging up the phone.
Hyuntak didn’t want to know how Seongje knew where he lived. It made sense, but he still found it unsettling. That same feeling lurched in his gut again… They made it to his door, Seongje close behind him, one hand pressed to the small of his back. Everywhere Seongje touched it burned, igniting a fire on his skin. Hyuntak closed the door behind them softly, slipping his shoes off and replacing them with slippers. This was the first time someone other than Baku was in his apartment. It is odd. Seongje looks like a foreign object, like he isn’t meant to be here. Although, the taller kicked off his shoes with no care, and slipped the house slippers on like he belonged here. Seongje was quick to make his way around Hyuntak’s apartment, stopping to look at everything.
Hyuntak cleared his throat from behind the taller, where he had been watching him.
Seongje looked at Hyuntak. "Got something to say, pretty?"
“I'm going to wash up. Don't fucking touch anything." Hyuntak huffed out while spinning around on his feet.
Seongje chuckled, a gummy smile forming on his lips. “Not going to ask if I want to join? And here I thought we were getting closer. ”
"Shut the fuck up you bastard!" Hyuntak yelled over his shoulder as he made his way deeper into the apartment.
The tension in the air was heavy with lust. Hyuntak doesn’t know how they got into this position, one minute he was waiting for Seongje and then the next he was straddling his lap with the taller’s tongue exploring his mouth. Not that Hyuntak’s complaining, he is rather enjoying this, so much so to the point he didn’t hear the front door code being typed in and the door swinging open.
It was 1am when Baku made it to Hyuntak’s door. He had been a bit late, so he could stop by his place to wash up. Unfortunately, the smell of chicken was embedded in his clothes and skin, so he thought he would spare his best friend’s nose. He also happened to pass by a convenience store, so he grabbed them some snacks and soju. He effortlessly punched in the code and swung the door open. Hyuntak’s apartment was quiet. Sliding off his shoes, he looked down to see his usual pair of house slippers missing and a foreign pair of sneakers in their place. He was confused, did Hyuntak have someone over?
Baku almost passed out from the sight he walked into.
Hyuntak was on top of a man’s lap, back pressed against his chest, the man’s face buried in his neck. But, that wasn’t what caught Baku’s gaze. No, what made him choke on his breath was the fact that Hyuntak was exposed. The smaller had no pants on, toned, bare thighs pressed against rough track pants, his hoodie balled up under his armpits, leaving his chest on display. The man’s hands were holding Hyuntak down, one on top of his thigh and the other sprawled across his stomach. Baku could see the tent in Hyuntak’s boxers from here. “Fuck. Gogo….” Baku whispered, seemingly to himself but unaware that his presence had already been noticed by the man behind Hyuntak, because when he looked towards the sofa again he was met with a dark pair of eyes sitting behind square glasses.
Geum Seongje.
That snapped Baku out of the trance of seeing his best friend so exposed. He stormed towards them, stopping right in front of Hyuntak’s spread legs.
“Gogo, what the fuck is this?!” Baku yelled, voice booming in the quiet of the room.
Hyuntak’s eyes shot open to find his best friend standing in front of him looking down on him with a clenched jaw.
“Baku…!?” Hyuntak breathed out in a startled gasp. “What are you doing here?” Seongje’s lips found Hyuntak’s ear. “Silly puppy, don’t you remember? You told him to come over.” Hyuntak shivered back into Seongje’s chest as he found his best friend's gaze, dropping it immediately out of shame of the position he is in.
“Baku-yah..don’t look at me..” Hyuntak whined as Seongje’s hand found his throat to tilt his head back so the taller could slot their lips together. Hyuntak let out a shaky moan as Seongje devoured his mouth with deep hunger, biting and sucking on the smaller’s plump lips.
All Baku could do was stare down at his best friend. Go Hyuntak. Gotak. Gogo. His Gogo.
Baku reached forward and grabbed Hyuntak’s chin between his long fingers, palm stretching over his upper throat. He yanked him forward away from Seongje’s mouth, Hyuntak let out a soft and needy whine at the loss of contact. Seongje just chuckled as he settled himself back against the sofa, pushing Hyuntak’s hips down to roll over his hard length, earning a moan from the smaller. Baku snapped. He bent forward and connected his mouth against Hyuntak’s. It was rough, sloppy, with teeth clashing. Baku swallowed all the noises that fell from the smaller’s sweet, hot mouth.
“Greedy fucking mutt.” Seongje growled deeply into Hyuntak’s ear, as he rutted up against the smaller's ass. “It took you long enough, meat head. The pretty boy was getting restless.” Seongje murmured as his hands roamed around Hyuntak’s heated body.
Baku groaned into Hyuntak’s mouth. The light taste of Seongje’s cigarettes on his tongue. He pulled away to look down at Hyuntak. He looked so dazed, brown orbs glassed over, lips swollen and wet, dark bruises and bites covering his neck and collarbones.
Go Hyuntak was indeed a pretty boy. This will be the one and only time he agrees with Geum Seongje.
Baku kneeled between Seongje and Hyuntak’s spread legs, big, warm hands coming to rest atop Hyuntak’s bare thighs. Giving the soft, toned skin a light squeeze. Hyuntak placed his hands on Baku’s broad shoulders, pulling him forward as he let out a shaky breath. Hyuntak leaned back against the sturdy chest pressed up against him, angling his head so he could look at Seongje’s face. Hands still holding on to Baku’s shoulders, dragging him more up so Baku has his elbows pressed against his thighs, warm breath hitting his chest. Pleading eyes looked into a dark, lustful gaze. Hyuntak pressed sloppy kisses against Seongje’s jaw making him chuckle as he locked eyes with Baku between their spread legs.
“Hey, muscle head, do something instead of just staring at the pretty boy in front of you. Take off his sweatshirt." winking at Baku before he manhandled Hyuntak up to stand, fingers hooking into the band of his boxers. As Seongje leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Hyuntak’s back, Baku nibbled at the skin of his toned stomach, which earned a loud whine from the smaller.
“Pup? Can I pull these down?” Seongje murmured against hot skin as he bit into Hyuntak’s side.
Hyuntak mumbled and nodded his head, hands finding Baku’s hair, tugging so he looked up at him.
“Use your words.” Seongje demanded as he sucked a bruise where he just bit.
“Yes, Hyung.” Hyuntak panted from the overwhelming feeling of being sandwiched between two walls of broad muscle. Seongje growled against Hyuntak’s back as he pushed his boxers down his hips in one motion, pooling at the smaller’s knees. Seongje heard Baku take a shaky breath. Taking a handful of Hyuntak’s ass before he manhandled him back to sit on his lap, placing him directly on top of his hard cock.
Baku was too stunned at the sight in front of him to realize that Seongje had Hyuntak on his lap again. His Gogo was stunning. Thick, muscular thighs, but still soft to the touch. His gaze drifted to Hyuntak’s leaking cock in front of him. Slapped against his lower stomach, twitching every time Seongje bit and licked at the smaller’s neck. Still on his knees in between 2 sets of legs, he scooted closer so he could snake his strong arms up the side of Hyuntak’s legs, brushing over Seongje’s hands that lay on the smaller’s hips. Leaning forward to hook his hands in the sweatshirt that still covered the small boy’s frame. He tugged once, growling a low, raspy command. “Off. Now.” Hyuntak didn’t hesitate and quickly obeyed, pulling the sweatshirt over his body, tossing it somewhere in the room.
Now Hyuntak was even more exposed in front of his best friend while sitting on the lap of his enemy. Fuck. How did he end up here?
It was Seongje that touched him first, teasing hands swept over his stomach and thighs until his hands found the source of Hyuntak’s need. Long, boney fingers wrapped around the base of the smaller's leaking cock, testing the waters. Hyuntak almost lost it from that alone, bucking his hips up into the ghost of Seongje’s hand that left faster than it came. Seongje dragged his fingertips along Hyuntak’s flushed length, slow and teasing. Hyuntak shuddered at the soft, feather light movement. Lifting his open palm to Hyuntak’s mouth. “Spit, greedy mutt.” Hyuntak complied at a quick pace, to overwhelmed with lust to notice Seongje's degrading words. Seongje’s now spit slicked hand wrapped itself around the smaller’s length, stroking from base to tip. He kept a slow and teasing pace, stopping to wipe a thumb over the bead of precum to add to the spit already covering the flushed, twitching cock.
The sound of shuffling in front of Hyuntak tore his gaze from what was happening between his legs, to the source of the sound in front of him. Baku was taking off his shirt. Tan, muscular skin now on full display, broad shoulders that rose fast as his hands started to push his sweatpants down, leaving his best friend’s straining length on display. Hyuntak swallowed thickly, as he took in the sight in front of him. He reached out and let his shaky palms rest on Baku’s hips, warm fingers curling into the band of tight boxers, ever so slightly tugging his best friend towards himself.
“Come here big boy…” Hyuntak said through heavy, deep breaths. Baku stepped forward with the guidance of Hyunyak’s pull, nestling himself even tighter between Hyuntak and Seongje’s spread legs.
“Fuck Hyuntak-ah…” Baku breathlessly mumbled, letting his gaze fall to the smaller frame below him.
As warm boney, strong hands explored his body and teased his twitching cock, Hyuntak looked up through teary eyes. Letting his gaze trace over the plain of taught muscle in front of him. Following the curve of tan skin down the v line of strong hips, further down...
Hyuntak sucked in a breath. “Fuck…...” a whimper spilling out of swollen lips. His best friend is big.
Baku’s hands shifted to Hyuntak’s hair as the smaller teased his fingers further into the waistband of his boxers. The tension in the air was electric between them. Silence filled with sloppy wet sounds and soft whines. Hyuntak’s body was on fire, in between two walls of broad muscle. Seongje’s teasing hands roamed over his body, exploring every inch of heated, soft skin. As Hyuntak pulled Baku even closer towards them, Seongje fingers rolled and pinched at Hyuntak’s nipple.
“Mm–mph fu-ck.” Hyuntak moaned, “You fucking pervert.”
Earning a dark chuckle from the man behind him whose hands continued the assault on his body, Hyuntak lifted his palm to tease at Baku’s straining cock. Baku hissed at the contact, tightening the grip he had in the smaller’s hair. Hyuntak leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the taller's cock. Letting his breath fan over it as he pressed open mouth kisses teasingly over the tight fabric. Shaky fingers pulled at the waistband, shimmying it down tanned hips. Hyuntak gulped as the flushed cock slapped free, standing proud and leaking precum in front of him.