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Choi was recognizable in the narrow circles of the modeling industry, thanks to his hard work and, of course, his unique talent. He was one of the few students who built his career step by step, during his difficult studies at the university. Now he had a good client base, which was replenished with rather influential people every year. And Yeosang, seeing his stubbornness and desire, felt incredible pride for him. Kang witnessed his ups and downs, his joys and sorrows, his determination and doubts and was glad to be with him in his important moments of life and sincerely support him and all his projects.

They met a couple of years ago at university, in the first year of the design department. Then neither of them was sure about the right choice of their specialty. Then neither of them was sure that they'd find new strong acquaintances. And then neither of them thought that one day their friendship would grow into something more. Jongho decided to take the first step into unknown consequences: one day after work he invited Yeosang for a casual walk, tried not to act weird, not to show his nervousness, and at the end of the date he made a desperate decision. It was their first kiss, filled with tenderness, complete trust and affectionate feelings. Since then, the status of their relationship took a more romantic side. They began to spend more time together, despite their flexible schedules, which often didn't coincide. Nevertheless, this didn't prevent them from maintaining sympathy between them.

But Kang was afraid of one thing - Choi's supposed reaction to his unusual body structure, which he had no influence on. He was afraid that Jongho, having learned about this, would simply feel disgusted by him, turn away or ridicule. Worst of all, he'd hate him. Therefore, Yeosang kept silent about his secret for a long time and distanced himself from Jongho if dates were planned for an intimate end. He lied that he wasn't ready, trying not to give in to passion and attraction. Choi, naturally, wasn't offended by this and understood everything, didn't want to put pressure on him by suppressing his desire.

Not long ago, during a date, they walked past the boutiques of a mall, looking at the latest fashion items. Without realizing it, Yeosang inadvertently blurted out that he dreamed of new pants. The ones that were on sale didn't suit him at all - either too wide at the waist, or too narrow at the hips, the wrong style, the wrong color! And he regretted that he uttered his complaints out loud... Jongho was famous not only for his excellent sense of style, but also for his masterful use of a sewing machine. Kang had no choice but to shyly agree: he didn't want to burden Choi with extra work, even if he insisted.

They agreed to meet at the end of the work week at Jongho's boutique - a spacious room that he rented, something like his unofficial place of work. He often liked to spend his time there to forget and take a break from the outside world. The place itself was located on a not very busy street, which Choi liked. Comfortable and quiet. There, various fabrics were stored, a couple of sewing machines, mannequins and supplies for his important work. And, every time Kang visited his secret place, he couldn't stop admiring the chaos happening in Choi's modest corner.

"Hello," Jongho immediately turned away from examining a newly sewn blouse made of turquoise satin on a beige mannequin. Coming closer to Yeosang, he gently kissed him on the cheek as a greeting. "How are you? Did you get here without any problems?"

"Yes," He mumbled slightly shyly, rubbing his flushed cheek. The ghostly trace of Jongho's soft lips pleasantly tingled his skin. "How beautiful..."

"I made them especially for one actress for a movie premiere. This is my chance to get more clients," he said proudly, sighing tiredly. Choi, without glancing at the table, grabbed a tape measure and put his square-framed glasses on. "Take off your clothes."

"Completely?" Yeosang blushed even more. He knew that Jongho'd see him naked sooner or later, but he wanted to drag this moment out for as long as possible.

"Completely, I need to measure your waist and hips. You want high-waisted pants, right?"

Kang nodded and hesitantly reached for his pants to take them off. Undressing under Choi's gaze was both awkward and exciting. And seeing his muscles peeking out from under his black t-shirt, his focused and concentrated gaze on him, the glasses put on him, Kang already felt a warm lump forming below his stomach and a little wetness on his underwear. There was something about Jongho that Yeosang couldn’t explain in words, but he knew one thing: Jongho had no equal in sexuality.

“If I ask you to take off your top too, I won't be too impudent?” Choi laughed, probably wanting to reduce the awkwardness between them. But the harmless comment made Kang blush even more. And even so, he complied with his request and carefully placed the clothes on the back of the sofa next to the panoramic window opposite the empty road.

Yeosang was so embarrassed that he only gave a quick glance at Jongho, not wanting to maintain long eye contact. And even when Jongho came closer, he shrank back and looked only downwards. The measuring tape was tightly wrapped around the curve of his waist. Seeing a large enough distance between them, Choi couldn't help but tug on the tape, making him step forward. Their gaze met: uncomprehending, shy and mischievous, cunning. Sexual desire definitly intensified.

When Jongho squatted down, Yeosang gasped in surprise and bit his lip. He hoped that he wouldn't notice anything strange and was only focused on taking measurements. Choi muttered a number quietly and moved the tape to the most protruding point of his buttocks, measuring his hips. From the uncomfortable dampness of his underwear, Kang clenched his thighs slightly in order to hide his growing arousal. But Jongho really seemed to be busy with his work. His face was so close to his groin that it took all of Yeosang's self-control not to...

"Do you want pants that go to your ankles or lower, higher?" The sudden question brought Kang out of his lustful thoughts and he stuttered as he answered.

"About two or three centimeters higher."

Choi pressed the end of the tape measure to his waist, measuring the distance from the bend to the right spot on Yeosang's leg and nodded. Quickly getting up from his crouch, he walked over to the table, turned the written sheet over to a clean one and wrote down the necessary measurements.

"Pockets?" Jongho glanced over his shoulder at Kang, who was still standing in one place, as if he had been dug into the floor.

"Front ones only…" He mumbled awkwardly, too fascinated by the way Jongho’s fingers gripped the pen tightly, the veins on his hand standing out as he pressed down on the paper. Not bothering to put his clothes back on, Yeosang came closer to him, looking at the notes.

"Should I make them straight, narrow, or flared at the bottom?"

"Flared," he mumbled into his ear, making Jongho flinch from the suddenness.

"You scared me," Choi grinned and suddenly turned to him. His free hands finally found Kang’s slender waist.

"Sorry, I just was curious," he muttered quietly, biting his lip and peering into the languid gaze under the glasses. Jongho in glasses is his inexplicable weakness.

A slightly awkward pause reigned between them. And just as Yeosang wanted to interrupt the intimate moment and put his clothes back on, Choi abruptly turned him around, pressing him to the table and pounced on his lips as if he hadn't kissed them for a decade. Kang let out an unexpected gasp, but began to kiss Jongho's lips in response: so enticing, sweet and familiar... His hands reflexively hugged his neck, pulling his whole body towards him. The world around them seemed to stop in time. And nothing mattered anymore, except for themselves.

"Sorry," was the first thing Jongho said after interrupting the passionate kiss. His eyes fell on the naked body in front of him and, no longer wanting to control himself, he began to cover Yeosang's hot neck and protruding Adam's apple with his wet busses.

Yeosang's short moans filled the small room while Choi teased his chest and erect nipples with his fingers. It was too good to refuse to continue the pleasure. His hands, shaking with impatience, slowly moved lower, to the fabric of his underwear. As soon as Jongho's hand slid inside his panties, Kang realized the seriousness of the situation. Opening his eyes in fear, he met a puzzled look.

“Jongho, I... I’ll explain everything...” Yeosang muttered, trying to contain his anxiety.

“It'd have been nice if you had told me about it from the beginning.” Choi looked down at his underwear again, which made Kang feel slightly uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I was afraid that you would turn away from me if I told you about this...”

“Turn away from you because of this?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Turn away? Because of this? I fell in love with you, your character, your worldview, and these is the little thing I can handle for you. I don't care what you have there. The main thing is that you feel comfortable enough to trust me and tell me about it..."

Yeosan didn't expect such an answer from him at all, that he fell into a stupor for a while. He wanted to cry from gratitude and understanding and, at the same time, just wanted to release all the worries and negative thoughts that had been constantly spinning around in his head for several months.

"Just tell me directly next time about something as important, okay?" A gentle kiss on the cheek made him melt and his legs buckle. Suddenly, he realized how lucky he was to meet such a perfect man like Jongho.

Kang pulled him towards himself again, tugging his hair weakly, and continued the sloppy kiss. A few seconds, and Choi's lips went lower down his hot body: down his neck again, then down his toned stomach, and then down to his underwear. Not wanting to waste any more time on foreplay, he grabbed Yeosang by the thighs, gently dragging him to the sofa nearby. As soon as Kang lay down on the soft surface, he instinctively pressed his knees to his chest, letting Choi completely dispose of him as he pleased. He was tired of pretending that he didn't want Jongho, when every grain of sand in his body screamed for another; when at night, with a pillow squeezed between his thighs, he imagined him and whispered his name like a mantra; when all his thoughts were filled only with him and dirty, naughty fantasies.

Having torn off his panties to the knee, Jongho looked at his feminine body part for a while. He ran his fingers over Yeosang's wet labia, studying Yeosang's reaction to the light teasing. And hearing a soft moan, Choi chuckled before kneeling in front of him and pressing his plump lips against his wet pussy, capturing his swollen with arousal clitoris. Leaving his panties hanging on his ankle, he gently spread his legs apart, holding one hand firmly under his knee and with the other one grabbing his thigh. Kang instantly squeezed Choi's dark locks between his fingers and moaned loudly without a shame. Jongho's tongue expertly worshiped his vagina, not forgetting to lick the juices between his pussy lips. Looking down, Kang blushed even more: Choi's gaze was directed straight at him as he continued to lick and suck his cunt. It was awkward, but at the same time so damn sexy to see him in that position, as if he was worshiping his body.

Throwing his head back, Yeosang moaned so loudly that the echo quickly spread throughout the spacious room. His hands gripped the fabric of the sofa tightly, while Jongho continued to slowly, as if mockingly, suck on his clit and distracted himself with licking between his labia from time to time. As soon as Kang trembled, in anticipation of an orgasm, Choi abruptly stood up, licking his lips, wet with Yeosang's juices.

"Hey... I was just about to cum!" He muttered hysterically and reached his hand to his clitoris to help himself. But Jongho didn't let him do this, abruptly taking his wrist and pulling his hand away. Yeosang whimpered from fatigue.

"I'm not done with you yet," he dared, grinning insolently.

Choi's pants quickly flew off him, along with his boxers, revealing a blood-filled member of impressive size. The mere sight of his cock made Kang spread his legs wider, his panties falling from his toes to the floor. Taking a condom package from his pocket and putting the rubber on his dick, Jongho came closer to him. He took off his glasses, then his t-shirt, appearing completely naked in front of him: Kang risked stroking his torso, starting from his powerful shoulders, chest and ending with his sculpted abs, slightly shaggy groin. Jongho took the length of his organ tightly, settling himself between Yeosang's legs, but he suddenly stopped him when the tip lightly touched his labia.

"Fuck me with glasses, please..." Kang whined pleadingly. This was his inexplicable fantasy, which he imagined during masturbation and dreamed of experimenting it in real life.

"Do you want it that much? Do you want me to look at you from under my glasses while I bury myself deep inside you, my sweetie?" A nickname that Jongho didn't use very often left his lips and made Yeosang whine from excitement and the screaming imagination in his head.

"Stop teasing already! Just put on the fucking glasses and fuck me! Or I'll get dressed and leave!" He raised his pleading voice at him lightly, not wanting to play games with him anymore. Yeosang wanted him, and he knew that Jongho wanted him too. And waiting when he was on the verge of orgasm was unbearable.

Laughing loudly at his impatient requests, Choi put his glasses back on, his hand lightly slicking his hair back, and just from the sight of him Kang was ready to cum. Taking his legs again and placing them on his broad shoulders, Jongho hovered over him, holding tightly to the back of the sofa. He couldn't wait to finally enter him fully and feel the warmth of the cunt, but not before taking care of him.

"If you feel any pain, just tell me right away, okay?" Receiving a nod from Yeosang, Choi jerked his hips forward.

The tip of his cock passed between her labia, pushing further into his vagina. He rolled his eyes and groaned, feeling the tightness around his cock. Looking down, Jongho watched the reaction carefully: his mouth was open in a silent moan, his eyes widened from the pleasant sensations and looked straight at him. He grinned smugly, carefully sliding out of him, fortunately the wet vagina allowed him to do this without effort, only to bury himself inside his pussy again. The first minutes of contact, he tried to do it slowly, to give Yeosang time to get used to the new sensation. And only at his request, Jongho began to speed up with each passing second, literally pressing the petite body below him into the couch. Moans, whimpers and repetitions of his name, from time to time adding obscenities to it, burst from Kang's throat. Heat quickly spread throughout his body, and the sweat that had formed on Jongho's forehead rolled down in beads. Yeosang's vagina clenched with each thrust and relaxed when only the tip remained inside. And so it was with each intrusion of Choi's dick into his wet hole. Yeosang's toes curled in incredible pleasure, his eyes rolled back and the sacred word escaped his lips.

"Cumming..."

Jongho had no idea what he was supposed to do after the warning, so he slowed down, watching him. When Yeosang shook slightly, Jongho pulled out completely, finding his clitoris with his fingers and caressing it there in a circular motion, forcing him to cum faster. A small amount of liquid flowed from his vagina, lightly staining the fabric of the sofa. Looking at this sight, Choi immediately took off the condom and jerked his cock, wanting to finish after Kang, while he was trying to recover from the orgasm. Even exhausted by the passionate activity, Yeosang slightly changed his position, sitting with his buttocks on his heels, helping Jongho reach an orgasm, masturbating his length. He quickly closed his eyes, feeling how hot sticky streams of sperm suddenly hit his face, in particular on his lips and chin. Lightly licking the seed from his lips to taste, Kang wrinkled his face: in his imagination, sperm was sweeter and not so bitter. At this, Jongho laughed and reached for napkins, gently wiping the mess from his cute face.

On the weekend, Choi invited him to try on pants that were being sewn in the process, to adjust something, fix something or listen to Yeosang's wishes. And after a couple of days, his new clothes were ready. Jongho took into account his parameters, all his wishes and edits, and the thing turned out, in Yeosang's picky opinion, ideal. Kang admired the burgundy flared pants for a long time, spinning in front of the mirror: the combination of comfort and style in clothes was something incredible. He dreamed of something like this for several years, when he had difficulty finding clothes that suited his physique.

"Do you like it?" A sudden calm voice sounded behind him, and their gazes crossed in the reflection.

"I like it very much. You have golden hands. Thank you for messing around with me," smiling shyly, he turned to him and hugged him around the neck, looking into slightly tired eyes behind the glasses.

"It was not difficult for me," his hands instantly found the waist. "Moreover, I really wanted to please you."

Kang's face lit up, thanks to a wide smile from gratitude and immeasurable love for Jongho. He couldn't believe that such a man had been given to him and was only his. And Choi's unexpected offer made him blush.

"Maybe we'll have dinner? You'll show off your new pants," Jongho playfully raised his eyebrows and laughed when Yeosang slapped him on the shoulder out of embarrassment. "No?"

"I agree," Yeosang muttered quietly, "but before that..."

He pressed himself against him and kissed Jongho gently on the lips, expressing gratitude for the work he'd done and his reverent attitude towards him. He wanted him to understand his feelings without words and it seemed to work: Choi squeezed his hips tightly, pulling his body towards himself...​

MAIN CHARACTERS

Kang Yeosang [ 26 yo ]

He tries to keep an aesthetic blog to brighten up his busy days while working for a reputable company.

He's engaged in recruitment and personnel management, as well as marketing.

Choi Jongho [ 28 yo ]

He has been building his career for many years. successful business in the field of tourism;

Knows how to earn good money and relax inexpensively;

Usually serious and calm;

He's lured out only by beer.

SIDE COUPLE

Jung Wooyoung [ 27 yo ]

Yeosang's bestie.

He's been dating San for several years. Waiting for a proposal from him. Everyone should know he's in a relationship with San! Everyone!! EVERYONE!!!

Incites his friend to have relationships with different guys, but all options are always flop.

Choi San [ 27 yo ]

Jongho's best friend.

He's dating with Wooyoung and wants to marry him. Together they try to find a soulmate for Yeosang.

He also encourages Jongho to look for a relationship.

And yes, sleeping Wooyoung is on his banner ^^

EVENTS BEFORE MAIN ONES

Jan 29

Jan 30

Jan 31