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pissed off is such an understatement to describe what jeonghan is feeling right now.

they had just finished filming for don’t lie iii. jeonghan had always been good at keeping his emotions but not this time. he couldn’t hide his displeasure at all. jeonghan’s sure that the other members have felt the shift in his behavior but he couldn’t care less, not when he was loathing at the fact that he was betrayed by the one person he thought wouldn’t destroy his trust.

nobody commented but jeonghan felt them walking on eggshells around him. however, jeonghan doesn’t have the energy to soothe them. at least not right now.

after removing his make-up and changing into a more comfortable clothing, jeonghan silently went to the car. he greeted all the staffs with a small smile on his way out but once he was out of the set, his face turned sour upon seeing seungcheol waiting beside the car, all cleaned up. jeonghan wasn’t really in the mood to talk to his boyfriend right now. he still felt hurt when seungcheol sided with the citizens after the words of assurance he whispered to him throughout the show.

jeonghan was contemplating if he should go back inside before seungcheol sees him or just face seungcheol head on. he feared he’d say something that he would regret, but at the same time, he felt like he wouldn’t be able to quell his anger if he doesn’t talk to seungcheol.

sighing, jeonghan decided to just face seungcheol. the latter would still pester him anyway later if he escaped now so might as well do it now so he can get some peace of mind after.

“what are you doing here? your car’s at the corner,” jeonghan said coldly, eyes ablaze with resentment.

seungcheol perked up at hearing jeonghan’s voice, feeling small all of a sudden when he saw jeonghan’s cold stare, “jeonghan…”

“i really don’t want to talk to you right now, seungcheol, but you’re in the way and i don’t think you’d be leaving soon if i ignore you now so make it quick,” jeonghan crossed arms.

“it was just a game, jeonghan,” seungcheol tried to lighten the atmosphere by laughing a little bit, “you know i wouldn’t betray you just like that. it was all for the show.”

jeonghan scoffed, “well, it wasn’t just a show for me.”

“i know, i know,” seungcheol hurriedly said, holding jeonghan’s hands with his. “i’m sorry it had to be that way, but i just thought it would be fun to twist things a little bit. you’ve always been good with mind games, anyway.”

“it’s not about winning the goddamn game,” jeonghan huffed, slapping away seungcheol’s hands. he could feel his blood boiling with the way seungcheol’s treating him right now. “you fucking betrayed my trust and that fucking hurt so much that i couldn’t even control my expressions anymore!”

“jeonghan—” seungcheol tried to reach for his boyfriend but jeonghan blocked his attempt.

“don’t fucking touch me!”

by this time, all the members were finished cleaning up and arrived at the parking lot with jeonghan shouting at seungcheol. everyone was perturbed, especially the younger ones. joshua took a step forward as if he’s a huge wall that can block the members from seeing the two oldest members arguing. he took matters into his own hands and directed everyone back inside with the help of their managers. the managers wouldn’t be able to help anyway in pacifying jeonghan at the moment.

jeonghan rarely gets mad at anyone and if he did, it wouldn’t usually end up with him shouting in anger at them. so, everyone knew this time’s a little bit too complex for them to take. the best thing they can do is to maintain distance.

“jeonghan, stop being petty. this isn’t like you,” seungcheol almost popped a vein but he managed to calm himself down. he saw the members coming out to the parking lot but he was able to make eye contact with joshua who immediately got the message.

even if jeonghan is his boyfriend, seungcheol doesn’t tolerate being treated like this. he just wished he could’ve worded it properly. more than anything, he needs to clear this issue with jeonghan now. if they don’t, it will affect not just their relationship, but the whole group as well and seungcheol doesn’t want that.

“petty?” jeonghan laughed forcibly, brushing his hair away from his face. “okay, call me petty, i don’t care. now, get out of my way and stop talking to me.”

jeonghan tried to brush seungcheol aside but the latter got a hold of his wrist before jeonghan could even enter his car. “let’s talk this out, jeonghan. right now. i know what i did was wrong, that’s why i came here to apologize. i don’t want us to go home holding grudges against each other. so, please talk to me.”

“don’t fucking patronize me!” jeonghan roared, heart constricting at the amount of foul energy he wanted to let out but couldn’t. “are you blind? can’t you see i’m pissed? i’m trying hard to control myself. if you can’t keep my trust, then at least fucking respect my wishes. is that so hard to do? i know i’m one of the oldest, but you don’t expect me to be so forgiving every single time, right? now, fucking let go of me.”

without realizing it, tears were streaming down jeonghan’s cheeks. on top of being betrayed, the frustration he felt for being dictated on what to feel and do suffocated him so much that he felt the need to burst out. it was too unbearable keeping everything in. he doesn’t know why he was betrayed. seungcheol and him agreed to help each other out. everything was going according to plan. seungcheol only needed to follow the plan they laid out initially but why did seungcheol had to switch sides when they were almost at the finish line? where did it go wrong?

jeonghan’s only a human. he has the right to feel frustrated, to feel enraged. who wouldn’t when he was showered with words of assurance just to get stabbed at the back?

“you know, i didn’t care if i win the game or not,” jeonghan muttered, accepting the hopelessness he’s feeling. all the rage he felt was now replaced with resignation. “having you beside me, knowing that you will always choose my side, i was already happy. but when you betrayed me, it was so painful—too painful. my chest felt like it was being crushed literally. it felt like losing you with no guarantee of return.”

and seungcheol regretted it the most, especially now that he’s seeing jeonghan crying in front of him. he’s the reason why his beloved is hurt. he didn’t mean to but he couldn’t deny that his actions did. all seungcheol wanted to do right now is bring jeonghan into his embrace and smother him with all the love he can give. but seungcheol felt incapable, not knowing how to take away jeonghan’s pain.

“i’m sorry, my love,” seungcheol whispered, eyes looking down from where he’s holding jeonghan. he held jeonghan’s hands carefully, afraid that he might break him. bringing them up to his lips, he tentatively kissed jeonghan’s knuckles, a forlorn attempt at asking forgiveness. “i love you, jeonghan. please know that i didn’t mean to hurt you. it wasn’t my intention at all.”

seungcheol held jeonghan’s stare with his own.

it crippled his heart when he saw once again the red-rimmed eyes and the dried tears on his beloved’s face. he freed jeonghan’s left hand in favor of wiping jeonghan’s tears. it was the least thing he can do. eventually, seungcheol couldn’t take it anymore so he gently pulled jeonghan into his arms—embracing him—hoping jeonghan can feel his sincerity. he held him closely, anxious that jeonghan might slip away from him.

“i can say sorry as many times as you want, but i know you’ll just get tired hearing apologies from me every single time. so, let me make it up to you, jeonghan. i won’t promise anything, but i will always follow you from now on. i will do everything you ask of me. i will follow you wherever you go, wherever you need me,” seungcheol said as he held jeonghan’s face tenderly. “can you give me a chance to prove myself to you, my love?”

jeonghan stared at seungcheol’s determined but remorseful orbs before saying, “okay.”

seungcheol was beyond relieved. he nuzzled against jeonghan’s shoulder, muttering his relief and gratefulness, “thank you, jeonghan. i love you.”

sighing, jeonghan returned his boyfriend’s hug, relaxing at the way seungcheol’s scent covered his entire person, “i love you.”

even without seungcheol asking, jeonghan would’ve given him as many chances as he wanted. albeit this affair isn’t enough to break them apart, jeonghan was genuinely hurt and craved attention. his pride might have taken participation but jeonghan wouldn’t let it solely dictate the course of their relationship. it takes two to tango after all.

wonwoo was already at the door, when his husband of three years, soonyoung, called him before he could leave for work.

“mahal, teka.”

“hm? ano yun, mahal?” wonwoo turned his body so he’s fully facing soonyoung.

“wala ka bang nakakalimutan?” soonyoung asked, biting his lips mischievously.

the gesture didn’t go unnoticed by wonwoo as he unconsciously stared at soonyoung’s wet, plump lips. “parang wala naman, mahal.”

soonyoung giggled, “sure ka?”

it took a second before wonwoo’s face broke into a soft smile, “ah, meron pala.”

“hm?” soonyoung was confused when wonwoo started walking towards him. but he didn’t move even if their bodies were just mere inches apart. he just looked up at his husband, eyes curious. “bakit ka lumapit?”

“ito yung nakalimutan ko,” wonwoo said before capturing soonyoung’s lips with his own.

soonyoung was taken aback but soon recovered as he wrapped his arms around wonwoo’s shoulder to support himself. he felt strong arms enveloping his waist, pulling him closer as if wonwoo intended to mold his body onto his own. their lips fought for dominance but soonyoung surrendered after a while, moaning against wonwoo’s mouth when their tongues engaged in a passionate dance.

both were panting when they pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting their reddened lips.

wonwoo stared lovingly at his husband who was sporting a hazy look, clearly pleasured from their intimacy. he let soonyoung lean against his body so his husband can catch his breath. a grin didn’t fail to make way to wonwoo’s face, satisfied at the fact that he was the one who made soonyoung pliant from pleasure in his arms.

“why did you do that?” soonyoung pouts when he finally regained his ability to speak. but the soft blush on his cheeks was evident, a telltale sign of him being in an embarrassed state.

“i almost forgot to give you a goodbye kiss, that’s why i gave you one that will fuel you up for the entire day. i will be away on a business trip after all and won’t be seeing you until later in the evening,” wonwoo laughed when soonyoung attempted to hit his chest.

“ito kasi yung sinasabi ko,” soonyoung presented his palm with wonwoo’s car keys on it. he took a shy glance at his husband before looking down again on his palm and whispering, “but thank you for the kiss anyway.”

wonwoo chuckled which earned a whine from soonyoung.

it was a nice evening for both seungcheol and jeonghan—being surrounded with nature, with friends and the company of each other. it was particularly lovely with the two as the not-so-hidden couple of the group.

the subtle touch of fingers, brushing of shoulders, meaningful eye contact—all of these were loud and clear despite it being brief moments. the rest of the group can feel the love permeating in the air but they didn’t say anything, just basking in the happiness of the two oldest.

the evening became cold as the campfire dims. without saying a word, seungcheol got up from his seat and took his maroon bomber jacket and two blankets from the upper house. the chatters remained loud even when he returned. as the rest enjoyed reminiscing their trainee days, seungcheol wordlessly draped his maroon bomber jacket on jeonghan’s shoulders. the latter jerked from the warmth but slowly eased down when his eyes met his beloved.

as jeonghan was putting on his boyfriend’s bomber jacket properly, seungcheol took a sit. he gently covered jeonghan’s lap with a blanket, making sure the rest of jeonghan’s legs were covered. after draping the second blanket around his shoulders, seungcheol felt jeonghan leaning closer to him. he briefly looked at his lover, eyes shining with love and adoration just by seeing jeonghan being swallowed by his own clothing. with a gentle smile on his face, he took the bottle of soju and poured himself a glass.

jeonghan felt the subtle stare but didn’t say anything nor look back. feeling how hot his face turned, he did not dare show his blushing cheeks, knowing full well he’d melt on the spot from seungcheol’s burning gaze. their attention went back to the group a moment after.

“i’m scared,” jeonghan suddenly whispered just as seungcheol laced their fingers together.

seungcheol looked at him curiously, tightening his hold on his lover’s cold hand, “what are you scared of?”

jeonghan carelessly shrugged, a sigh leaving his lips, “ l’m not sure. i’m too happy right now but all good things come to an end, right? i don’t want to let go of this happiness.”

wordlessly, seungcheol put down his glass so he can gently kiss jeonghan’s temple as he pulled him closer to his embrace, “i feel the same way as you do, hannie. i’m also scared. but you know what? i find solace at the fact that all of us have the same trust with each other to overcome hurdles. it’s normal to be afraid, hannie, but you don’t have to go through it alone. the members and i are here for you just as how you are there for us.”

a soft smile adorned jeonghan’s face, eyes never leaving seungcheol’s side profile who was busy looking lovingly at the other members gathered around the campfire. jeonghan followed seungcheol’s line of sight, smile growing bigger.

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the coffee date was a nice build up to what was about to happen behind the bedroom doors of seungcheol’s apartment suite.

seungcheol was so endearing during their date. he would initiate skinship. he would tuck jeonghan’s hair behind his hair. he would caress jeonghan’s fingers. he would stare at jeonghan lovingly throughout their date. he would listen attentively to jeonghan’s stories. he would chuckle at jeonghan’s cute mannerisms.

you could say that jeonghan is drunk in love at this point.

and as the bedroom doors closed behind seungcheol, jeonghan found himself on his knees as his trembling fingers cupped seungcheol’s clothed erection.

“aren’t you eager, my love?” seungcheol smirked, lifting jeonghan’s face up.

“i want it,” jeonghan mumbled, “i want this.” he said as he leaned his face on seungcheol’s crotch, nosing against the outline of his lover’s dick.

that simple gesture had almost broke seungcheol’s control, but he held himself back, jaws tightening as jeonghan continued to rub against him. “mamaya, baby. now, i want you to show what you got for daddy, hm?”

jeonghan nodded frantically.

seungcheol helped him get up from the floor, huge arms wrapping around his midsection while walking towards the bed. letting go, seungcheol stood a meter away from jeonghan, waiting for the latter’s next move.

knowing just what to do, jeonghan started taking his clothes off one by one, his body swaying to the invisible music from his beating heart. he let his garments scatter on the carpeted floor, absolutely loving the sensual chaos it brought. his nipples immediately harden upon encountering the cold, airconditioned air. he swayed his hips from side to side as he started taking off his pants. when his pants move past his butt, he sat on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving seungcheol as he threw his pants away.

jeonghan was such a sight to behold with his pale skin and red, lace thongs.

seungcheol had to swallow before he could choke on his own saliva. he didn’t expect jeonghan to wear a sexy lingerie underneath. the vibrant red was such a breathtaking contrast with jeonghan’s light-toned skin.

sensing the heightened sexual tension, jeonghan used this opportunity to flaunt himself. leaning back on his elbows, he lifted his legs up and spread them as wide as he could. just the mere thought of showing his vulnerable side had him leaking with pre-cum already but jeonghan didn’t stop there. he grabbed his legs and rested the back of his knees on his inner elbows to lift himself up, letting seungcheol see his dusty pink hole peeking through the panties.

it was safe to say that seungcheol was stupefied and rooted to his ground at the last sheer material that’s covering jeonghan.

and when jeonghan uttered, “fuck me, daddy,” seungcheol completely lost it.

seungcheol immediately slotted himself between jeonghan’s spread legs after removing all his clothes—leaving him on his calvin clein briefs—his crotch contacting jeonghan’s as he pulled his lover into a deep, unforgiving kiss.

jeonghan extremely love how seungcheol’s body entirely covered his own. seungcheol was just so big and so thick in all the right places. the monstrous bulge that was rubbing against his own was doing wonders to his body. the amount of affection and ravaging that was given to his body left him in a feverish state.

tongues intertwined, jeonghan wrapped his arms and legs around seungcheol’s shoulders and waist respectively, pulling him closer. jeonghan let out a shaky breath when seungcheol left his mouth in favor of littering bites and kisses on his exposed neck. every time seungcheol thrusted, jeonghan could feel him nipping against his skin. The pleasure and pain were too unbearable that it had jeonghan crying on the sheets.

seungcheol stopped moments later to admire his handy work. he smiled in satisfaction upon seeing the blooming hickeys on jeonghan’s skin.

“still with me, hannie?” seungcheol murmured against jeonghan’s hair.

jeonghan nodded against his hold, taking the moment to catch his breath.

“okay, tingin ka sakin, baby.”

when their eyes met, Seungcheol bestowed a kiss on Jeonghan’s reddened nose. “do you remember your safe word?”

jeonghan nodded again, “decaf.”

“good boy,” seungcheol rewarded him with soft peck on the lips before standing up. “now, care to tell me who told you to wear this sexy lingerie?”

jeonghan could barely feel the lace against his skin, suddenly feeling shy for putting his own self in an embarrassing position. he puts his knees together and hid his face behind it, not realizing how he looked tantalizing to seungcheol’s eyes. “it was me, daddy,” jeonghan said in a soft voice, letting his eyes peek above his knees so he can see seungcheol. “i want to be a good boy for daddy, so i prepared this present,” his eyes continued to look around, not knowing how to make eye contact suddenly.

seungcheol was absolutely at his wit’s ends seeing the lingerie covering jeonghan’s cute bulge. it was almost sinful to watch an angel on his bed in a skimpy outfit just for his eyes to see. “really, now? why do you want to be a good boy for daddy?” he said as he knelt, hands cupping jeonghan’s exposed butt cheeks. the skin underneath his palm was supple. he stared at it as if he was a moth drawn to a flame that is jeonghan’s blushed skin.

“b-because i love daddy—aah!” He moaned when seungcheol bit on his butt near his crotch area. jeonghan’s tears continued to flow as he stared at the ceiling, body feeling weak as seungcheol mouthed his bulge, biting and licking through the panties. jeonghan could no longer support his legs, arms finally giving out.

thankfully, seungcheol was there to catch his legs, lifting it high enough so his butt was off the bed.

jeonghan was too busy calming himself down that he didn’t noticed how seungcheol had him bent in half with his spread knees at either side of his head and ass on the air. when he opened his eyes, he could only see seungcheol’s silhouette, his lace-covered dick, and his stomach glistening with sweat. “w-what? daddy?!”

“gusto ko makita kung ano pa inihanda mo para sakin. care to show me, baby?” seungcheol challenged, looking like a predator ready to devour his prey.

at this point, jeonghan was way past feeling embarrassed but his face remained rosy as his skinny fingers hovered over the lining of his lace panties and pulling it sideways to reveal his hardened cock and wet hole. he had prepared himself before meeting with seungcheol, leaving traces of strawberry lube behind.

“tangina, ang basa mo na, baby. kanina pa ba ‘to?” seungcheol continued to admire the puckered hole, winking at him in anticipation.

“yes, daddy. i was already wet when i left the house,” jeonghan confessed.

“you’ll be the death of me, jeonghan,” seungcheol muttered under his breath before grabbing a hold of both of jeonghan’s butt cheeks and spreading him open. “malinis. walang buhok. ang lambot pa. sayang nga lang hindi kita makakain. but nevertheless, thank you for preparing for me, baby,” he said, slipping his thumb inside jeonghan.

jeonghan let out a deep sigh at the intrusion, closing his eyes to savor the heat that’s spreading all over his body.

absolutely loving the sounds coming from jeonghan, seungcheol popped his whole thumb into jeonghan’s hole, mesmerized at how jeonghan’s sucking his thumb in. he switched his fingers and let his pointy and middle fingers enter the man underneath him. he put his fingers deep until his knuckles, biting his lips as jeonghan writhed below in pleasure.

seungcheol’s thick fingers opened him deliciously that jeonghan couldn’t control the amount of spit flowing down the side of his lips. his mouth remains open as he let out a silent scream when seungcheol started thrusting his fingers in slow but deep strokes. the snail pace was torture but jeonghan loved how it stretches him until it left his hole gaping for more.

“ahh daddy, uhmm ang sarap—ahh, sige pa, idiin mo pa,” jeonghan sobbed, holding onto seungcheol’s wrist. he arched his back when seungcheol pressed against his prostrate. “ahhh, that’s it, that’s it, please please please—aahh hmmm, lalabasan na ako, daddy ughh hmm…” jeonghan’s body violently shook as he came, painting his stomach and face with his own cum. his mouth was wide open, back arched and eyes hazy with lust and tears. jeonghan wasn’t breathing.

“hey, hey, hey,” seungcheol immediately let jeonghan’s body down and cupped jeonghan’s face, “breathe, baby, breathe,” he coaxed jeonghan to focus on his breathing. “breathe in and breathe out, jeonghan. breathe in. breathe out. easy there, baby,” he said as jeonghan started coughing, taking in deep bouts of air.

seungcheol waited patiently, brushing jeonghan’s hair away from his face. “you good, baby?”

“d-daddy,” jeonghan croaked when he stopped coughing, snaking his shaking, skinny arms around seungcheol’s shoulders to pull him down.

“are you okay, baby? do you want us to stop?” seungcheol kissed jeonghan’s expose shoulder and nuzzled against his neck, wrapping his arms around jeonghan’s waist.

when jeonghan didn’t answer, he slowly lifted both themselves up. jeonghan instinctively clung to him, afraid that he might fall. but seungcheol supported his weight with ease with an arm under jeonghan’s butt. seungcheol made himself comfortable at the center of the bed, back leaning against the headboard all the while jeonghan clung to him like a second skin. not once did jeonghan let go.

at first glance, it was a harmless display of affection with jeonghan sitting on seungcheol’s lap. but it was a different experience as jeonghan could feel seungcheol’s hard cock, slotted perfectly between his butt crack. subconsciously, he started grinding down, letting the friction fire up their cooled down bodies.

“baby?” seungcheol was taken aback when he took notice of jeonghan’s subtle movements.

jeonghan loosened his hold and sat completely on top of seungcheol’s cock, their eyes meeting. “you haven’t come yet. let me help you, daddy. pretty please?”

and seungcheol was weak for jeonghan’s puppy eyes so he let him. In return, he received a kiss on his lips, on his jaw down to his throat, on his collarbones, around his nipples and his six-pack abs. every kiss sent pleasure signals down south so by the time jeonghan arrived at his crotch area, he was already painfully hard from the excitement and anticipation. he jerked when jeonghan caressed his clothed cock, rubbing to the length of his cock. then, he helped jeonghan remove his briefs, letting out a sigh of relief as his cock was freed from the restraints.

“aah,” jeonghan let out a soft moan when seungcheol’s cock sprung right at his face. it was six inches long and almost as thick as jeonghan’s wrist. at its current state, it was proud and angry but jeonghan was the least intimated of it, especially when he had seen such glory and had it rearranged his insides multiple times. he wrapped both of his hands around it, holding the base as he littered the tip with kitten licks.

jeonghan stared seungcheol’s cock with want, admiring the voluptuous head and the veins around its length. he spat on seungcheol’s tip and let his tongue drag from the base up to the top to catch his dripping saliva before swirling his tongue around the head. his ears perked up when seungcheol let out a deep moan, happily slurping on seungcheol’s cock as if it was his favorite strawberry-flavored popsicle.

“fuck, ang sarap niyan, jeonghan ahhh, shit, ang init ng bunganga mo tangina hmm..”

jeonghan took this as his cue to wrap his lips around seungcheol’s tip, taking him inside his mouth while tickling his balls with his fingertips. seungcheol got a hold of his hair but it didn’t stop jeonghan from bobbing his head, taking seungcheol deeper until the tip is touching his throat. jeonghan immediately let the cock out when he felt seungcheol’s thighs trembling under his hand. he gave the angry red cock with kisses before wrapping his hands around it again and flicking his wrist in an up-and-down motion.

“your cock is so big, daddy, i can’t wait for it to be inside me.”

“aahh shit, muntikan na akong labasan dun ah,” seungcheol chuckled lowly, gripping jeonghan’s hair so he can lift his lover’s face up and engage in a deep kiss. as jeonghan continued to play with his cock, his free hand reaches behind jeonghan, grabbing a hold of jeonghan’s bubbly butt. he gave it a few slips that had jeonghan moaning his name against his lips.

“Hmm, daddy—aahh, i want your cock please, ipasok mo na yung tite mo ahmm..” jeonghan begged when seungcheol plunged two of his fingers and scissored wide jeonghan’s hole. “fuck me, daddy, please aaahh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck mee ughh…”

jeonghan almost came but seungcheol pulled out his fingers before he could do so.

“dapa,” seungcheol demanded with a slap on jeonghan’s reddening butt cheeks.

jeonghan immediately complied, crawling so his ass was now facing seungcheol who was still seated by the headboard. he lowered his torso and let his head rest on the bed sideways, shaking his ass with need.

chuckling, seungcheol loomed his figure over jeonghan’s, letting his cock rub against jeonghan’s hole. “ang sexy mo, baby,” he whispered against jeonghan’s ears, “kung nakikita mo lang sarili mo ngayon, mukha kang aso na hayok sa kantot.”

“please,” jeonghan gripped on seungcheol’s wrist beside his head, “give it to me, daddy. ipasok mo na yung tite mo sa butas ko. i want it, please.”

“what do you want, baby?”

“i want your cock to breed my needy hole,” jeonghan cried as he wiggled his butt to chase the friction of having seungcheol’s cock against him.

“i got you, baby,” seungcheol said as held his own cock. “i’ll breed you good until you’re full of my cum,” he said under gritted teeth as he guided his cock inside jeonghan’s hole, pushing past the barrier to ecstasy.

“ahh!” jeonghan screamed at the intrusion. “sige pa—ahh, ipasok mo, idiin mo pa, daddy—ganyan nga aahh!”

seungcheol groaned as the tight heat enveloped his cock, entering jeonghan until all his cock is inside him. he straightened his back and pushed his hair away from his face as he waited jeonghan to get used to his size. he held the urge to thrust so he wouldn’t put jeonghan in anymore pain. the awe was evident on seungcheol’s face upon seeing how his cock got swallowed by jeonghan’s tiny hole. it was magical to say the least and he wouldn’t get tired seeing it repeatedly. it’s also a wonder how jeonghan’s hole can be so tight regardless of how many times seungcheol has violated it with his monstrous cock.

a tap on his thighs had him reeling back from his thoughts. seungcheol looked down to see jeonghan panting while looking at him.

“you can move now, daddy,” jeonghan whimpered, still overwhelmed at how full he felt. his stomach quivered with desire, well-aware that it sheathes seungcheol’s cock in its entirety.

seungcheol leaned down and kissed jeonghan’s cheek, “alright baby, tell me if it hurts.”

he didn’t wait for jeonghan to answer and pulled his cock out until the tip before thrusting back in. he repeated the same motion in the same pace and had jeonghan shaking underneath him again. the deep, slow strokes left heonghan panting and delirious but seungcheol was too focused on stopping himself from cumming right then and there.

“d-daddy!” jeonghan bawled when seungcheol hit his prostrate again.

but instead of taking it slow, seungcheol quickened his pace and repeatedly assaulted jeonghan’s prostrate.

“w-wait, daddy—aahhh, it’s too much, too much—shit hmm…ahh,” jeonghan pleaded but it fell into deaf ears as seungcheol continued his pounding.

“i’m gonna fuck you so bad until I have molded your insides with the shape of my cock,” seungcheol grunted, hips stuttering as he chased his own orgasm. “ramdam mo ba, jeonghan?” He purred against Jeonghan’s ear as his right hand traveled from jeonghan’s hips to his stomach right under his belly button. “Do you feel me inside you? I can subtly feel your stomach bulging in every thrust. don’t worry, I’ll pour every single drop of my cum inside you hanggang mabuntis kita.”

“aahh, s-seungcheol daddy uhmm…”

“masarap ba?”

“oo,” jeonghan weakly nodded, “ang sarap aahh—ang sarap ng tite mo, baon na baon sa butas ko hmm—sige pa, daddy, fuck me more aahhh anakan mo ko!”

seungcheol laughed breathlessly, pressing his fingers on jeonghan’s stomach, “do you want that, baby? gusto mo anakan kita?”

“hmm—oo ahhh, ibaon mo pa ahh sige pa,” jeonghan put his arm on top of seungcheol’s that was around his midsection, fingers lacing with his lover as they caress both the indistinct outline of seungcheol’s cock on jeonghan’s stomach. he moaned when seungcheol tightened his hold around him to mercilessly pound him with deep, fast thrusts. it had jeonghan keeling over from the amount of strength but seungcheol remained glued against his back, his grunts warming his ear.

seungcheol was near. he could feel his stomach churning with an unbearable ache. he immediately grabbed jeonghan’s dick and started wanking him in the same pace as his thrusts. his heightened libido was uncontrollable.

“ahh s-seungcheol hmm…lalabasan na ako haaa¬—fuck!”

“sabay tayo, baby, lalabasan na rin ako—hmm,” seungcheol groaned and tightened his hold around jeonghan, his other hand relentlessly masturbating jeonghan in urgency. “haaa eto na jeonghan—ughh shit, malapit na ako ahh…”

“iputok mo sa loob,” jeonghan hurriedly said, torso meeting the bed once again, submitting himself to dominance.

“fuck!” seungcheol groaned as he finally came, painting jeonghan’s insides with white.

jeonghan screamed into the sheets, body shivering with immense pleasure that it had his eyes rolling to the back. his legs trashed violently while seungcheol was still erratically thrusting into him as jeonghan milked him dry. jeonghan’s body was subconsciously attempting to crawl away but seungcheol had a good grip on him that jeonghan was left writhing within his hold.

seungcheol sighed when he stopped cumming. He loosened his embrace and let their bodies collapsed on the sheets. exhaustion slowly creeped into their system so seungcheol, with the last ounce of strength he possessed, pulled himself out of jeonghan. he removed jeonghan’s soiled lace panties and threw it on the floor. bringing jeonghan—who passed out from their extreme activity—into his arms, seungcheol covered their bare bodies with a blanket.