Summer is hell of a season. Things go the same way as always : you wake up at six am, fall back asleep, then wake up again at seven am just to realize you are late for work. The rest of the morning goes in a rush like time speeds up and the clock is racing with itself. You always wear the same uniform — white shirt (or light blue, on special days), black pants that are a little too tight around your hips, and those same pair of black polished shoes you haven't left in your house for a single day in the past five years.

While you run down the stairs, you realize that your stomach is desperate for some food because you haven't eaten breakfast in the past week, so you stop by the café on the corner of the street. Bad idea. In the mornings, the line is always endless, meaning the fact that you’ve been late for work in the past hour sits on your left shoulder like a little devil, whispering all kinds of evil things in your ear. “One more hour, and the loop will stop tomorrow. Unemployment begins”

It’s cruel. The devil on your left shoulder is always cruel. Your job is to make decisions, and this one, out of your office, is ironically the hardest one usually. Should you wait for the endless line to disappear in front of you, or should you leave the shop with your stomach desperately growling for some food? It’s usually the latter one.

Summer workdays go the exact same way, just with a little plus. At six am the weather is somewhat tolerable, the sun is just waking up to replace the moon and shine sharply the whole day. But at seven am, when you usually (actually) wake up, it shines already. Not a cloud in the sky, just the sun’s annoying hotness radiating down on the ground. The concrete road reflects the heat, meaning you are walking in the zone where the heat could be felt the most.

Trying to survive all of this in your office uniform is something you wouldn't wish upon your worst enemy. By the time you get to the office building you are sweating like a hooker in church. It leaves you feeling disgusted with yourself, and when you walk and sit down in your office you have to realize you forgot to pack cologne.

Usually this is how your days go. Just a regular man, doing his regular job in his miserable life.

The only thing that keeps you going (no matter how embarrassing it is to say this) is your boyfriend. Funny enough, you always thought you would die alone before you first met him. Even funnier that you met him in the café on the corner of the street. Soobin is a barista, and even though your salary combined together is not the best, it feels like living in your biggest dream when you are with him.

After 4 months of dating, you two moved together in his small apartment that’s in the same flat as the café on the corner of the street. So now, you are lucky enough to get the first brewed coffee in the morning, by him. He always sits you down by the counter and encourages you to watch him while he makes your americano, focusing on all his movements. Then, he offers you the cup with the cutest smile you’ve ever seen.

Now, it's another summer day in the middle of July, aka the hottest month in summer overall. You question if it's the hottest day too, because you swear you never sweat like this before. It takes twenty minutes to get to the office by foot from your house, and by the time you get here you feel like you are a walking ocean. Thank god your office cube has air conditioning.

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6:00 pm

The door locks with a soft click when you close it, and the sound echoes in the apartment. What a long day. Thankfully at night, it's not as hot anymore. The temperature drops to the point where it's chilly and it makes you want to wear a sweater when you are outside.

You sigh as you keep your hand wrapped around the door handle for a few more quiet moments, before a deep voice breaks your inner silence.

“Are you home, baby?” The voice comes from afar, probably from the kitchen. You recognize it straight away and your lips curl into a soft smile when you turn away from the door and make your way to the kitchen.

Soobin is leaning against the kitchen counter with his legs crossed, his thick framed glasses slightly sliding off his nose. He has a bowl of salad in his hands that he's eating while he faces the tv which is on the wall opposite from where he's standing.

When he sees you standing with your backpack on your back, hair messy from the wind, he puts the bowl down on the kitchen counter and immediately strolls over to you to wrap his hands around your frame. “I missed you” he mumbles onto the crook of your neck.

You hug him back, melting into his touch. Soobin is so big, in every way possible. But when he hugs you, that's when you feel it the most. His tall frame always towers over you, even though you are not too short of a man yourself either.

“You always say this” you back up from the hug, sliding your backpack’s strap down your shoulders “But I just go for work”

Soobin shrugs, pushing his glasses up on his nose with his index finger. “I know, but I want to see your pretty face all the time”

You feel the color of crimson creep up on the apple of your cheeks, and you drop your bag down on the kitchen table lazily.

Your mind goes back to today's morning, and you lift your chin up “And what did you do while I wasn't home?” you tease.

Soobin becomes easily embarrassed. Sometimes too easily. You feel bad for him, because it must be such a curse to get red after every small tease. But you find it cute, though, the way his whole face becomes red whenever you mention one of his small ‘mistakes’.

“I- uh” he looks down on the ground while he mumbles “Sorry that I wasn't serving you coffee this morning” he apologizes like he means it.

You let out a soft laugh, because he seriously looks like he feels bad. What a pathetic man.

“What were you doing, hm?” you step closer, standing into his vision. You see his gaze flicker softly, now he's looking at your black polished shoes instead of the ground. “Look at me” you demand, and he obeys.

“I was setting up a surprise” he admits, and your eyebrows shot up.

“What? A surprise?”

Soobin nods heavily as he gains back his confidence, a sly smile plastered on his face that makes his dimples pop out “Yeah. For you”

He sticks his hand out for you, and you take it after a little hesitating. However he doesn't hesitate to lead you to your bedroom, dragging you by your hand excitedly. When he opens the bedroom door, your eyebrows come together in a frown. The bed is well made, everything is clean like always, but you don't see any surprises.

You look at him confusedly, and he's still smiling when he points up to the ceiling. When you move your gaze upwards, your jaw nearly falls to the ground.

There's a huge mirror set on the ceiling above your bed, exactly the size of the queen sized bed under it. You can't help your mind wandering to dirty places as soon as you see it, but looking at Soobin and his stupid smile, he set it up for exactly that reason.

“I'm kind of” you clear your throat “Speechless?”

He takes your other hand in his hand too, holding both of them as he pulls you closer to him. “Y’know” he whispers, letting go of one of your hands to tuck a strand of hair away from your eyes “I was thinking about how I could make up for my mistake” Soobin smiles and presses a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“So I thought maybe we could try something new with this” he whispers, pulling you so close that you are almost standing on his foot. “Like, a new view” he lets go of your hands and moves his own to the small of your back, gripping it possessively.

“Are you saying you want to be punished?” you smile up at him, and he heavily blinks while he nods, slightly grinding his hips against yours.

You reach up to take off his glasses and throw it away across the room. They were only blue light glasses anyways, so it doesn't matter. You can buy a new one for 3€ in every drugstore.

You cup his face in both of your hands to pull him closer, and just as if his muscles gave out, he moves like he's an object for you to play with. Your lips crash together in a heavy rhythm and Soobin groans into the kiss. You tease him like always, sliding your tongue across his lower gums, making him let out a small whine. Music to your ears. You smile into the kiss as you reach down to grab his undeniably growing bulge through his grey sweatpants, moving your hands up and down to massage it slowly.

Soobin whines at the friction and bucks his hips forward into your touch. He would do anything to feel this all the time, your hands roaming on his body freely and hungrily, to feel your touch being just as needy as him for you.

Suddenly, Soobin stops your wrist from moving on his crotch and pulls back from the kiss to look into your eyes, panting “Bed” he whispers, and when you nod in agreement he gently pushes you back until your ankles hit the edge of the wooden frame of your queen sized bed and you fall down on top of it.

Soobin doesn't waste time and he crumbles down above you, propping himself on his forearms that he puts down next to your head. He still stands, though one of his legs is knee deep into the mattress between your legs. Soobin lets his fingers dangle in your hair as he moves down to kiss you again, a little bit slower this time. Unlike you, he's not the type that likes teasing. He's more of a guy who gets straight to business — just like he does now too, while he slowly undoes your shirt while he’s kissing you just so he can move down and hint wet and slippy kisses on your collarbone and your chest, around your nipples.

“No hickeys” You remind him when you push his head down, and just like a hungry animal hunting his prey he starts biting your skin on your chest. “Soobin” you breathe, chest rising and falling heavily.

“No hickeys” he says between two kisses “Got it”

he mumbles something about how sweet you taste when he makes a path of kisses down your toned stomach to the edge of your pants, but you can't hear it well because your mind is already too full to care about anything else other than the sensation you feel when he pleases you.

He looks up at you with big, puppy eyes and a pouty mouth while he teases the edge of your pants with his fingers, waiting for your affirmation.

“Can I?” he asks, voice deeper than usual.

You sit up to take off your shirt that he undid before, throwing it away to the place where his glasses (probably) landed before. You nod “Please” when you lay back and close your eyes, giving yourself to him fully while he takes your pants and boxers off, letting your cock spring free.

“Deep breaths baby” is the only thing you hear from Soobin before he slightly pushes your stomach down. You feel his mouth wrap around your cock, and you can't help but bite your forearm down at the feeling.

He’s slow with it, trying to adjust to your size as he slowly bobs his head down to the base of your cock. You let your other hand — the one that you are not biting on — drop to his head, letting your fingers get lost in his dark locks, guiding his head up and down.

At first he gags a little bit, but after a while he gets used to your length and speeds up with his head movements. Then, he removes himself with a soft pop and looks up at you laying so helplessly.

“Open your eyes, bunny” he says softly, his thumb caressing your stomach “You can look in the mirror, but you can't look straight at me. Hm, how about that?”

You do as he told you so, slowly opening up your eyes to be faced with your reflection in the mirror. You already felt like you looked ridiculous, but now, seeing yourself like this : splayed on the queen sized bed with your forearm in your mouth, while your other hand is in your boyfriend's hair is truly a pathetic sight you will never be able to forget.

“Good boy” Soobin praises, and you see his thumb moving on your stomach again through the mirror “Don't close them. And remember, you can't look at me”

You nod your head, and see him lower his head again to take you in his mouth again. He continues exactly where he stopped, bobbing his head in a speedy rhythm while his saliva and your pre-cum mixes in his mouth.

Looking at the situation in the mirror and feeling it at the same time is something you cannot even describe. You see your flustered cheeks, your helpless body, the way your hand is tangled in his hair like your life depends on it. And Soobin just… takes it. He does whatever you want him to do, he obeys. You cannot take your eyes off of the back of his head and the way you are gripping his hair, the way you make his head go up and down — all of this action you make him do is just to please you.

While all of this is new and bizarre in some way, you can't help but admit that it weirdly turns you on.

You try to bite down your arm harder as you feel your orgasm approaching you, Soobin’s groans making your whole body vibrate and making you shiver. You didn't even realize, but your arm and the sheets next to you are full of your drool by now.

“Fuck” Soobin says as he pulls off his mouth of your cock and moves up to kiss you, making you feel your own taste in his mouth. “Bunny… I… I need to get off too” He says in a miserable and whiny voice while he pulls his own pants down and makes himself lay above you. You cannot help but look at him now.

“Is it okay? Is it okay if I use you?” You nod, what else could you do when he just looks at you so heavenly with his big eyes and frown.

The next moment you feel his tip touching yours as he makes both of your cocks line up next to each other and he starts stroking both of them at the same time. Soobin lets out a whimper and drops his head next to yours, making your view in the mirror of his broad back clear.

He tries to hide his face in the mattress as much as possible, and you can only see that in the mirror right above you. Now, both of you look pathetic. When he speeds up his movements and you feel both of your juices mix together, you know you cannot hold back anymore.

Your and his orgasm hits at the same time, and you grasp onto Soobin’s back and dig your nails in him while a moan escapes your lips. He lets go of your member and collapses next to you, rolling over so he can look in the mirror too.

After a few quiet moments, he looks at you “So, how did you like it?”

You clear your throat, embarrassed to admit that seeing yourself in a pathetic state like that made you railed up harder than ever. “It was nice”

“Good, because I can't take it off”

You frown “What?”

Soobin sighs, satisfied “After I finished putting up the tiles, I realized I glued them on with Gorilla glue. It’ll never come off”

“Oh gosh” you laugh, hiding your face with your palm “What if we want to move out and sell the apartment?”

“Well, the buyers will know that we did things that’ll take us to hell and we are not just roommates”

This time you both laugh.

“But since it'll be there for a long time, and we are not moving out anytime soon… We can try other positions too” he flashes you that smile, the one that makes his dimples pop out.