Which, or so he concluded from how damn slow his associate was moving, would be a while.

Or maybe not, since there was that pinprick of pleasure he was feeling right at that moment as Hoya slid himself deeper in, the uncomfortable stretch accompanied by something that shot straight up Woohyun’s spine and manifested itself in an unintelligible string of something that came from his mouth. While they were both a stickler for details, both of them would’ve agreed that there was nothing more to what those “words” were than an expression of carnal satisfaction.

The lighting was lower, dimmer than Woohyun would’ve preferred but generally nothing about first times were ideal, most of them having occurred on impulse, on some innate spur of the individual’s bodies. And this was exactly how he found himself sprawled on the bed, surrounded by his rattiest set of pajamas, bottle of lube by his head, involving himself with – well, Hoya.

The fact that Hoya was attractive was not the cause of this, but, obviously, it was an enormous factor, for working with highly attractive people in small spaces while cohabiting with them made abstinence a near impossible task. It was further helpful to note that Woohyun had a weakness and unfortunate, long-running tendency to sleep with whoever he partnered with. But Hoya was an anomaly in his sea of past sex partners who happened to be his partners in work as well. The inconsistency lay in the burn Woohyun now felt against his walls, the almost unbearable sensation enough to drive his body to lift off the bed, another incomprehensible noise escaping his parted lips.

He was new to this. To say he was a virgin to intercourse would be technically incorrect. Anyone who knew him would be able to scoff at such a statement within a heartbeat: no, he was not a virgin to coitus, but with a man? No, Woohyun had never experienced anything close to what he was feeling and coping with now, which made him a virgin in the sense that he had been hitherto untouched by another man.

In this way, at least. One was unfortunately prone to the literal rubbing of shoulders with other human beings when taking the subway and the like.

“Almost,” Hoya’s voice was just a hair above a whisper: low, husky, both enough to drive Woohyun crazy on its own. “You’re doing just…,” – a grunt, another sucking of the lower lip into his own mouth, and Hoya’s body gave a jolt as he was in to his base – “…fine. Fuck. Woohyun—,”

The human body had five senses. Hoya’s breath was against Woohyun’s neck, a sound, and even touch. There was that strum of Hoya’s heart against Woohyun’s chest, and the words Hoya were beginning to speak in some attempt to soothe Woohyun but all he was really aware to was the heat in his crotch skyrocketing, his mind totally overcome. He met Hoya’s lips in a messy excuse for a kiss and there was the taste, the tang and slight smokiness Woohyun had only known of from last week when they’d first kissed, and it took his mind off everything but what’s going on now: the thoughts in his mind ceased to flow in their copious amounts, he lost interest in the fact that the frame on the opposite wall is not straight and the fact that he’s got an appointment with the coroner in an hour.

The all too fluid movement of Hoya’s hips was similarly all too familiar (he was a dancer, natch), but the hesitation that wracked his body suggested he had never done this before either. Not that Woohyun had anyone to compare him to, but even if he had, Woohyun thought to a large degree of certainty that nobody could possibly even come close to being on par. Hoya supported himself on his elbows, the mattress disastrously springy and soft (omitted word: broken) beyond measure, but somehow he managed, even with Woohyun’s wrists in both grips. Really. Tight. Grips.

Hoya pulled back to his tip, his concentration obvious as his thumbs dug into Woohyun’s hands, the lube making his thrust all that much easier now that he’d let Woohyun adjust to the girth of his cock. Woohyun’s back arched, his head thrown back with a groan, wrists still twisting of their own accord to be free of Hoya’s hold around them. It was pure torture to lie there deprived of the ability to reach out and run his hands over the musculature of Hoya’s body, which was the point, but hell it was his first time and he wanted to give as much as he was being given. He gave a whimper, the previous ache ebbing away with each roll forward of Hoya’s hips as the man found himself a steady, gratifying pace, each move punctuated with laboured grunts Woohyun could only describe as utterly sinful in its lewdness. Woohyun was growing needier himself with each passing moment, his legs having found their way to wrap around Hoya’s waist, the product of his pleasure – the sounds he made embarrassing a little, but not enough to make him swallow them back.

At first, the words were difficult to form: Woohyun could only try and catch the dark murk of Hoya’s eyes and tense against Hoya’s fingers, actions to which Hoya dismissed quite readily, scoffing at the idea openly as he smirked and drew Woohyun into another heated kiss. It was distracting, the way Hoya’s tongue made its way down Woohyun’s neck, pebbling the otherwise blemish-free area with faint bruises, enough almost to put Woohyun off the idea that had formed in his head. He tried to move again (Hoya was ready), and as a reward for his failure, Hoya stilled his thrusts to nothing, cock only half-sheathed, tanned skin damp with perspiration. The partial emptiness caused Woohyun to moan at the loss, scooting down onto Hoya’s throbbing member, the action weakening Hoya for a second, though not enough for Woohyun to break free.

“Stop it,” Hoya all but panted, eyebrows creased as his hips are forced down against Woohyun, burying the entire length of his cock inside Woohyun once more. “I’m trying to pleasure you,”

“I can’t have you doing that,” somewhere in the quiet depths of their apartment, their microwave oven beeped, signifying the arrival of a new hour. “You can’t be so selfish— shit,”

The expletive shot twice from Woohyun’s mouth as Hoya withdrew completely and rammed back in. Also twice.

“Shit, Jesus, just let me go,” to Woohyun, his voice was hideous when it was pleading, but since pleading was something Woohyun didn’t do often, it sounded that much more erotic to Hoya’s ears. “Let me go, Hoya,”

“Never,” Hoya reassured Woohyun of his position with another squeeze of his own hands clamped around the older’s wrists. “I-I like seeing you like this,”

His words spurred Woohyun into a bit of a frenzy. The thought of being dominated was an excitement Woohyun had never known, but the way Hoya’s lips wrapped around one of his nipples as he resumed the perfect rhythm he’d been working at before was all too frustrating in the way that Woohyun could meanwhile do nothing as Hoya focused on setting off every sensitive spot on Woohyun’s body. The pressure in his groin was creeping closer and closer to being unbearable, the cusp of his orgasm only moments away, but Woohyun still wanted to do something. The irregularity of Hoya’s breathing only told him that the other man was near too – Woohyun wanted to be the one to push him over.

Gathering the beads of strength still remaining in him, Woohyun pried his wrists free during the precious second he knew Hoya was at his slackest (the tightness of his grips fluctuated with how far he was inside Woohyun) and in a bit of a rough exchange he finally found himself straddling Hoya, reciprocating the same, vice hold on Hoya’s own wrists. Hoya’s mouth was already agape, surprised, gasping, and he was robbed of his breath entirely when Woohyun sank onto his erection. The pain was still difficult to bear but the yield was far over worth it, worth it tenfold, Hoya’s head half hanging off the edge of the bed as he lifted his hips to meet each time Woohyun would seat himself completely onto his dick. It didn’t take long after that, but Woohyun milked the opportunity as much as he could, drawing out his actions to watch Hoya squirm, watch him choke out. He grinned almost wickedly at the way Hoya snapped at him, cutting his words off with a simple grind of his ass against Hoya’s crotch. The curses fell to silence of course when Hoya realized it got him nowhere closer to letting him fill Woohyun from the inside, and soon he was the one begging a little, desperation creeping into his voice. Hoya was the only thing Woohyun heard when he worked himself at a feverish pace onto the younger man’s member until he came hard and uncontrolled against the grooves of Hoya’s torso and his own, having fallen to Hoya’s chest in a moaning heap as soon as he’d realized he was all too close, his frame shuddering with euphoria. Hoya had come mere milliseconds before, still thrusting up through it even when Woohyun had become limp, stilling himself only when he was drained.

“Damn…,” was Hoya’s input as his cock slipped from inside Woohyun, a familiar headiness in the air as they both settled back, Woohyun feeling the raw ache now that his body was left to lapse back into normality – that was, when he didn’t have another man inside him.

Ah.

“You held yourself better than I thought,”

Woohyun snapped out of his trance, his concentration returning to the now rather than being pinpointed on wait what just happened? Hoya was just lying there, all spread out beneath Woohyun, clearly basking in the afterglow. It was a little maddening to see him look so roguish, especially since that was more Woohyun’s thing than Hoya’s, yet at the same time Woohyun couldn’t get enough of it.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, fully aware that Hoya was now taking his time in checking Woohyun out in the nude now that he wasn’t caught up in the flurry of sexual stress and strain that had gotten them here. “Nobody asked you to talk yet,”

“This bed is… you sleep on this?” Hoya propped himself up again on his elbows, unworried about the whitish display of Woohyun’s cum on his abdomen. “It’s rubbish. It looked worse enough to the eye, and now—,”