ꫂ᭪݁French Kisses and More۶ৎ...
Pairing ⸝⸝ Dom!Heeseung × Sub!Sunghoon × Dom!Jake
Synopsis ⸝⸝ Crossing an ocean for a connection long turned hollow, Sunghoon found no magic in Paris—only the quiet ache of disillusionment. Wandering the silver silence of the city at 3:00 AM in search of a spark, fate struck in the shadows: two spellbinding strangers, and a midnight that changed everything.
Contains ⸝⸝ Heavy smut. Whiny!Sunghoon. We love dominant tops. Threesome Nick-names. Flirting. All characters are above 18. One-night stand. City of love. Author's first time writing smut. Degradation. Jake & Heeseung are kind of assholes while fucking Sunghoon. Anal. Bl0wjob. Jake & Heeseung are needy asf
Fangzz, Kisses & Typoz ⸝⸝ hie guys!! This is my first time writing smut like EVER so uhm...be prepared for sm real bad description of...stuff<3 also MINORS DNI PLEASEE
Song recommendation ⸝⸝ The Blonde — TV Girl
“B-baby, I’m reallyyy exhausted—”
Cut off. Again. Lucie didn't give a single fuck, grinding her weight down into his lap with a wet, heavy friction that made his stomach violently churn.
Oh my god. I am actually going to throw up on her face.
"L-Lucie, baby, please... let's just crash for tonight, yeah? Tomorrow—fuck, tomorrow I’m all yours, I swear!" The fake smile strained the corners of his mouth until his jaw ached, the enthusiasm tasting like straight copper and bile on his tongue.
"Argh, fine, Hoonie. Boring," she huffed, rolling off him with an irritated flop. "Get over here then. You’re cuddling me."
Sunghoon swallowed down the lump in his throat and dragged himself across the mattress. He obliged because cuddling was the lesser of two evils. Cuddling meant he didn't have to perform. Cuddling meant no fake groans, no forced endurance, no lying through his teeth while waiting for it to be over. Cuddling was safe.
Or so he thought.
The second his arms wrapped around her, Lucie hitched her leg high, wedging her sharp knee directly between his thighs. She started grinding it—slow, deliberate, and relentless—pushing hard against his clothed dick. A pushy, pathetic attempt to force a spark out of a corpse.
Three years ago, the sheer surprise of that friction would have made his head spin. He would’ve flipped her onto her back and taken her right there. Now? It made his blood run ice-cold. A wave of pure, filthy revulsion washed over him, followed immediately by a spike of blinding rage. He stared past her dark hair at the dark, glass window across the hotel room, calculating the distance to the pavement below and genuinely wondering how many bones he’d break if he jumped.
I did NOT drop 1.8 million fucking won on a flight to Paris just to be treated like a skin-on sex doll by a desperate, selfish hoe, he seethed, the thoughts hammering against his skull like a migraine.
His hands—pale, long-fingered, with thick, blue veins standing out sharply against his knuckles—clasped around her waist. He didn't pull her close; he clamped down, his grip tight enough to leave bruised indents in her skin just to hold her a fraction of an inch away from his groin. A strangled, breathless grunt tore out of the back of his throat as her knee kept digging in, every single nudge feeling less like seduction and more like a slow, suffocating torture.
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Finally.
The second Lucie’s heavy, rhythmic breathing signaled she was dead to the world, Sunghoon peeled himself out from under her suffocating weight. He moved like a shadow, sliding off the mattress without letting a single spring squeak. He had to get the fuck out of that room now before the hoe woke up looking for more dick.
He shoved his arms into a heavy jacket, zipped it to his throat, and bolted out of the apartment complex, swallowing down huge gulps of the sharp, freezing 3:00 AM air.
As utterly pathetic and repulsive as his girlfriend was, Paris itself was a different beast. The looming dark stone, the damp cobblestones, the eerie quiet of the night—it was the first time all week his chest didn't feel completely caved in. He drifted through the fog, mesmerized despite himself.
A few blocks down, a warm, yellow light bled out onto the slick pavement. A little gelato shop, somehow still open in the dead of night. The second he shoved the glass door open, a tiny brass bell let out a sharp ping that echoed in the quiet space.
The glass display was packed with deep, glossy tubs of gelato, looking so good his stomach actively growled, leaving him completely paralyzed on what to get.
"One pistachio cup, please," he muttered. His voice cracked, barely a raspy whisper under the sudden spike of anxiety crawling up his spine.
The shopkeeper—a burly guy with deep dark circles—just stared at him like he’d spit on the floor. Zero effort to understand the English, just a cold, disgusted glare that made Sunghoon’s throat go bone-dry.
Shit.
Uncomfortable under the harsh glare, a bitter heat rising up his neck, Sunghoon swallowed hard and simply jabbed a long, pale finger at the glass, pointing straight at the pale green tub.
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"Just accept it."
"Hell no," Heeseung scoffed, a lazy, arrogant smirk tugging at his lips.
"I’m serious! There ain't a single decent fuck left in this whole shitty city. We need to leave before my dick goes into early retirement," Jake whined, leaning back on the freezing metal of the park bench and sighing at the foggy sky.
"Or maybe if your lazy ass actually hunted instead of expecting prime shit to drop from the heavens, you’d get laid. But you’re too damn useless for that, aren't you?" Heeseung shot back, shoving Jake’s shoulder.
They kept bickering with each other back and forth, the biting 3:00 AM Paris cold doing zero to chill their loud-mouthed statements.
Until Jake completely froze mid-sentence. His jaw dropped. "Woah... holy shit. Heeseung. Look at that fat ass."
"Where?" Heeseung snapped his head around, scanning the dark street until his eyes locked onto the exact same walking miracle.
"Dayum," Jake whistled under his breath, practically drooling as his eyes devoured the view. "Even through that oversized, thick jacket, you can tell that plush is fucking insane." He slowly licked his lower lip, pushing himself off the bench like a predator who just spotted a five-star meal.
"Found your new victim, huh?" Heeseung chuckled, trailing behind him with a dark, amused grin.
"Victim? Man, I might just kidnap this one and keep him forever" Jake muttered, stepping off the curb and keeping a stealthy, hungry distance.
"Did you even check his face, you idiot?"
"Uh... no? Why would I?" Jake whispered back, dead serious. "That ass is doing all the talking I need."
Jake suddenly slammed his back against the cold brick wall of an alleyway, peeking around the corner. The figure had just cut right into a bright, warm pocket of light, ducking into a tiny storefront.
"Well, well, well," Heeseung murmured, leaning over Jake’s shoulder to watch the long-legged stranger stare at the display case like an anxious lost puppy. "Looks like your little doll is a lost tourist."
Jake’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. "Oh, even better. Foreign candy."
He straightened his collar and took a step toward the entrance.
"Wait, are you seriously about to corner the poor guy while he's trying to get ice cream?" Heeseung asked, laughing under his breath.
"Fuck yes. Watch and learn," Jake said shamelessly.
Without a shred of hesitation, they shoved the glass door open, the tiny brass bell letting out a loud, snitching ping that shattered the shop's quiet atmosphere.
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Sunghoon couldn't lie to himself. He really couldn't.
Even though he’d spent his whole life operating under the strict assumption that he was completely, unapologetically straight, he couldn't deny the sudden, electric twitch deep between his legs the second the two strangers closed the distance between them. The air around him felt instantly charged, heavy with a magnetic, overwhelming presence that made his breath catch in his throat.
"Hey, darling. Need any help?"
The man speaking was just a fraction taller than Sunghoon, boasting a lethal combination of a sharp, high-bridged nose, big soulful puppy eyes, and a smooth Australian accent that sounded entirely too sultry for a gelato shop at 3:00 AM.
"Uh... y-yes... please," Sunghoon stuttered out, his brain completely short-circuiting. I mean, how the fuck could he not stammer when an absolute god was leaning into his personal space, purring at him in that voice?
"Jake, quit scaring the poor boy and talk like a normal human being for once," a second voice cut in.
It was low, rich, and vibrated right down Sunghoon’s spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Sunghoon’s eyes darted to the speaker—an impossibly tall man with messily styled black hair, striking doe eyes, and a broad, broad frame that commanded the entire room.
"Oh, come on, hyung, don't ruin this for me already," Jake whined, turning a flashing smile toward the taller guy.
"God forbid a guy wants to ruin his friend's chances with the gorgeous human being he wants all to himself," the tall one shot back with an effortless shrug, his lips curved into a wicked, teasing grin.
He turned his focus back to Sunghoon, his dark eyes melting into something warmer as he introduced them. "I'm Heeseung. This gremlin is Jake. And we promise we're not part of a weird local cult."
A small, breathless giggle escaped Sunghoon’s lips before he could stop it, cutting through his anxiety. "I'm Sunghoon."
Behind the counter, the broad Frenchman let out an annoyed sigh, muttering something sharply in French that sounded like a colorful curse.
Jake turned back to Sunghoon, offering a reassuring wink. "Which flavor were you trying to get before grumpy back there lost his mind?"
"Pistachio."
"So... you like nuts?" Heeseung asked, deadpan and completely blunt, while Jake stepped up to the counter to place the order.
Heeseung gently placed a hand against the small of Sunghoon’s back—a touch so warm it practically burned through his heavy jacket—and guided him toward a small wooden table in the corner.
"Uh... I'm sorry?" Sunghoon asked, blinking up at him, convinced his brain was translating English wrong.
Heeseung let out a soft laugh, pulling out a chair for him. "I asked if you like nutty flavors."
"Oh! Yeah, it's... it's my go-to back home in Korea."
"Mhm, nice choice."
"Thank you, Heeseung-ssi," Sunghoon murmured, resting his pale hands awkwardly on his lap.
"No need for 'ssi,' sweetheart. Just call me 'hyung,'" Heeseung chuckled softly, sliding into the seat directly across from him, his long legs casually brushing against Sunghoon’s under the cramped table.
"Oh. Alright, hyung," Sunghoon answered, a sudden wave of shyness hitting him as he ducked his head, his cheeks burning hot.
Right on cue, Jake sauntered over carrying three cups—pistachio for Sunghoon, hazelnut for himself, and cookies & cream for Heeseung. He set them down and instantly pulled his chair right up to Sunghoon’s side, slinging one arm over the back of Sunghoon's seat to trap him in a circle of heat.
"So, Sunghoon," Jake purred, leaning in so close his breath fanned against Sunghoon’s ear, "tell us more about yourself... like what a pretty thing like you is doing wandering around Paris all alone at three in the morning?"
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“I’m a tourist,” Sunghoon mumbled, digging his small plastic spoon into the pale green gelato to avoid meeting their intense, twin gazes.
“Yes, sweetheart, we figured that out,” Heeseung drawled, leaning back in his chair with a slow, amused smirk. He rested his chin on his palm, his dark doe eyes tracking every single movement of Sunghoon’s plush lips wrapping around the spoon.
Sunghoon’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his cheeks flushing a bright, furious pink. “I’m here to... uh... visit my girlfriend.” He admitted it so shyly, his voice dropping into a barely-audible whisper, nervously swirling the melting cream in his cup.
Jake, who was sitting right next to him, let out a low, dramatic whistle. He leaned his elbow on the tiny table, closing the distance until his shoulder was practically pressed against Sunghoon’s chest. “Oh, well... where is she right now, darling? Leaving a breath-taking little boy like you alone at three in the morning?”
Sunghoon let out a long, heavy sigh that seemed to drain the rest of his composure. The combination of the late hour, the cold air, and the overwhelming, heady presence of these two magnetic strangers broke down whatever filter he had left.
“Sleeping,” Sunghoon muttered bitterly, his shy demeanor suddenly cracking open to reveal sheer, unadulterated annoyance. He shoved another bite of gelato into his mouth. “In the hotel room. Where I was supposed to be sleeping, before she started trying to hump my leg like a desperate dog.”
Heeseung choked on his spoon, his head snapping up as a sudden, loud bark of laughter burst right out of his throat. “She did what?”
“I’m dead serious,” Sunghoon seethed, the pent-up rage from the past week finally pouring out of him like a broken dam. He gestured aggressively with his plastic spoon. “I flew sixteen fucking hours! I spent 1.8 million won to cross an entire ocean to see her after two years! And the absolute first thing she does when I get into bed—after I explicitly told her I was exhausted—is climb onto my lap and dry hump me! With her sharp-ass knee jammed straight into my dick!”
Jake threw his head back and laughed so hard the entire wooden table rattled. “No fucking way. My boy here got held hostage by a nympho knee!”
“It was torture!” Sunghoon groaned, burying his burning face in his pale hands, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at his own lips from how hard the two men were losing it. “Three years ago, maybe I would’ve cared. But she’s grown so damn dull and pushy. There’s zero chemistry left. It’s just shallow, repetitive horny nonsense, and I’m literally sitting there in the dark wondering if jumping out of the third-story window would hurt less than being used like a human sex doll.”
“Fuck, man, that is tragic,” Heeseung chuckled, wiping an actual tear from the corner of his eye, his dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight. He leaned across the table, his long fingers casually reaching out to brush a stray fringe of hair out of Sunghoon’s eyes. His touch lingered just a second too long against Sunghoon’s temple, warm and possessive. “A gorgeous guy like you getting treated like a piece of meat by some amateur. It’s a crime against humanity, honestly.”
“A crime,” Jake agreed readily, his knee intentionally sliding against Sunghoon’s thigh under the table, pressing hard enough to send a sharp, electric jolt straight up Sunghoon’s spine. “If I had a beauty like you flying across the globe just to see me? Shit. I’d be feeding you grapes, rubbing your feet, and giving you the best night of your life. Not bruising your cock with my knee like a fucking caveman.”
Sunghoon’s breath hitched in his chest as Jake’s hand slid onto the armrest right behind his waist, his thumb gently stroking through the fabric of Sunghoon's jacket. The casual, unapologetic flirting was making Sunghoon’s brain fry, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
“You hear that, sweetheart?” Heeseung purred, his low, rasping voice dropping an octave as he locked eyes with Sunghoon, staring right through him. “You’re in the City of Love, wasting your time on someone who doesn’t even know how to handle you properly. Seems to me like you picked the wrong host for your trip.”
“I... I guess I did,” Sunghoon whispered, completely spellbound, his tongue darting out to lick a speck of pistachio off his lower lip.
Both Heeseung and Jake’s eyes instantly dropped to his mouth, the atmosphere in the tiny shop abruptly shifting from playful mocking to something heavy, dark, and dangerously thick with tension
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Jake’s tongue ran over his lower lip as his eyes tracked that tiny, innocent flick of Sunghoon’s tongue. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, leaning in so close Sunghoon could smell the subtle scent of dark vanilla and rain clinging to his leather jacket. "Don't do that, darling. I might get the wrong idea and steal you right out of this chair."
Sunghoon’s pulse spiked, a deep, sudden flush spreading from his neck up to the tips of his ears. "S-steal me?"
"Why not?" Heeseung chimed in softly, his long, slender fingers tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the tabletop. His dark eyes hadn't left Sunghoon's face for a single second. "You're wandering around Paris at three in the morning, running away from a dead-end relationship. Sounds to me like you're looking to be found."
"I was just looking for some...fresh air" Sunghoon protested weakly, though he didn't pull away when Jake’s knee gave his thigh another firm, deliberate press beneath the table.
"Sure you were," Jake laughed softly, his voice a low, gravelly purr right next to Sunghoon’s ear. "And you just happened to stumble into two very eager local tour guides. Fate's funny like that."
Sunghoon swallowed hard, taking another small bite of his gelato just to give his trembling hands something to do. "So... are you two always out hunting for helpless tourists at night, or am I just special?"
Heeseung let out a low, amused chuckle, leaning back and resting his elbow on the chair. "We don't usually hang out in gelato shops at 3:00 AM, sweetheart. We were actually on our way back from a club downtown, hanging out on a bench over there when Jake spotted you. He practically broke his neck trying to look at you."
"Hey!" Jake shot back, throwing his hands up in mild defense, though he was grinning shamelessly. "Can you blame me? You were practically glowing under the streetlights, Hoonie. Though, to be fair, Heeseung was the one who said you looked like a lost puppy waiting to be brought home."
"Did not," Heeseung teased, a wicked spark in his eyes. "I said he looked too pretty to be out here alone."
Sunghoon felt his stomach do a thrilling, dizzying flip. He cleared his throat, trying to regain a shred of control. "So... what do you guys actually do when you're not roaming the streets late at night flirting with strangers?"
"I produce music," Heeseung said, resting his chin in his hand, his expression softening into something warmer. "And this loudmouth over here designs leather gear and street fashion. What about you, pretty boy? What do you do back in Korea?"
"I... I figure skate," Sunghoon confessed quietly, looking down at his cup.
Jake froze for a second, his eyes widening in absolute delight. "A figure skater? Fuck off, are you serious?"
"Yeah," Sunghoon giggled, feeling a little lighter under their genuine interest. "Since I was eight."
"No wonder your body is built like a masterpiece," Jake murmured, his hand finally moving off the back of the chair to rest lightly, warm and heavy, right on Sunghoon’s shoulder. His fingers squeezed gently through the thick fabric of the jacket. "Flexible, too, I bet?"
Sunghoon nearly choked on his air, his head snapping up to stare at Jake in disbelief. "Did you seriously just ask me that?"
"Can't blame a guy for being curious," Jake smirked, completely unapologetic.
Heeseung shook his head with a dry laugh, though his eyes darkened with clear appreciation. "Ignore him. But honestly... a figure skater in Paris. That sounds like something straight out of a romance film. Too bad your actual trip started off so terrible."
Heeseung paused, leaning forward across the table until he was staring directly into Sunghoon's eyes, his tone shifting into something dangerously smooth.
"Tell me, Sunghoon... how much longer are you stuck in this city?"
"Four more days," Sunghoon whispered, entirely trapped under Heeseung's intense gaze.
"Four days," Heeseung repeated softly, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his sharp features. "Jake... I think four days is more than enough time to show our new friend what Paris is really supposed to feel like."
"Oh, absolutely," Jake agreed instantly, his thumb stroking Sunghoon's collarbone through his jacket. "Starting right now."
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“A-ah! Fuck—ngh!”
Sunghoon’s high-pitched sob cracked through the dark room, his pale, veiny hands clutching the ruined bedsheets as Jake relentlessly pounded into him from the front. Every brutal, deep thrust hit that sweet spot so hard it made his vision go spotty, his thighs shaking uncontrollably around Jake's waist.
"Yeah? You like that, you fucking whore?" Jake growled, his palm coming down with a sharp, echoing crack against Sunghoon's bare ass cheek, marking the pale skin red. "Mhm, take it like a good little slut should."
Behind him, Heeseung’s towering frame shifted, his heavy weight pinning Sunghoon completely. A thick hand reached around to grip Sunghoon’s throat—not stopping his air, just holding his head back—as Heeseung slammed himself all the way into Sunghoon's slick, tight hole from behind.
Sunghoon’s eyes rolled back, a choked screech tearing out of his throat as he was caught in the middle of a brutal, double-ended stretch.
"Look at you," Heeseung growled into the shell of Sunghoon’s ear, his cock pulling almost all the way out before driving back in with a wet, heavy thud. "So fucking vocal when someone actually knows how to handle you, sweet boy."
Heeseung yanked Sunghoon's head sideways and slammed their mouths together, swallowing his frantic moans in a filthy, deep French kiss. His tongue pushed past Sunghoon's teeth, greedy and hot, tasting the sweet pistachio gelato still lingering on his breath while Jake matched his rhythm from the front.
The bed frame screeched violently against the floor as they dragged him back and forth between them. Jake leaned down, biting hard into Sunghoon’s collarbone until he tasted copper, while Heeseung’s hands bruised his hips, holding him rigid so neither of them missed a stroke.
"Fuck, he's so tight," Jake panted, his eyes dark and completely wild as he watched Sunghoon double over beneath them, completely helpless. "Forget that pathetic girl back at the hotel, baby. You’re our fuck-doll tonight."
Sunghoon couldn't even form words. His mind was entirely fried, his body trembling beneath the relentless impact of two men tearing him apart, leaving him completely wrecked in the middle of Paris.
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"On your knees now, whore," Jake growled, yanking his glistening cock free from Sunghoon's stretched hole with a lewd pop that echoed through the room.
"Aaahh!" Sunghoon cried out, the sudden emptiness making him shudder, before obediently sinking to his knees before Jake. His eyes watered from the brutal withdrawal, but he kept them locked on Jake's throbbing member, panting heavily.
From behind, Heeseung's firm hand came down in a sharp slap against Sunghoon's upturned ass, making him yelp and push back against the stinging contact. "On all fours, baby boy," Heeseung commanded, voice low and husky with desire.
Sunghoon let out a desperate mewl as he scrambled into position, presenting himself to both men. The cool air hit his dripping hole and sensitive rim, making him clench involuntarily.
Jake seized the opportunity, gripping Sunghoon's hair roughly and forcing his head back to stare at the ceiling. With a guttural groan, he thrust his thick cock past Sunghoon's parted lips, fucking his mouth without mercy. "Fuck, it's like you were made for me," he snarled, relishing the tight heat enveloping him.
Behind, Heeseung stroked his own rigid length, admiring the sight of Sunghoon's plump cheeks and puckered hole. He leaned in to murmur against Sunghoon's ear, "Gonna fill you up so good, love."
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All Sunghoon could focus on was the feeling of being so thoroughly used, filled to the brim by these two dominant men. Jake's cock plundered his mouth mercilessly, while Heeseung's pistoned into his ass with equal ferocity.
Their grunts and groans mingled with Sunghoon's desperate whimpers, creating a symphony of lust and submission. Tears streamed down Sunghoon's face, but he didn't care - he was lost in the pleasure, a mere plaything for his lovers' desires.
Heeseung's grip on Sunghoon's hips tightened as he picked up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. "Fuck, you're so tight... gonna make me come soon," he panted, his balls slapping against Sunghoon's thighs with each powerful thrust.
Sunghoon's eyes rolled back, his vision blurring as Heeseung's cock slammed into him over and over. The relentless pounding sent shockwaves through his entire body, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside him and making him see stars.
"Mmmph... g-gonna c-cum," Jake stuttered, his hips jerking erratically as he fucked Sunghoon's mouth. Sunghoon moaned around the thick cock, urging him on, and with a guttural roar, Jake erupted, painting Sunghoon's throat with his hot seed.
At the same time, Heeseung buried himself to the hilt, his orgasm ripping through him like a freight train. He grunted loudly, spurting jet after jet of cum deep inside Sunghoon's spasming hole.
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The harsh, golden daylight cut through the gaps in the heavy curtains, slapping Sunghoon back into reality.
His eyes cracked open, his brain foggy and his body completely wrecked. A dull, thumping ache throbbed at the base of his skull, but that was nothing compared to the absolute, deep-tissue soreness locked into his lower back and thighs. Every single muscle felt strained, his core completely shot, and his throat bone-dry from screaming half the night.
He tried to shift, but he couldn't move an inch.
He was pinned flat on his stomach, completely trapped. Jake’s heavy, tattooed arm was thrown over his waist like a lead bar, his thumb idly twitching against Sunghoon’s hip even in his sleep. Jake was snored softly into the back of Sunghoon’s shoulder, his hot breath puffing against a cluster of angry, dark red bite marks.
To his left, Heeseung was already awake. Propped up on an elbow, his black hair messily hanging over his forehead, he was silently watching Sunghoon with a lazy, predatory satisfaction. The sheet was dragged down to his waist, revealing broad, pale shoulders covered in faint red scratches—Sunghoon’s work from when he’d lost his mind around 4:00 AM.
"Morning, gorgeous," Heeseung rasped, his voice impossibly deep, rough with sleep.
Sunghoon tried to swallow, but his throat felt like sandpaper. "Ngh..."
He attempted to pull himself up on his elbows to escape the suffocating heat, but the second he shifted his hips, a sharp, white-hot ache flared up his spine. A strangled gasp tore out of him, his face burning a violent, furious red as he collapsed right back into the mattress.
Heeseung let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through the quiet room. He reached over, his long, veiny fingers catching Sunghoon’s chin and turning his face sideways. His thumb rubbed over Sunghoon’s swollen, bitten bottom lip with relentless pressure.
"Careful, doll. You pushed your body pretty far last night," Heeseung purred, his eyes dark with zero regret. "Don't go breaking yourself before we even get breakfast."
The sudden movement woke Jake. He groaned, shifting his heavy weight and pulling Sunghoon backward until Sunghoon’s bare back was flushed against Jake’s warm chest.
"Mmm... Hoonie," Jake mumbled, his voice thick and raspy. Without even opening his eyes, he nuzzled his face straight into the side of Sunghoon’s neck, his lips pressing a hard, sticky kiss against his collarbone. "Stay down. Fuck's the rush?"
Then, like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head, reality slammed into Sunghoon's chest.
Lucie.
His phone was probably dead on the floor. She had probably woken up by now, furious, blowtorch-level pissed that he’d vanished in the middle of the night without a trace. The sheer stress made his pulse spike, his pale hands tightening around the sheets.
"Hey," Heeseung’s voice cut straight through the panic. His thumb pressed harder against Sunghoon’s jaw, forcing Sunghoon to look back at him. The teasing smirk on Heeseung's face had softened, replaced by a quiet, possessive intensity. "Stop spiraling. Your eyes are doing that thing again."
"I... I have to go back," Sunghoon whispered, his voice cracking. "My stuff... she's going to lose her mind."
"Screw her," Jake muttered bitterly against Sunghoon’s ear, his hand sliding down to squeeze Sunghoon’s sore thigh with possessive force, making Sunghoon wince. "You're not going back to play fucking footrest for some girl who doesn't give a shit about you. We'll go grab your bag later if you're that worried about your clothes."
"Jake's right," Heeseung added smoothly, leaning down until his lips were hovering just an inch from Sunghoon’s ear, his low voice leaving no room for argument. "You spent 1.8 million won for a trip to Paris, darling. You're staying right here, and we're going to make sure you actually get your money's worth."
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