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Beomgyu clutched the straps of his backpack tighter, taking a deep inhale before stepping forward. The air conditioner made a contrast in the blazing heat outside. Beomgyu looked around, eyes gleaming at the high ceilings and chandeliers that decorated it further.
He walked around the main lounge, parents hugging their children and wiping their tears. Students dragging heavy luggage while reading the overhead map showing campus. Beomgyu spotted a head of blond hair. He was tall and surrounded by friends and Beomgyu knew he would be friendly. Doe-like eyes squinting into half moons as he laughed.
“Hi! I’m Beomgyu. Choi. Choi Beomgyu. I thought you looked kind so i wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to be friends? It’s my first day here and-“ A hand raised. “Listen, Beomgyu. Not interested. Keep walking, yeah?” The blond speaks. His voice deep and breathy. Beomgyu gawks at him. The blond’s friends laugh, dramatic and obnoxiously.
The laughter swells around him. Beomgyu blinks once. Twice. “Wow.” He says slowly. “Are you always this bitchy or is today just a bad day?” A few of the laughs die mid-breath. Beomgyu adjusts the strap of his backpack, still smiling. “You were wayyy prettier when you were laughing.” The blond stiffens. Beomgyu doesn’t wait for a response. He steps forward, brushing past him close enough to feel the linger of the air conditioning and something warmer underneath it. “See you around.” Beomgyu adds lightly. His sneakers squeaking against the waxed and polished floor as everyone sits in the thick silence that follows.
The lecture hall is half full when Beomgyu walks in. He pauses at the doorway and there he is. Blond hair. Broad shoulders. Slouched against the chair like he owns the place. Two of the friends from earlier sat beside him. Beomgyu smiles to himself. He walks up the steps casually, scanning the rows like he’s debating options. There are plenty of empty seats.
Beomgyu chooses the seat directly beside him. The chair scrapes and the blond freezes. He dramatically looks to his right. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “Hi again.” Beomgyu rests his chin on his palm. “What’s wrong soobin- Oh.” A friend peers over, a slight smile creeping up his face. “Oh, so that’s your name? It’s pretty.” Beomgyu teases. Still ogling Soobin as he tells his friend off.
“Are you—“ Soobin looks around, slightly frightened. “Are you following me? I don’t have any money– Well I do, but, I won’t give you any!” Beomgyu gasps softly. “Following you? Please.” He leans forward slightly. “I might be into guys but you are farrr from my type. It’s called a coincidence, bunny.” The friend beside Soobin stifles a laugh.
“Coincidence? My ass. You’re a total stalker.” Soobin’s jaw tightens, running a hand through his hair as he slumps back further. “Mhmm. You’re arrogant and narcissistic but you’re pretty so you get away with it.” Soobin narrows his eyes, “Whatever! Stop hitting on me.” Beomgyu corrects. “It’s a flirting tactic, doll.” There’s a flicker again, the same flicker from earlier. Annoyance layered over something warmer.
The professor walks in, cutting off whatever comeback Soobin had planned. As notebooks open and laptop click on, Beomgyu leans back in his seat, satisfied. A few minutes into the lecture, he taps the blond on his shoulder, stifling a laugh as Soobin flinches and recoils. “What?” Soobin mutters under his breath.
“Do you just have a natural snarl on your face? C’mon, smile for me.” Beomgyu teases, “I only smile when i’m offered money.” Soobin replies. “Don’t they call you prostitutes?” Beomgyu whispers, tapping a finger to his chin as if lost in thought. “I- What?” Soobin goes wide-eyed, scoffing and clicking his tongue. “Listen, you frea-“ A loud thud emitting from the professors podium frightens the two.
“Are you two listening?” The professors booming voice echoing through the lecture hall. “Sorry.” The two mumble under their breaths, somewhat embarrassed and biting back smiles. The lecture moves rather fast after that. Formulas spill across the board, the professor barely pauses between slides. A hand goes up beside Soobin. “Wouldn’t that only apply if the variable assumes constant conditions? Otherwise the margin of error would compound.”
“Excellent, Beomgyu! Most students miss that.” The professor smiles, marking it on the board. A few heads turn and some clap at the intelligence. Soobin’s grip on the pen tightens. Beomgyu doesn’t glance over at him, scribbling down notes and pushing his glasses further up his nose as he glances back and forth between the board and the notebook.
The professor assigns a short paired worksheet. “Just do it with whoever’s to your right.” Soobin groans into his hands, pushing his glasses up to his hair. “Just do it yourself and i’ll do it with Seunghan.” Soobin says, avoiding eye contact with the brunette, “Why? Fate clearly wants us to bond.” Beomgyu mocks. “Whatever. Show me.” Soobin turns his body to his right, shoulder brushing against Beomgyus.
Beomgyu scans the first question, jotting something down quickly. Soobin watches for a second. “That’s wrong.” Beomgyu’s pen pauses. He looks up slowly. “Excuse me?” Scoffing, a smile creeping up his face. “You switched the order. If you solve it like that, your final values off.” Beomgyu leans back slightly, eyes narrowing. “What would you know?”
Soobin laughs, “‘What would i know?’” he shakes his head. “Did you even bother checking the entrance exam scores?” The ego in his voice loud. “I was the top scorer. Were you there for the orientation? I was given a certificate and medal for it cause it’s impossible to achieve.” Soobin finishes, voice smug and taunting. “Wow. Okay.” Beomgyu looks down at the work, leaning forward and moving to the next question.
“T-That’s it? Didn’t you hear? I was top scorer.” Soobin teases, waiting to something bigger. A comeback. Anything. “I heard. You’re narcissistic cause you’re pretty and scored high on an entrance exam. If that’s the standard, I could’ve been considered a narcissist since highschool. Daddy paying for your grades isn’t an achievement bunny.” Beomgyu shrugs lightly. Soobin gawks at him, ego faltering as his shoulders drop. “You can do the next question.” He mutters quietly, turning away from Beomgyu. Beomgyu glances over, guilty about possibly hurting the blond. He chooses not to when he sees Soobin’s ears bright red. His brows knit together. That’s not what embarrassment usually looks like.
The music is already too loud when Beomgyu pushes through the front door. Taehyun’s house is packed. Taehyun is a friend he made through a shared computer science class after his first week. Taehyun begged Beomgyu to show up to a freshmen gathering he was hosting. Beomgyu wasn’t sure if he wanted to go but Taehyun’s persistence made him feel inclined to go.
Bodies pressed shoulder-to-shoulder in the living room, someome shouting over the bass while another person nearly spills their drink on Beomgyu’s sleeve. The air smells like cheap alcohol and something burnt in the kitchen. Beomgyu is barely 3 steps into the house and he already regrets coming.
Beomgyu clicks his tongue for every shove he gets from party-goer’s who lack social awareness. That is until his eyes land on a familiar head of blond hair. Soobin is across the room, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter like he owns the place, a red cup dangling from his fingers. His blond hair is messy, presumably from people running their hands through it and his glasses sit perfectly at the tip of his nose. He’s laughing with someone, nudging them with his elbow as his eyes squint further.
Beomgyu doesn’t think much of it. It’s expected, boys of his kind to be at parties like this. Beomgyu turns his head away from Soobin, luckily the blond didn’t see him. “Hi. Beomgyu? I’m Yeonjun. A friend of Taehyun’s. He pointed you out to me and told me to approach you cause he thinks we’d get along. Shall i get you a drink?” Yeonjun, a bold person with even bolder hair, multiple piercings and tooth gems. Beomgyu’s intrigued. He smiles and gestures for Yeonjun to lead the way.
Beomgyu can tell when Soobin’s noticed him. His eyes are burning holes into the back of Beomgyu’s head. “Oh! Yeonjun hyung!” Beomgyu looks up just in time to see Soobin stopping infront of the couch, his expression lighting up like he’s discovered something delightful. Yeonjun pushes himself off the couch, arms wrapping around Soobin’s torso and waist as he hugs him. “I didn’t even see you here! When’d you arrive?” Soobin says, laughing softly.
“Not too long ago. I haven’t seen you since the orientation after party. Were you avoiding this couch or something?” Yeonjun replies easily, leaning back into the couch cushions. He pats the open spot beside him, urging Soobin to sit. “Maybeee.” Soobin shrugs, smiling. His gaze briefly flickers to Beomgyu before returning his attention to Yeonjun.
“Oh—wait.” Soobin tilts his head slightly, brows furrowing in mock confusion. “Sorry, i’m terrible with names. Who are you again?” Soobin asks politely. Beomgyu scoffs, “Beomgyu. Hi, Soobin.” replying flatly. “Oh, right!” Soobin’s face brightens immediately, like the answer had just unlocked something in his brain. “Beomgyu, of course. Silly me! I’m sooo bad with names.” He laughs, rubbing the back of neck.
Yeonjun chuckles beside Beomgyu. “You two know each other?” Soobin wonders, “Kind of.” he says lightly. Beomgyu doesn’t miss the way Soobin’s eyes linger a second too long. “Well,” Yeonjun continues, gesturing vaguely towards Beomgyu, “I actually noticed him when he first showed up on campus. Long dark hair with strands of blond on a feminine face and a backpack covered in pins.” Soobin’s eyebrows lift. “Oh?” he says, tone curious. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Yeonjun nods. “Hard not to notice him.” Something shifts in Soobin’s expression— small, quick. “Oh, that’s so-“ His hand jerks, the cup tilts. “Oh my god—hyung!” Cold liquid splashes down the front of Yeonjun’s shirt. For a second, everyone freezes, immediately returning to unfinished conversations and drinks. “I’m sooo sorry!” Soobin says, quickly setting the empty cup down and pulling tissues out of the almost empty box. “I’m so sorry hyung! I’m so clumsy, i’ll get you a shirt! I’m sure Taehyun wouldn’t mind you borrowing one.”
Yeonjun looks down, sighing. He pulls the shirt over his head, leaving the wet cloth on the table infront of them. “It’s fine, Soobin. You stay here, i’ll ask Taehyun if he’s okay with letting me shower in his bathroom.” He mutters, standing up and recoiling at the liquid dripping down his pants. Yeonjun glances at Beomgyu, amused, “Don’t let him near anymore drinks.” before walking off towards the stairs.
The space Yeonjun leaves behind suddenly feels a lot quieter. For a second, neither of them moves. Beomgyu watches Yeonjun disappear into the crowd, then slowly turns his head. Soobin’s still sitting there, looking at his nails and chipping at the skin. The corners of Beomgyu’s mouth twitch, “You’re fucking crazy.” he runs a hand through his hair. Soobin blinks. “What?” Beomgyu shakes his head. “That clearly wasn’t an accident. What the fuck is your problem?” Soobin scoffs lightly, scooting closer to Beomgyu. “You think i’d do that to someone on purpose?”
“Yeah. I do. You’re fucking weird.” Beomgyu unknowingly sits closer, eyes locking with the blond. Soobin laughs under his breath, eyes avoiding the others. Beomgyu spots it quickly, under the multicolored lights and rave music, that same blush on Soobin’s ears. The lights flash again, painting Soobin’s face pink and blue and purple in quick bursts. His blond hair is falling into his eyes, lashes casting long shadows over his cheeks. His mouth moves briefly, heart shaped and close to uttering something but falling into a pout instead.
Beomgyu’s chest tightens. Annoying. He tears his eyes away with a click of his tongue. “Seriously,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “What is your problem with me?” Soobin tilts his head slightly. “All youve done since I got here is bother me.” Beomgyu continues, voice rising slightly over the music. “You keep picking fights, saying weird shit, now you’re throwing drinks at people—“ Soobin cuts him off. “I didn’t throw-“ Beomgyu snaps, “You know what I mean. Why won’t you just leave me alone?”
For once, Soobin doesn’t answer right away. The music thunders through the room. People shout somewhere behind them. But between the two of them, it suddenly feels weirdly quiet. Soobin’s jaw tightens. Then he laughs under his breath, running a hand down his face like he’s already regretting what he’s about to say. “Because,” he mutters. Beomgyu frowns. “Because what?” Soobin looks at him properly now. For a moment, something raw flashes across his face, full of emotion. “Everytime I see you, I want to kiss you.”
Beomgyu freezes. Soobin exhales sharply, shaking his head as his thoughts race across his mind. “And I fucking hate it.” The words hang there between them. “You’re fucking insane.” Beomgyu says, almost automatically. “So are you.” Soobin mutters. Their knees are touching. Beomgyu is suddenly painfully aware of how close they are. The bass from the speaker vibrates through the couch. Soobin’s shoulder brushes against his everytime someone bumps into the couch from behind them.
Neither move. Soobin’s eyes flick down for a second, to Beomgyu’s lips— then back up. Beomgyu notices, of course he does. And suddenly, the air feels too heavy. Beomgyu’s stomach twists. He understands Soobin all too well. That restless irritation every time Soobin walks into a room. The way his attention keeps drifting back to him even when he’s trying to ignore him. The weird tension that keeps building every time they argue. It all makes sense.
Beomgyu exhales slowly. He looks at Soobin, hoping to find a way out of this that would be written on his face. His gaze drops, to the blond’s lips. Before he can overthink it— he leans in. The kiss is quick at first, almost like he’s testing the waters. The response is quick, as Beomgyu pulled back, Soobin chased. The second kiss isn’t hesitant at all.
The music is blaring around them, people shouting and laughing somewhere nearby, but, Beomgyu barely notices. He does notice the way Soobin’s hands curl into fists on his lap, the low sound he makes when Beomgyu nips at his lip, the way his glasses sit on his nose. Beomgyu pulls back first, taking a moment to catch his breath and wanting to see the dazed look in Soobin’s eyes. Beomgyu instinctively puts a hand to Soobin’s cheek, his thumb rubbing against the plush skin. Soobin nuzzles into the touch, eyes shutting for a brief second.
Someone bumping into the couch startles both of them enough to pull away. Soobin sits closer, the gap between them not existing anymore. Their thighs are touching, knees brushing against eachother when adjusting. Beomgyu takes the initiative to pull Soobin in again. A hand tangles in the head of blond hair, tugging gently while also being used as an anchor to pull Soobin closer and deepen the kiss.
Beomgyu lets his hands roam. One hand stays tangled in Soobin’s hair, the other cups his jaw. His fingers rub up and down, feeling the plush of the skin and the heat emitting from them. Soobin exhales sharply against his mouth, the sound getting swallowed when Beomgyu tilts his head and kisses him deeper. The couch shifts when Soobin moves closer, his hands laying flat against Beomgyu’s thighs.
Beomgyu pulls away just long enough to drag his mouth down Soobin’s jaw, and Soobin immediately responds, a shaky breath leaving his mouth as Beomgyu presses his lips against Soobin’s neck. The distance between them started to feel unbearable. Without really thinking about it, Soobin shifted forward. One leg slid over Beomgyu as he moved closer, the couch creaking softly under the movement. His balance tipped toward him until he was practically settling in Beomgyu’s lap, their chests brushing against eachother when he leans in.
Beomgyu let out a quiet huff of amusement against his skin but didn’t protest. His hands moved instinctively to Soobin’s hips, steadying him there, thumbs pressing lightly as if testing the new closeness. Soobin squirmed in Beomgyu’s lap, his long limbs folding awkwardly as he let his weight sink into the brunette. For a second, Beomgyu just looks at him. His ears flared red even under the party lighting, the faint blush spread to his neck. His shoulders broad enough to cover whatever commotion was happening behind him. His eyelashes fluttered and his lips were kiss bruised and parted. Beomgyu leaned forward, leaving a small peck on Soobin’s lips. Soobin chased it, his arms wrapping loosely around Beomgyu’s neck.
Their tongues intertwined, tasting the alcohol and getting drunk off of it, off of eachother. Beomgyu fingers pressed lightly into Soobin’s waist, relishing in the tiny sound he makes into Beomgyu’s mouth. “You know,” Beomgyu pulled away, letting his eyes meet Soobin’s. “for someone your size, you’re pretty easy to move around.” he said slowly. Soobin scoffed at that, not trying to hide the obvious pit it put in his stomach.
Beomgyu sat up straighter, holding the blond’s waist as he squirmed in the smaller’s arms. He leaned forward, letting Soobin fall back slightly, his arms snug around Beomgyu’s neck. Beomgyu wraps an arm around the small of the blond’s back, pulling him flush against his chest. “Beomgyu—“ With a say of his name, Beomgyu pushed his hips into the other. The heat building fast. Soobin pushed back, trying to meet the others movements.
Beomgyu eased the ache in his jeans, the denims friction making him groan. Soobin barely moved, letting the brunette rut against him. Beomgyu’s hands squeezed at the blonds sides, his moans falling so closely to Beomgyu’s ears, spurring him to move faster. “Beomgyu—please-“ Soobin groaned, voice trembling between a whine. The friction from each grind sent shivers through them both. Beomgyu’s hand tangled in Soobin’s hair, he tugged hard enough for Soobin to moan and pull away from the brunettes shoulder. The kiss shared between them was sloppy, messy, teeth clashing as the rhythm between the two sped up.
“Fuck— keep going,” Soobin breathed between kisses, every movement soaked in heat and tension. Beomgyu’s hand tightened in Soobin’s hair as the pace between them grew rougher, desperate. Soobin’s breath kept catching against Beomgyu’s mouth, each shaky exhale turning into another soft sound that only pushed Beomgyu further.
Their movements lost any kind of rhythm, turning messy and hurried, the friction building until it felt impossible to slow down. “Soobin—” Beomgyu breathed, the word breaking apart on his tongue. Soobin answered with a sharp inhale and a circle of his hips, his fingers clutching at Beomgyu’s shirt like he needed something to hold onto. Heat pooled in each of their stomachs, the last few movements were uneven and frantic before the tension between them finally snapped. A dark wet patch bloomed on the front of the blond’s jeans. Soobin buried his face against Beomgyu’s shoulder with a muffled whimper, and Beomgyu followed a moment later, the both of them going still as the rush faded.
For a few seconds neither of them moved. The party noise drifted back in slowly, music thumping through the walls, someone laughing too loudly from the kitchen, the clink of bottles. It felt strangely distant compared to the way their chests were still rising and falling against each other. Soobin was the first to lift his head. His ears were bright red, his hair a mess where Beomgyu had grabbed it earlier. “…We should probably move,” he muttered. “You want more? That’s a bit greedy, hyung.” Beomgyu teased, his arms snug around the others waist. “Don’t call me that.” Soobin looked away, trying to ignore the heat pooling in his stomach.
“Why? You wouldn’t stop nagging about how you’re older and I need to use formalities a few days ago.” Beomgyu thrusted his hips forward harshly. Soobin reacted, his fingers curling around Beomgyu’s shoulders. “Just don’t— Can we move please? I see my friends over there.” Soobin begged, eyes meeting the brunettes. “When you beg so nicely, who am I to say no to you?” Soobin crawled off, fixing his posture and tugging on his too-short hoodie to cover up the experience he had on the couch. “There’s a bedroom over there, it’s empty.” Soobin nudged his head towards the door, a few people stood nearby as the blond squeezed past them. Beomgyu followed close by, not close enough for people to think they were together but close enough that he could still smell Soobin’s cologne.
The rust of the door bolts whine as it closes, the sound startling Soobin. As the door clicks shut, Beomgyu’s lips are already on Soobin, one hand reaching for the lock and twisting it till the lock clicks. Soobin’s back is pressed against the door, his leg hoisted up near Beomgyu’s waist. “I don’t think you can carry me-“ Soobin’s word die out on his tongue as he’s lifted up off the floor and he’s suddenly in Beomgyu’s arms. The brunette hands are under the plush of Soobin’s thighs. Soobin’s legs around Beomgyu’s waist. “You could straddle me 10 minutes ago without worrying about being heavy but you wanna be considerate now?” Beomgyu leaves teasing kisses along the blonds face, trailing them down to his collarbones. Soobin tips his head back, his hair sticking up against the wood as he lets Beomgyu suck hickeys into parts of his skin that makes his face flush.
“Hyung, do you let others touch you like this?” Beomgyu whispers, nipping at the blonds ear lobe, making him squirm in response. “Just- once.” Soobin breathes out, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as Beomgyu leaves pecks down his chest, dangerously close to his nipples. “Can I take a guess?” Beomgyu asks, a quick nod as his lips brush against Soobin’s nipples through his shirt. “Is it Yeonjun hyung? Did you let him fuck you?” Beomgyu says, not bothering to hide the smile on his face.
Soobin’s silence speaks volumes, avoiding eye contact as Beomgyu ogles him. Beomgyu lets Soobin down for a second, tugging his jeans and briefs down. “You think you can take me, hyung?” Beomgyu whispers, letting the blonds legs wrap around his waist once more, this time, exposed from the bottom half. The two didn’t even bother fully undressing, their jeans lay abandoned on the floor along with discarded briefs.
“You don’t need to worry about prep- I mean- ya know- I showered before and—“ Soobin is cut off mid stutter, “You’re so cute, hyung. Fuck, I wanna ruin you.” his breath catching and falling into a shaky gasp as Beomgyu’s tip presses at his rim. Soobin’s fingers curl and bunch into Beomgyu’s hoodie as each inch is pushed into him, agonizingly slow but so good. Soobin’s head tips back against the door frame as he feels Beomgyu settle, a low whine escaping the brunettes mouth, “Fuckkk, that’s hot. You took me all the way.” Beomgyu pulls Soobin’s legs apart, pulling his hips back and dick out of him before thrusting forward. His hips meet the back of Soobin’s thighs; the sound of skin on skin meeting once, then twice, then in a rhythm.
Soobin’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, taking a sharp inhale as his eyes flutter shut. “Oh- god— gyu-“ Soobin stutters, his breath erratic. Beomgyu thrusts his hips in a way that punches desperate moans and whines out of Soobin, begging the brunette to slow down— but also move faster. “Fuck—hyung.” Beomgyu sets a measured pace, angling his hips to push in deeper. “Where do you feel me? Tell— fuck- tell me’” Beomgyu leans in, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the blond, who’s mumbling incoherently. “H-ere- ah-“ Soobin places a hand to his abdomen, desperately trying to chase the brunettes lips.
“Yo, hello?” The three thumps against the door making it rattle has the two coming to a sudden stop. Beomgyu stills, his cock still deep in the other. Beomgyu stands straighter, about to respond, “Ah-“ and he stills. Soobin slaps a hand over his mouth, his eyes apologetic. “Is anyone in there?” The voice from behind the door speaks, “Uh- yeah sorry-“ Beomgyu responds. “I don’t feel well—i’m just relaxing in here.” Beomgyu speaks, watching Soobin’s expression change as he cockwarms the brunette.
Beomgyu bites back a grin at the idea he has. Very deliberately, he thrusts. Soobin jolts in his arms, biting his bottom lip and squeezing at the brunettes shoulders. Beomgyu leans closer, “Be quiet. I have a question.” voice barely a whisper. “Yo, are you still there? Whoever was outside the door just now.” Beomgyu speaks, “Yeah dude, I was boutta leave but what’s up?” the unknown voice responds. Beomgyu moves again, this time slow and testing. A high pitched whine slips from the blond, clenching around the member inside of him hoping it’ll get him to not move. “Would you bring me a cup of water and some medicine please? Just ask Taehyun if you know him, he won’t mind.” In between words, Soobin writhed and moaned under the brunette. “Uhh, okay.” A snort. “Dude,” the voice says through the door, amused now. “if you’re fucking then have fun.” Both of them freeze, a knowing smile creeping up Beomgyu’s face. “She sounds crazy good though.” The footsteps fade away down the hall. Beomgyu exhales a quiet laugh against Soobin’s ear, almost taunting.
“Hyung— c’mon, don’t get quiet on me now.” Soobin’s breath hitches, grip tightening on Beomgyu’s shoulder as he tries to steady himself when the younger moves again. Beomgyu shifts, letting Soobin drop lower on his cock, his mouth agape and breath catching. A hand flies over his mouth, trying to muffle the almost pornographic string of moans that leave his mouth when Beomgyu sets a gruelingly hard but slow pace. “B-eom- gyu—faster.” Soobin whines out, lashes clumping with tears as his legs tremble. “Fuck—bunny. Are you crying? Does it feel good? You want me to fill you up?” Beomgyu practically purrs the pet name into Soobin’s ears, his teeth catching at Soobin’s ear lobe. Soobin nods, lashes fluttering as he looks down at his stomach, his dick smearing precum across the chiseled abs as Beomgyu fucks into him.
A callous hand wraps around the member, stroking it once. Soobin keens, voice breaking as Beomgyu pumps his cock while still rocking his hips into the blond. The stimulation on both his cock and hole makes Soobin babble, begging the other to stop but also to keep going. “Gyu—Oh my- god-“ Soobin mumbles, his pretty lips kiss bitten red and slick with spit— pout, asking for a kiss.
“You’re being so good for me, hyung. I’m close.” Beomgyu mumbled between kisses, pulling away from the blond to relish in the way his face contorts with pleasure. Tear stains drying on the plush of Soobin’s cheeks, damp strands of hair cling to his forehead, a pink hue of blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck as he pants. Beomgyu leans forward again, pressing his forehead against Soobin’s as his hips piston in and out of the older, losing any rhythm as he feels a pool of heat build in his stomach.
“Beomgyu— ah-“ A high pitched moan rips from Soobin’s throat as his back arches against the door, hair sticking up against the old wood and his hoodie riding up to show off his toned chest. A whine stutters out as Soobin’s fingers curl around Beomgyu’s shoulders, cock twitching against his stomach as his prostate is hammered. Pearlescent liquid spurts out from the tip, shooting out against Soobin’s stomach and spluttering as the abuse against his prostate doesn’t ease to a stop. “Beomg-yu- please- mh-“ Beomgyu can only nod in response, his vision dotting with stars as his thrusts grow erratic and the pool of heat in his stomach threatens to spill.
A loud groan coats the air as Beomgyu’s hips falter and he dumps his load into the blond’s hole. Soobin whines at the warmth and the pure eroticism behind what just happened. Beomgyu leans forward, tonguing at Soobin’s open mouth, tasting the liquor lurking in the crevices of his mouth. “Did you mean to cum in me?” Soobin pulls away, eyes shiny from the unspilt tears that welled in his eyes. “You told me to, slut.” Beomgyu teases, pinching Soobin’s cheek as he flushes red. Beomgyu puts Soobin down, using the tissues to wipe himself down as he tugs his jeans up.
“What does this mean for us?” Soobin asks as he combs a hand through his damp hair, ogling at himself in the vanity mirror. “Do you wanna ignore me tomorrow at campus like I didn’t nut inside you the day before that or do you wanna be normal and get to know me?” Beomgyu teases, pinching the blond’s side as he scoots over to him. “You’re so crude. This is why I thought you were weird.” Soobin remarks, rolling his eyes as he falls back first against the bed. “Yeah? Weird enough to let me cum-“ Beomgyu’s cut off by Soobin pulling him down against the bed. Back against the sheets and hair splaying all sorts of directions, Beomgyu watches Soobin crawl over him. “Yes. Do you want to cum inside me tomorrow? Answer with no words.” Beomgyu nods. “I left my number in your phone. Call me.” Soobin crawls off and straightens his hoodie, leaning down to press a wet kiss to the brunette before swiftly unlocking the door and disappearing into the multicolored lights and blending in with the partygoers, body heat dispersing with the others but only he knows the faint aroma radiating of Soobin is Beomgyu’s perfume mixing with his cologne.