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          “ see, you get it. “ ferris nods sagely in agreement. who could get sick of pizza? thoughts of the delicacy, however, and all other foods get shot right out of his brain when ko links their arms together for their walk. holy hell. how did he get so lucky? this pretty boy is inviting him over and touching him and... talking. ferris tries to catch the half end of the sentence, piecing together a response far too slowly. what a mess he is. “ i promise! i think... i think so far, you have good tastes. “ maybe questionable if he’s willing to bring ferris along with him, but good taste in food and drink at the very least! he begins wobbling forward towards the exit, feeling light as a feather. he holds tight to ko’s arm. not because he feels particularly unbalanced; he just doesn’t want to let go. “ i don’t judge people anyway. i wouldn’t like that being done to me, so why would i do it? “ ferris rambles a bit with a scrunch to his nose. 

          it’s not the first time dakota has been in this position and it won’t be the last. he’s strong-willed, but he’s not a saint. ( the very furthest thing from a saint, to be specific. ) so it’s no surprise they say fuck it and put their lips back on emerys, licking into his mouth like they’re starving for it. it feels that way. the boy tastes like honey to him and he wants more. he pushes emerys down harder into the pavement until his head hits solid earth, clambering on top of his body. “ where do you want to do this? “ he may be asking that question, but he doesn’t seem keen on moving any time soon. they’ve claimed their position. “ right here, in the open? “ a devilish smirk flits across their lips. they kiss emerys on the cheek, hand trailing down his stomach. 

          hungrily, angel’s eyes stay stuck to mingi. it’s thrilling to watch him so chained to the throes of pleasure ---- while barely having anything being done to him. he’s doing nothing more than giving him a sloppy handjob. how loud will he be when there’s something up his ass? “ aw. is it hard to think already? “ he can’t help it; it’s in his nature to tease a little bit. he has to play with his food before he eats it. “ since you ask so nicely. “ stimulation is put on hold while the blonde gets to work pulling the rest of mingi’s clothes off, and tossing them onto the floor somewhere. this leaves the boy completely bare and beautiful to his gaze. he hums, running his palms up and down a pair of beautiful thighs, encouraging mingi to spread his legs somewhat. “ pretty. “ his thumb catches the underside of mingi’s shaft, rubbing up and down absentmindedly. “ do you want to put your legs up like a good boy while i go get a couple things? “ 

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a road bump interrupts his plans as the bus starts up again and he finds himself unable to maintain his balance, falling heavily onto the nearest person seated down. ( it’s lucky that chul doesn’t weigh very much! ) a small “ eep “ can be heard from the boy as he turns, wide-eyed, to the stranger. stares at them like they’re a wild boar on the rampage instead of a person. “ oh no, oops — i didn’t mean to do that! sorry. “ please don’t be mad, please don’t be mad! chul scrambles out of their personal bubble, wincing as he puts weight on his knee and reaches up to, this time successfully, grab the pulley. he hangs on for dear life, determined not to have another accident like that one.

" ah... maybe we should stop. " benji doesn't think his heart has ever beaten so fast. his lips are raw and numb, and it's hard to keep his eyes open long enough to peer up at his company. the bed below them is soft, and the lack of something solid isn't helping the way his mind floats, endless, on a cruise to somewhere he's never dared to go before. now, it's not that he wants to stop. on the contrary, he could remain like this forever ---- but he feels they're reaching a point of no return. this is made especially obvious by the tightness of his pants, the way he has to angle his hips away to avoid doing something mortifying. " if we keep going, i might ---- uhhhm. " there's no delicate way to put it. frankly, benji feels like he's going to make a mess of his underwear. he scrubs a palm over his face, skin hot to the touch. " i need to --- i need to cool down, could i... is there something i could---- " he's stuttering through his request, sending a glance down the other's own body, " ... something i could do for you? "

          “ don’t touch me. “ angel’s words drip with venom, spilling down his lips like the tears spilling from his eyes. they weren’t meant to see him like this. no one was meant to see him like this. he wants to hide, so he does; pressing his hands over his face. not even the pretty designer robe flowing down his shoulders can save his appearance right now: red, rumpled, ugly. he feels so fucking ugly. ripped open and exposed, overstimulated in the worst possible way. “ please. i can’t take it right now. “ he needs a cigarette. a drink. something, anything, please. “ i don’t want anyone to touch me! “ if only it were that simple. if only he weren’t other people’s property to be shuffled around, dolled up, fucked. he hugs himself, curling further into his couch with a choked sob. 

          it’s cute and endearing, the way sun stares at his bared body like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. ( it’s very likely that he doesn’t. ) angel can only smile. wait, patiently, for the other boy to remember what it is they’re doing and begin taking off his own shirt. “ shhh. don’t say that, babydoll. “ a mild admonishment, followed by a low hum. the look in angel’s eyes is different as he takes in sun’s body. his eyelids are hung low, and he’s sunk his teeth into his bottom lip ---- to the experienced observer, it’s easy to tell he likes what he sees, very much. sun might not pick up on this, however, so he’s quick to put his thoughts into words. “ i think you have plenty to be proud of. do i need to show you? “ angel sinks down a little lower, dragging glossy lips over the planes of sun’s torso, allowing his tongue to flick out into the slight dips and curves of his body. a wide collarbone. firm ribs, pretty nipples. it’s his first instinct to rub the flat of his tongue over one, peering up at sun from beneath his lashes to gage a reaction. “ breathtaking. you’re perfect, darling. “

          “ no, actually. you don’t have to go. you have to stay in bed with me, just lay here... all day. “ dakota corrects, emphasizing each word with a press of lips to waiting skin. they start to roll their hips a little, unable to resist in this position. kyu is just so perfect underneath him. it’s where he’s meant to be, right? where he belongs. ( dakota’s head is getting very hazy and he’s struggling to separate the playful from something a little more sinister. kyu isn’t his, not in the literal sense, but god, he wants him to be. ) “ you don’t, hm? “ music to dakota’s ears. he could purr. instead, he grips kyu’s chin in his hand, tilts his head to the side so he can look into his eyes. “ then let me keep you here. “ where else in the world could be more fitting? out there, where dakota can’t touch him? taste him? it sounds absurd. he slides down kyu’s body, pushing his shirt out of the way to rain kisses over his tummy, feeling intoxicated with the scent of his skin. he wants to lick every inch of him, wants to stuff him into his mouth. he very well may get his wish if he can convince kyu to refrain from leaving the vicinity. 

          dae does the worst possible thing he can do in this situation: he wiggles. ferris wants to cry like a wounded animal, but he presses his lips into a tight line instead to swallow the noises down. his little soldier is being given more attention than it needs, jostled around beneath the pressure of dae’s comfortably sat rear. ferris curses himself for sitting like this in the first place. he should’ve known what would happen, but he’s also never been the brightest bulb and he simply loves being close to his boyfriend. “ i don’t know if i can hold it. “ dae really doesn’t understand how true that statement is. he presses his face harder into the other boy’s back, doing his best to hide his increasingly red face. please don’t feel it, please don’t feel it... think of something gross, ferris. garbage. seaweed. oh god, there he goes again... “ dae, please. it’s uncomfortable. “

          “ it gets the job done. that’s all i care about. “ angel shrugs, nonplussed. size isn’t that important. he doesn’t have to take a monster cock every time he wants to get off, and he doesn’t even need toys --- but they certainly help move things along if he’s feeling lazy. his company decides to get a little daring. steps up to him with a teasing glint in his eye, and who would angel be if he didn’t return that same energy? “ hmm, i don’t know. appearances can be deceiving. “ a wolfish smirk. angel glances to the vibrator, then back to klseop, raising one perfectly carved eyebrow. “ what if i say yes? what if i want to see a demonstration? “

          dakota pulls back, emerys squiggles in closer. this could get bad. he bites down on his lip to quell the niggling hunger in the pit of his stomach, feeling everything in his body jump. he’s like a lion with a lamb’s throat pressed against his teeth. “ that’s the problem. i really don’t want to stop. “ they try to make themselves as clear as possible, doing a slow once-over of their lover’s body. the way they look disheveled and messed up in the way only making out can do to a person. “ i’m worried i won’t be able to stop. “ there’s no way emerys could possibly pick up on the depth of those words. “ the location is the fucking least of my problems, sugar. i’d give you everything right here but i... i need to make sure, that you’re sure. “ in reality, dakota is merely stalling. trying to get ahold of himself. emerys isn’t going anywhere so there’s no reason he needs to get all intense and fuckin weird about it. calm down.

          “ oh my godddd, pizza. “ ferris could cry. it’s mostly his drunk brain taking the wheel on that one, but he’s a simple boy who loves pizza even on a normal day anyway ---- despite being around it constantly for work. his company has merely struck a nerve. “ i promise. you know, i deliver pizza? but i’m not sick of it. i think... it would be a good thing if i was. “ simply put, ferris eats like a freaking raccoon digging through a garbage bin. maybe he shouldn’t be sharing that with the cute person he just met though. probably not a good look. sheepish, he vows to try and stop the flow of information from his head to his mouth. it’s easier said than done. “ ... you’re sure? i really do wanna go. “ he’s already moving out of his seat, testing his weight on his own legs. so far so good. he feels nice and floaty from the alcohol, but not enough to take a nosedive into the ground. he grins. “ i’m good with walking. “

          mingi moves into his touch like he’s starved for it. angel can’t help giggling with it, hoping the sound comes off as fond rather than cruel. after all, he loves the way his precious boy reacts to his touches. it eggs him on. makes him hold him that much firmer in his palm, allowing his hand to wrap fully around mingi’s stiff sex and give a few gentle, starting strokes. poor thing. “ sweetheart. “ angel coos. “ that’s right. all for me. what a good boy. “ glossy pink lips press to mingi’s ear, dropping a kiss there. “ you beg so pretty. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you, hm? tell me exactly how you want it tonight. “ angel isn’t heartless ---- despite what opinion his peers may have of him. if he cares about you, he’ll treat you right. he moves his hips a little to aide mingi’s quest of getting his pants off.

       “ of course. “ who would he be to deny the sweet boy such a thing, asking so nicely? angel sits himself up a little, removing the pesky piece of fabric himself. ( pesky, he says, despite it costing a little over half his rent; part of the new winter collection of one of his various partnered brands. ) the large expanse of his chest is bared to the room, pink nipples pebbled and on display. he has no shame. he shows himself proudly, moving one hand to stroke over the nape of sun’s neck. play with the hair at the back of his head. “ can i see too, sweet thing? it’s not fair if i’m the only one with my tits out. “