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I think I'll take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

Another all-nighter. The words bled from the crevices of his mind to the tips of his fingers and onto the screen in front of him. Inside a dark-filled room, like the depths of the ocean itself, the only anchor that could be seen was the light from his laptop.

A soft sigh escaped from his lips as they came apart, his knuckles made contact with the bottom of the silver rim of his glasses, adjusting it before leaning back on his reclining, black chair. 

His gaze poured upon the words he had just typed as if the recurring thoughts in his brain had now been materialised. 

Hongjoong continued to stare at it, his elbows making contact with the arms of the reclining chair as he placed his right cheek over his fist. His lips turned into a pursed one, trying to scour his deprived mind of additional ideas he could put inside the book he has been writing for months now. 

He’s a promising writer for sci-fi books. Ever since he was young, maybe around seven years old, he has always found himself fascinated with movies under the same genre. 

And since then, Hongjoong found himself constantly wanting to create one of his own. Creating a new world inside his head was a piece of cake for him. He could easily tap into each perspective of each character he creates. 

He was living a good and simple life with his family in the province. 

What became incomprehensible to him was the mere fact that, outside the bubble he had created, many people stared at him from a different perspective; they looked at him as if he had gone bonkers. 

The first time he experienced this… bizarre fact was when his mother enrolled him in a school. He was young, of course, and his imagination was akin to a kaleidoscope, bleeding with various colours that one couldn’t even decipher clearly in their dreams. 

Yet Hongjoong can. 

His family has some sort of fondness for him and his creativity—they always doted on him. This made Hongjoong quite confident in himself and his capabilities. 

But of course, this cruel world is full of people too scared to admit who they really are, and when they see someone fully embrace it, they burn with jealousy, wrapping their greedy little fingers around their ankles, pulling them down. 

“What a weirdo.” 

“My mom said I can’t be friends with you because you’re… weird.” 

Hongjoong couldn’t care less, though. 

As long as he has his creativity and imagination, he’s all good. 

“I heard he’s a weird one. But really creative.” 

“Man, are you really that proud of everything you have created? Looks like shit to me.” 

He has endured every single insult that people have thrown at him, stabbing his chest multiple times, no matter how much he tried to brush it all off. Constantly thinking to himself that as long as he has his pen by his side and all the notes he scribbled on his notebook, he’d be fine. 

However, it seems like Hongjoong himself had underestimated just how vicious this universe could be. 

“Fucking retard.” One of his classmates, Ji-ho, spat at him as he breathed heavily. With Hongjoong’s lips tight shut, he bore through it, thinking that they would stop when he didn’t give them any reaction. Yet the way his hands trembled against the cold tiles, drenched in water as its droplets fell one by one from the strands of his dark brown hair, hanging just above his forehead, made the person standing before him add another kick to his stomach. 

Hongjoong’s figure continued to plummet on the wet, white tiles—he kept his jaw tight, heaving, and placed both of his hands once more on the tiles themselves, trying desperately to at least stand back up. 

“You look like a pest squirming after being beaten up. Pathetic,” One of Ji-ho’s devoted followers, In-su, spewed as they were all looking down at the peculiar one as they would consider, his uniform drenched from the pail of water they mercilessly poured on him, possibly destroying the scribbles he had previously done inside his notebook. 

His lips quivered, the coldness running through his veins as his gaze went up to the people he almost swore he could take away if he could right this moment. He wanted nothing more than to give them a taste of their own medicine, yet his own body had betrayed him. 

Laughter erupted inside the boy’s comfort room as Ji-ho began to reach out for the strap that was wrapped around Hongjoong’s shoulder, roughly yanking his own bag from him and opening it. The two searched for its insides, while Hongjoong’s dripping hands reached out, not wanting them to have a glimpse of his sanctuary. 

Yet, as if all the hope he had in this world had been stolen away from him, he couldn’t do anything about it. 

“The fuck are these? Poems? Stories? Bullshit?” He heard Ji-ho’s voice screech like a tyre against the pavement, entering his senses; his tone was laced with heavy mockery. Along with this, In-su’s laughter added once more, gradually enveloping Hongjoong’s system with emotions so intense he’s getting tunnel-visioned. 

How dare they? 

Were all the things he has done so far hurt them in any way possible? 

Was living in his own world bothered them so much that they had to crush it down into pieces? 

What good will they achieve in doing those things? 

Hongjoong couldn’t comprehend, no matter how much he tried to rummage his mind for any possibilities. It always ends up with him being dragged down into fiery pits of rocky lava, flames dancing enticingly, as if wanting him to get burned. 

And he indeed burned. 

Just as an insane dose of adrenaline was injected throughout his system, Hongjoong finally managed to tear himself away from the watery, cold tiles and turn his trembling hands into rock-hard fists, landing a blow on Ji-ho’s cheek. A loud thud bounced off the walls of the comfort room as Ji-ho’s body made contact with the tiled floor, his limbs rippling with the contact. 

That was the first and only time Hongjoong let his own emotions take over. 

It was a terrifying feeling for him. 

It was as if he were being controlled by someone else, and he did not like it one bit. 

Unfortunately, he was expelled from that school, and it affected the future of his academic education overall. Not one did accept a student who was expelled from the sole institution in that humble little province. 

This prompted his family to move into the big city, Seoul. 

It was a shock, at first. That’s for certain. Hongjoong and his family had to navigate the busking daytime streets and electric nights of the country’s capital, mostly leaving them almost begging in the streets for some spare change. 

Thankfully, a family member knew of their situation and decided to help. 

And in there, his mother decided to continue his education. Many schools still frowned upon his past record, as if it were a red paint on a perfectly clear canvas, but there was one that surprisingly accepted him. His uncle from his mother’s side needed to pull some strings in order for him to do so. 

With this, Hongjoong decided to lie low and act “normal” for most years that he spent studying in Seoul. Although the people there were vastly different from the ones he met back in Anyang, he slowly got accustomed to it, even picking up a few of their habits as his own. 

In those years, Hongjoong found himself slowly letting go of the words that once held him with such gentleness and warmth, allowing him to create a world meant for him and him only. In order to be considered “normal” or “average” in the new realm he was forced to step into, he needed to be like… that. 

Yet like a pebble in one’s shoe, the sanctuary he had confided in ever since he was still young kept hanging just behind his mind. 

Always demanding to be noticed. 

Always demanding to be felt. 

As if it were starved of his attention.

Hongjoong couldn’t deny that he yearned for it. But his focus was constantly being clouded by the responsibilities of his reality; he couldn’t possibly escape. Like a chain on one’s ankles, he could walk for a bit, but there’s always a limit. 

Limit. 

He soon became someone tied down to cruelty and the mundane. Every single day of his life looked the same, like a mirror, an infinite one, incessantly showcasing the same damn thing. 

At night, Hongjoong stares at the white ceiling in his own room, softly being illuminated by his yellow lamp as his fingers are intertwined on top of his stomach. His chest was fairly going up and down, yet his mind wandered somewhere all too familiar with him. 

The words he doubtfully left, scribbles of ink from the pens he once liked collecting, his notebook deranged with dog ears in the corners, yet contained the most wondrous pieces of his sanctuary that he created… always found their way to him. 

Taking over his veins, swallowing him alive, and keeping his peaceful slumber away from him. 

Hence, one night, he finally had enough. His feet began to drag him out of the comfort of his bed, making contact with the wooden floor. Every step was careful yet calculated, in such a way that his own feet knew where to take him. And, in a way, they did. Hongjoong pulled the small chair to his study table, taking a seat on it as his elbows were placed on the edge. 

As if it were self-regulating, his hands reached for a notebook placed in the corner, opening it, and wrapping his trembling fingers around the black pen that was sitting just beside it. 

It fits his hand perfectly, like it was made for him. 

That same night, despite the moon growing old, Hongjoong spent it with endless scribbling in the notebook. The words he had been caging within the depths of his mind, ragingly poured with desperation through the ink and tip of it. And although his hand ached, he decided to pay no mind as the weightiness of accommodating every corner of his imagination controlled him mercilessly. 

Since then, Hongjoong decided to continue writing, but did it in the shadows. Even the sounds that seeped from his lips did not hear a thing about the things he creates inside the four corners of his room. 

It remained his little secret. 

A drug to keep him alive. 

College soon came, a lot faster than Hongjoong had anticipated. Yet it seemed like it only came at the right time. 

Because that’s when he finally met his one true friend. 

Jeong Yunho. 

The oblivious yet intelligent blockmate he met at the freshmen event. He was tall, much taller than Hongjoong; he had black hair that usually draped over his forehead, with some of its ends curling inwards and outwards, black-rimmed glasses, and poor style in clothing. 

“Why don’t you try to dress up?” Hongjoong commented, eyeing him up and down as he leaned on Yunho’s bed frame. His best friend looked back at him, eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell do you mean? Do I have a lame sense of style?” He replied, shifting his gaze to the mirror placed just beside his door. 

Hongjoong pushed his bottom lip as he sighed deeply. “Well… you do not have the best one, and that’s the only thing I could say.” He heard his best friend fake gasp, yet looked visibly offended by his statement. “You fucker. I did not ask for your opinion on my clothes!” 

His sheer exasperation made the one sprawled out on his bed, sheets creasing underneath, chuckle lightly, shaking his head. “You’re handsome, Yunho. But honestly, your hideous style is hiding everything you can offer.” Hongjoong explained, now pouring all of his attention on his notebook that was placed on his thigh. 

His best friend kept his mouth shut as he plopped on the edge of his bed, bouncing a couple of times. “Since when do you care about my appearance?” He asked softly, yet the grimace painted on his features was a great contrast. 

Without looking back at him, Hongjoong spoke. “I just don’t like it when people talk badly about you behind your back, that’s it.” 

All of a sudden, a shift in the divot between the pale blue sheets made Hongjoong’s forehead furrow. “You’re a really nice guy, do you know that?” He heard Yunho’s voice interlaced with such gentleness that only his own family provided him engulf his senses. His gaze then turned to his best friend, who was looking back at him as he scooted closer to him. 

His dark brown orbs twinkled against the light passing through the window covered by baby blue blinds. Hongjoong tightened his jaw; the haunting memories he had of his past started creeping behind his back, digging its claws into his skin. 

“...I’m not.” He choked out as he felt his throat going dry, and the fingers wrapped around his black pen became narrowed, the skin surrounding it turning almost white. Yunho scoffed at him, stretching his legs on the tiled floor in his bedroom. “And you’re also a great writer. You should publish that, by the way.” 

Hongjoong snapped his head to Yunho’s direction. Disbelief was greatly evident as his nostrils flared. “Stop lying to my face. You’re only saying that because I’m your only friend.” He spat, almost waiting to hear the other laugh and tell him that it was just a cruel joke. 

Yet he knows deep down that he wanted it to be true. 

Please.

“...I’m not lying. I read some of the things you wrote; you have insane potential, Hongjoong.”  

Those words that seemed too good to be true…

Those words that Hongjoong didn’t even know could exist in this lifetime and be a part of his reality…

Those words that were somehow buried deep inside the depths of his mind, thinking it would never see the daylight once again… came out of the person he deemed close to his heart. 

And even though Hongjoong doesn’t like to admit it, the truth is, something within him wavered, and its aftereffects began to ripple within every corner of his sanity. 

“Dude, you finally did it!” Yunho’s enthusiastic remarks and little jumps displayed themselves once Hongjoong had told him that he, after his best friend’s endless persuasion, had finally sent his manuscript to a small publishing company. A smile made its way to his lips as Yunho’s repetitive attempts to shake him continued. 

“They’re just a small publishing company, though. But it’s better than nothing, right?” He replied as he sat down on the wooden bench. The other sat just across from him, scooting closer to the table with a huge grin on his face. “Of course it is! And you never know, you might be the reason that small publishing company makes it big with your books.” Yunho stated, eyes wide as the moon and placing both of his elbows on the table. 

They had just graduated. Both are unemployed, and both are in dire need to find a job as soon as possible. 

And they should, considering that the work industry in South Korea has been competitive in their generation. 

But it seemed like the two had other plans in mind. 

Hongjoong wanted to be normal, to be of average. To be someone whom other people deem the same as them. He had dimmed his light for God knows how long in order to fit into the narrative that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at. 

However, the more he tried to hide the words that had been reigning in his mind, constantly oozing out of its fissures, enveloping his entire being in a warm embrace, he finds himself almost being driven to a corner, stealing away his capability to stay sane. 

Hence, as if he had no other choice, he began to surrender and let those same words keeping him hostage slowly melt away the unending overcritical stares of the people surrounding him. As those were much, much easier to give up than the sole thing that keeps him alive. 

Hongjoong still tried to look for jobs, though, trying to make use of the degree he earned in those excruciating four years. 

Yet, seemed like his fate was destined to be somewhere else. 

“Well, there’s a small chance for that. But thank you for staying positive always,” Hongjoong answered, giving the other a slight smile. “Did you find a job?” He continued speaking, and as soon as Yunho heard his question, the smile and widened eyes plastered on his features slowly vanished. He also began to slouch his back as his lower lip was pushed outwards into a pout. 

“I still haven’t. Most of the companies I apply to prefer someone with experience. Can you believe it? We’re fresh grads! Of course, we still don’t have any experience.” The frustration was slowly caving in his voice. “We were applying to gain experience, but they’re asking for someone who already has experience; what kind of bullshit is that?” He huffed, crossing his arms. 

Hongjoong began to sneer, finding the exasperation his best friend was presenting weirdly amusing. “Yeah, sucks to be a fresh grad.” He murmured, releasing a tired sigh as every word that dripped right out of Yunho’s lips was something that he had experienced firsthand. 

“Do you think that RG Publishing is open for hiring?” All of a sudden, Yunho asked, seemingly interested in the company that accepted Hongjoong’s manuscript. He tilted his head to the side, curiosity taking over. “Why? Are you going to apply?” He questioned him back while the other just shrugged. 

“I might.” 

He did.

And he got accepted. 

Well, it’s not like Hongjoong didn’t want him to—he was happy for him—but at the same time, he couldn’t help but find it peculiar that the person he spent those years with is now working for the publishing company that’s taking care of his first book. 

It also didn’t help the fact that Yunho was too happy to be there. Hongjoong didn’t remember him as someone sociable; he was mostly the same as him: introverted. Yet as soon as he was accepted into the company, his best friend’s personality turned 180 degrees, giving him whiplash most of the time from the sudden change. 

“You know, you really should pay a visit some time in the company. Most of my co-workers are looking at me as if I have gone insane when I tell them that I do not just know what you look like, but we’re also best friends since college.” He heard Yunho suggest, then he shoved a piece of meat inside his mouth. Without shifting his gaze from the grill, Hongjoong scoffed. “Well, they aren’t wrong. You really are insane.” 

“Hey. I’m one of the people handling your upcoming book. I dare you try to get on my bad side; you’ll regret it.” The other retorted, constantly pointing the ends of his silver chopsticks at his best friend, who was busying himself flipping the meat over and over on the grill. The pointless conversations blurred around them as the faint music from famous K-Pop idols continued to wrap the place in a welcoming but calm ambience. 

“Yeah, I’ll dare to get on the editorial assistant’s bad side named Jeong Yunho,” Hongjoong persistently teased, earning a rolled eye and a couple of head shakes from the other. “Whatever,” He murmured, trapping the cooked meat in between his chopsticks. “Anyway, a new Editor-in-Chief was hired just yesterday.” 

With a creased forehead, Hongjoong finally met his gaze, all the while still flipping the meat with the grill hissing every time he did. “And why do I need to know that?” 

Yunho’s eyebrows raised a bit as he continued chewing. He looked at the other with a flat expression. “I just have a strong feeling that he might be your type.” 

His type? 

What exactly was Kim Hongjoong’s type? 

One might think that he has some sort of weird kink—not to kink shame—but he has never really come clean about this with anyone aside from Yunho. 

To be fair, he didn’t exactly tell him about it. More like, Yunho discovered it by being a curious little shit.  

“Have you ever… fallen in love?” His voice had a hint of curiosity, but all Hongjoong could think of right this moment was how fucking bizarre Yunho’s train of thought must be. So much so that even though he wouldn’t acknowledge its existence explicitly, Hongjoong desired to be able to have a glimpse of how his stupid mind works. 

“What kind of question is that?” He asked in return, disgust spreading across his features. Due to Yunho’s whimsical queries, Hongjoong found himself halting from scribbling in his ragged notebook. 

“I just… I think I like someone.” The other almost whispered in the end, hanging his head low as his arms were placed on his knees. They were currently at the abandoned part of the university, a hideout as they would deem it to be, away from the boisterous crowd that was constantly leaving them overstimulated, and most of the time, they just spent their time in there together. 

“And who is this person, might I ask?” By this time, Hongjoong had finally stopped what he was writing; his own mind was being encapsulated by the clear distress his best friend was portraying. Yunho took a deep sigh as he pushed the black rim of his glasses and shifted his gaze to the man sitting beside him. 

“Song Mingi. The guy… I met in the… um, book club.” He creaked out, closing his eyes shut as he felt the immense embarrassment and guilt for telling his best friend a huge amount of information about himself. 

He didn’t know if Hongjoong was open-minded about these… things since they never had a proper conversation regarding this to know each other’s thoughts on the topic. 

But if Yunho is going to choose, he’d definitely tell Hongjoong about this, even if it meant that he might jeopardise their friendship. 

However, that lone thought had a shadow looming over it that he might not. 

That Hongjoong might not be the type of person who would judge him for having these preferences that were mostly considered deviating from the norm. 

“And? What’s the problem?” His best friend finally replied. Yunho slowly fluttered his eyes open as his once tensed shoulders dropped. “Wait, what? You’re—you’re okay with me b-being… gay?” He asked in disbelief while the other just stared right back at him, jaw tightening, and eyes swimming with the kind of expression that asks ‘are you serious?’. 

“I’m also gay, you dipshit.” 

“...Fuck you.” 

The smile that was forming on Hongjoong’s lips began to grow into laughter as he threw his head back, letting his body fall onto the ground they were both sitting on. “Fuck you too! That’s such a homophobic response coming from a homosexual like you.” He exclaimed, sitting back up breathlessly. 

Yunho’s eyes followed him, mouth agape as a small smile was also becoming prominent on his features. “I was so nervous you wouldn’t accept me, that’s why!” He began to argue as he plastered his slender hands on his face with relief. 

“Me? Not accept you? Bitch, I’m gayer than you.” Chuckling lightly, Hongjoong replied as he began to pick up the notebook that was now lying face down on the ground. “I’m actually surprised you didn’t notice it.” 

The other halted what he was doing as his gaze roamed around the place. It was mostly quiet, yet the muffled noises coming from the university building itself were uncontrollably seeping through the cracks and inevitably flowed to the wind. “Well… I guess I was too focused on my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed.”

He heard the other snicker beside him, crossing his legs and placing the notebook on top of it. “What was your question again? Have I ever fallen in love?” Hongjoong stated, pouring his attention on the scenery in front of them. “...I haven’t.” He confessed. 

And as if it was something that was buried deep in Yunho’s expectations, his eyes widened at his best friend’s response. “Y-You haven’t?”

“Yeah, I just… fuck the person I’m attracted to.” 

“You what?!” 

His head snapped to his side, an awkward chuckle bleeding out of it. “What? It’s just something that I do sometimes.” He shrugged, like it was something he does normally. To be fair, it seemed like that for Hongjoong, yet Yunho couldn’t say that the same thing goes for him. 

Silence wrapped both of them for a couple of minutes as he let his best friend sink in the answer he just dropped on him. 

“...Wait, so… you’ve had experience with sexual intercourse?” Yunho asked one of the main questions he desired to respond to. A smirk made its way to his lips as he leaned on the wall behind them. “Why, of course.” 

“How does it feel getting fucked from behind?” One of Hongjoong’s eyebrows raised at what he heard. “What do you mean?” 

His best friend’s head began to twitch, like a computer suddenly lagging. “B-But you said—you—”

“So, you assumed that I’m a bottom?”

“W-Well, no–wait, I—are you not?” 

The smirk that was once settling on his thin lips formed into a huge, cunning grin as the tip of his tongue swept across the inside of his cheeks. “Yunho… my little gay best friend—bottoms don’t have a default look; it doesn’t mean I look like this, I can’t be the top, okay? And doesn’t mean you look like that, you can’t be a bottom or vers—I’m not sure what you want to be.” The other suddenly began to cover his chest with his arms crossed over one another. 

“I-I’m not a bottom!” He exclaimed with his eyes widened, as though Hongjoong said something that did not resonate with him. His eyebrows began to furrow, shifting in his seat to fully face his best friend. 

“Why do you look so repulsed by the probability that you might not be a top?” Hongjoong began to question while the other blinked a couple of times, his Adam’s apple becoming prominent as he gulped nervously. “B-Because w—umm—uh…” 

“Yunho,” His voice becoming a lot deeper now, indicating that he’s about to say something that his best friend shouldn’t take lightly. “I hope you wouldn’t think of being a bottom as something that you’re at a disadvantage in. You can explore your preferences, don’t cage yourself with the narratives that people around you make.” Hongjoong said further, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

“...Okay…” He answered in a soft, but breathless voice. “...What are your preferences then? If you don’t mind me asking.” Yunho opened another topic once more. Seems like this was the first time he was able to talk to someone else who had much more experience than him, and he’s making the most of it with his… unusual queries. 

“Preferences? In what? Sexual partner or sex as a whole?” The other tried to clear out, not even having an ounce of embarrassment from the vulgar words that were continuously oozing out of his mouth. 

“...Both…” The other almost whispered, lowering his gaze as his ears became red. Hongjoong pursed his lips, trying to scour his mind for a detailed answer that he could give to his best friend. “Hmm… I mostly like to top, but if my sexual partner is not comfortable with that, I can be a vers. I just like topping overall. And when it comes to my ideal sexual partner, I prefer someone older than me, bigger than me… wears suits, prim and proper… so that I could ruin those when it’s only just the two of us.”  

“My type? Why? Is he like a DILF?” Hongjoong asked, chuckling lightly as Yunho might be stating something of an overstretch here. For the past few years that he has had sexual intercourse with different people, he hasn’t really found the perfect one just yet. 

The one who was able to tick all of the boxes he had in mind. 

So, for his best friend to say something like this on a whim, Hongjoong has doubts about it. 

“Yeah. I had to look up what a DILF is, but that’s exactly how I would describe him. As well as my other co-workers.” The other responded, placing his phone face down on the table. “And yeah, I have already confirmed that he’s single and he’s like… thirty-six years old. I’m not particularly certain what age is still considered fuckable for a sex demon like you, but I think that’s still something that could make you horny enough to have intercourse with them.” 

With the series of profanities continuously seeping out of his once-innocent best friend, Hongjoong couldn’t help but burst into laughter. 

“What the hell are those words?! What happened to my sweet angel baby Jeong Yunho?!” Teasing him jokingly, Yunho began to send daggers in his way as he reached out for the lettuce that was placed near Hongjoong’s side. “Stop babying me, just because you’re older than me. I’m also not that virgin gay that came out to you during our second year of college anymore.” 

Yet what he got was just a chuckle from his best friend in return. 

“So, would you like to meet him?” He asked him once more, making himself a wrap before shoving it inside his mouth. “Hmm…” Hongjoong pondered, finally eating a meat himself. He began to chew a couple of times before gulping. “I’ll pass. He might be straight.” 

Yunho stopped what he was doing and stared at his best friend, who was now pouring all of his attention on the multiple pieces of meat he was grilling. 

“He’s… gay.” Those two words that dripped right out of his lips made the other meet his gaze once again. With the metal thongs still in between his fingers, Hongjoong blinked slowly, somehow trying to register those two words that his best friend just shot in his way, unprecedented. 

“...How’d you know?” 

“I talked to him.”

He tilted his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing, and completely abandoning the poor meat that was continuously sizzling on top of the grill in order to accommodate the topic that his best friend brought up out of the blue. 

“Since when did you initiate a conversation with another person aside from me?” 

Yunho glanced at him; his expression was flat, as if he was tired of his best friend treating him like a delicate figurine. “Kim Hongjoong.” The tone of his voice was serious, but not too serious for the man sitting across from him to feel as if a tension was brewing between them. “I’m not a fucking child. How many times do I have to tell you that?” 

Hongjoong chuckled at him, putting the meat on the white plate near Yunho. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” He said reassuringly, putting his hands up, as if he was surrendering and going back to grilling the meat. “What did he say?” 

“That he’s gay.”

“You already said that.”

“—But he has never done it with a man. I wasn’t finished, just so you know.” The other added, despite Hongjoong cutting him off in the middle as he stuffed his mouth once more with the meat his best friend was grilling. 

“Wait, what?!” 

“And that’s why we don’t interrupt when other people are talking.” 

“Wait, are you serious, Yunho? How the fuck is he gay but he hasn’t done it with a man before?” This time, his tone was getting louder, catching the attention of the people sitting near them. 

“Shut the fuck up, I know we’re homosexuals here, but can you tone it down a bit?” Still chewing on the grilled meat, Yunho lowered his upper body as he leaned on the table, hissing at his best friend. On the other hand, the other was staring right back at him with eyes widened like the full moon, absolutely not giving a few flying fucks if someone else overheard their conversation. 

“Just answer my question—”

“Yes! Yes, he hasn’t done it with a man yet because he came from a household where being gay is frowned upon, and he almost got married to a woman, but ditched her and everyone else on the day of their wedding—fucking happy?!” He whispered harshly, still keeping his upper body close to the table, as his gaze was constantly going back and forth just to see if the people were still looking at them. 

“Huh…” Was the only response Hongjoong could muster. 

There’s a person like… that? 

The conversation he had with Yunho that night dawned on him like a stain on a white shirt. It seemingly hung itself at the back of his mind, hovering over his consciousness as he stared at the white ceiling in his room. One of his hands was placed at the back of his head, his limp body creating dents on his black sheets. 

He was supposed to be writing at this time, but he found himself not being able to, for the unwavering thought continuously running in his veins was making itself prominent in the most demanding way possible. 

Someone like him couldn’t possibly fathom the fact that it was someone’s reality. 

Yet he also couldn’t brush off the feeling of wanting to meet the person Yunho told him. 

Just then, the sounds of tiny rocks crumbling under a couple of car tyres entered his senses, yanking him back to reality, and possibly catching a bit of his attention as his head suddenly turned to his window. 

Seems like his neighbour just got home. 

His gaze then shifted to the digital clock placed on his study table just beneath his bedframe, and it flashed “3:10 am”. 

Hongjoong, although he knows he shouldn’t wonder too much about this, often thinks about what kind of occupation his neighbour has. He hasn’t been living in this house for too long, maybe a little over three months now, and the first time he saw this neighbour of his was something deeply engraved in his mind, for some obvious reason. 

He could remember himself deciding to call it a day as soon as he saw the sun creeping in the clouds, slowly taking over. Yet before he could even peacefully stride his way back to his bedroom, a couple of massive moving trucks parked themselves in front of his house. With this, he found himself going back to the living room, trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening outside.

There, he saw a couple of workers carrying huge boxes and wobbling their way inside the mansion-like house standing tall and confident just across from Hongjoong’s. He wasn’t aware that someone had finally bought it, but he also felt that it was about time someone did. 

Casting his gaze upon the once-abandoned mansion just across from him in the middle of the night isn’t exactly the best scenery if one asks Hongjoong. 

Aside from the workers incrementally carrying the boxes from the trucks to the house, a man dressed in a perfectly ironed suit and slicked-back long hair stepped outside of the shadows. A sweet and gentle smile was a great contrast to his striking features as he began to greet the workers with a slight bow. 

If Hongjoong was being entirely honest, as he leaned on the wall just beside the window with an empty cup settling in between his fingers, he would openly admit that he was exactly his type. 

Yet during that time, his brain was too tired to even process what he was gazing upon. Hence, with that unfinished thought being pushed to the side, Hongjoong decided to entertain the need and desire to fall into a deep slumber more. 

Consequently, the same unfinished thought began to continually dominate his entirety every time he heard those car tyres making contact with the pavement—as if he was being conditioned to do so. 

And whenever it does, Hongjoong was standing just by his window, his cup half full with black coffee, yet his gaze was glimmering with the burning relish to have a glimpse of those blunt features once more. 

But to his surprise, his neighbour usually comes out of his black car with his head hanging low, strands of his once-perfectly styled hair hanging just above his forehead as he drags both of his feet inside his house. 

Which, of course, only made the immense urge erupt within his system much more. 

“I couldn’t believe this day would come,” Yunho gushed as they took careful steps against the white floor, heels clicking. “You’re such a loser,” His best friend teased with a smirk forming on his lips, turning to the corner and standing in front of the elevator. 

They are currently at RG Publishing, the same publishing company that accepted Hongjoong’s manuscript and published his first book. Since then, a young writer like him has made enough noise in the writing industry under the genre of sci-fi. 

Alongside this, it also made RG Publishing a serious threat to other publishing companies, making them the real deal when it comes to publishing books. 

Hongjoong’s books could be deemed as… otherworldly by his readers. The writing industry had been stagnant, to say the least, with most of the authors constantly tiptoeing in the usual marketable genres that, in time, the readers themselves yearn for something that will shake their entirety. 

And with Hongjoong suddenly coming into the picture, its ripples took effect more than he expected. 

Aside from making staggering plots and unique characters, there is another thing that people consider charming about him. 

That is the fact that no one has seen his face before. 

He doesn’t really have any social media accounts as he thinks that those things are a waste of time. Adding to this, Hongjoong hasn’t personally promoted any of his books; he mostly leaves it to the marketing team of the RG Publishing. 

Hence, his arrival at the publishing company in his own will, in the flesh, is something that even Yunho considers out of the ordinary. 

As soon as both of them reached the third floor, where the main office resides, the two were met by an organised hallway. A long nude carpet was placed on it with a few large ceramic vases containing plants that somehow liven up the office itself. 

To the side, Hongjoong saw multiple employees constantly walking back and forth; some had the telephone glued to their ears, while some were holding a stack of papers. They all seemed to be in their own worlds, as if nothing was worthy enough to pierce through it. 

“Guys! I have someone I want you to meet.” Yunho’s thick voice emanated inside the office, bouncing off the corners, and successfully catching the attention of each employee as they halted everything they were doing. Their gazes began to burn on Hongjoong’s face as they stood still. 

“I want you all to meet… Kim Hongjoong. The author of “The Muse of Seas and Light”, and of course, my best friend.” An enthusiastic tone lay just beneath his best friend’s voice as a huge grin was plastered on his features. From a flat, yet with a hint of curiosity, their faces creased into surprised ones. 

“Oh my gosh! That was you? You were the one who wrote that book?” One of the female employees exclaimed, almost dropping the stack of papers she was holding. A shy smile began to make an appearance on Hongjoong’s features as he scratched the back of his head. 

“Y-Yeah, that was me. Nice to meet you all.” He replied as the other employees began to gradually swarm him like bees with honey. 

“I didn’t expect that you’d be this handsome! I thought you were hiding your face because you’re unattractive,” The other employee commented, chuckling lightly as she did. Hongjoong chuckled as well, to be polite, but he honestly didn’t know how to respond to that statement. 

Was she complimenting him or…?

Well, no need to overthink about that. 

Maybe they were really just surprised since this is the first time he showcased himself as the author of The Muse of Seas and Light. 

“What’s happening? Why did everyone stop what they were doing?” A thick, much thicker than Yunho’s, and a deep voice struck out from the side, making everyone’s attention shift to the direction it came from. And with the tiny gap Hongjoong could peep into, he saw a man, dressed in a perfectly ironed suit and tie, appearing near the pantry. 

“M-Mr. Park!” Yunho stammered. “I-I… I was just introducing my—um, my best friend and the author of The Muse of Seas and Light to everyone.” He continued, placing his hand on his best friend’s back and giving him a bit of a nudge to step forward. 

Mr. Park’s gaze was sharp yet expectant as he squinted and waited for the author Yunho mentioned to appear from the employees crowding him. 

As soon as their eyes met halfway, they both widened; one out of surprise and the other out of amusement. 

He’s the one who moved to the mansion just across from Hongjoong’s!

And his name was… Mr. Park?

“That’s the DILF I was talking to you about. Exactly your type, right?” From the man standing before him, his gaze turned to his best friend, who was by his side. Once he did, he flashed him a knowing smile, even wiggling his eyebrows for a bit, full of mischief. 

He wasn’t wrong. 

Not only was the man his neighbour, whom he initially thought was his type, but he was also the same guy Yunho mentioned that he thought was also his type. 

Well, that’s enough confirmation, isn’t it?

“You’re the Kim Hongjoong?” Mr. Park’s smooth and silky voice entered his senses, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Good Heavens, you are handsome! And you are an amazing, amazing writer. I’m a fan of your works.” He continued, reaching his hand out with a smile on his full and rosy lips. 

“I’m Park Seonghwa. Since you don’t technically work here, you can call me Seonghwa-nim. It’s very pleasant to meet you.” Just like what he witnessed on the day Mr. Park moved just across from his house, the immense juxtaposition of his features to his demeanour is enticing for someone like Hongjoong. 

The way his perfectly ironed suit does not have any dents or creases, to his slicked back hair that he envisions dishevelled against the white pillows with its strands sticking in different directions as he whimpers underneath his touch. 

And his black necktie that’s sitting quietly yet prominently on his neck—Hongjoong wanted nothing more but to untie it and wrap it around his wrists as he held onto it, all the while thrusting deep inside the man. 

A gentle smile crept upon his thin lips as he received the hand Mr. Park was holding out, squeezing it just enough for the other to feel its warmth. 

“I prefer to call you Mr. Park, if that’s okay. And the pleasure’s all mine.” His gaze, which he was pouring upon the man, was soft, yet Mr. Park could sense something more interlaced around it. 

Dominance.

It seemed like Hongjoong was asserting dominance over him. 

He blinked a couple of times before gulping nervously, feeling the warmth of the other’s hands starting to burn on his skin as he pulled away. “Y-Yes—um, t-thank you for paying us a v-visit in our o-office.” Mr. Park’s gaze began to avert from the young, attractive man standing before him, to the employees watching every move they make closely. 

“W-We should get b-back to work.” A quivering smile appeared on his full lips as he began to clap his hands together a few times, prompting the employees to go back to what they were doing before Hongjoong stepped inside their office. 

And that was when Hongjoong knew that he immediately got underneath the man’s skin. 

Hence, this wasn’t the last time he visited their office. It became a routine for him to do so every once in a while that whenever he did, the employees’ faces lit up like candles, but the opposite happened for the editor-in-chief. He constantly hides inside his own office whenever Hongjoong’s familiar figures settle in his vision. 

Mr. Park wasn’t particularly certain what’s with the young man, but the way he presents himself in his dark and grungy, street-style kind of outfit is sending tingling sensations within his system—something he hasn’t felt before. 

And the way his lips stretch into a thin smile, as well as his piercing gaze, triumphantly seep through the crevices of his mind, leaving a lasting impression that even when he’s within the silent walls of his mansion, Hongjoong’s face is still engraved in every corner he gazed upon. 

It also didn’t help that the author kept visiting their office in the least of his expectations. One time, he was idling at the pantry, making himself a cup of coffee. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Park,” The cup he was holding onto began to tremble as they sat in between his fingers. With a pair of widened orbs, he slowly turned in the direction the soft and airy voice came from. 

And there he was, leaning by the door frame with a damn smirk on his lips as his hands were inserted in his pockets. He was wearing a gray-colored oversized shirt with red letters imprinted on it, a pair of dark green cargo pants, a black belt surrounding his waist, and a pair of combat boots. 

Aside from the grungy outfit he usually has, Hongjoong also has a way of accessorising himself, most of which were jewellery Mr. Park did not even think would pair well together. However, they seemed to be well put together when it was on Hongjoong’s skin. 

“H-Hongjoong-ssi!” The editor-in-chief blurted out as he gulped, fully facing the man staring at him. “Having a cup of coffee alone in the pantry?” With his head tilted to the side, he took a few steps towards him. “Would you mind if I join you?” 

“U-Um… no, of course not. Please, take a s-seat.” Mr. Park mumbled, his breath shaking as he made use of his two hands to support the base of the cup filled with the coffee he just brewed. The younger one held onto the chair on one of the tables inside the pantry, dragging it backwards and taking a seat just like what he told him to. 

Mr. Park settled himself in front of the other, placing the cup on the table itself. 

“Can I come to your house tonight?” Flabbergasted was a word that Mr. Park deemed to be an understatement when those words dripped right out of Hongjoong’s lips in the most unexpected timing possible. “W-What? What did you just say?” He asked, yet he knows deep down that he heard the author clearly. He just did not know what kind of answer he would give to the other.

Would he let him in his house? 

Or… not?

Judging by the pace of their transpiring connection—or whatever he could describe this thing going on between them—Mr. Park, if he would choose to be entirely honest, would say yes in a heartbeat. 

He’s deeply attracted to the young man meeting his gaze, but some recurring thoughts constantly pop into his mind. 

Would Hongjoong be okay with the age gap that they have? 

Does Hongjoong find him attractive as well?

Would the man be repulsed if he knew that Mr. Park did not have any experience with a man? 

Yet those thoughts seemed to melt away into nothingness when he saw the other place his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, still showcasing a cheeky smile on his thin lips. 

“I’ll come to your house tonight. I feel like I could focus if I’m there, and besides,” The author stated, as if it was a done deal. “I need you to see the manuscript I’m working on—check if there are errors I could change before I submit it. What do you think, Mr. Park?” With those dark brown orbs of his that he somehow knows to use to his advantage, Mr. Park knew that the author had driven him to a corner and had no plans on letting him escape. 

“I’m sorry if the inside was messy. I wasn’t able to clean yesterday,” The older one spoke as he placed his dark brown suitcase on the white sofa. The interior of the mansion that Hongjoong was only able to witness before today was something he would describe as dubious. 

In contrast to the white painted exterior, the inside had a dark ambience. Most of the furniture was leaning on the modern side with a hint of being minimalistic. However, one still wouldn’t be able to deny that the place itself was spotless. 

Aside from this, a whiff of musky and earthy scent began to enter his senses. Similar to the scent that he always faintly receives from the older man. The musky and earthy scent was mixed with something else, though. And it was a scent that Hongjoong had a hunch about, yet did not receive a confirmation until he set foot inside Mr. Park’s humble abode.

Cigarettes and alcohol.

His gaze turned to the small glass table sitting in the centre of a furry carpet. There, a glass of an unfinished drink greeted him and beside it was a transparent tray with a few used cigarettes. 

With his eyes still fixed upon them, Hongjoong sat on the white sofa. His arms were placed on top of his thighs. 

Let’s go back a little bit and assess the boxes Hongjoong would put a tick on if ever Mr. Park agrees to have sex with him. 

Taller than him? 

Check.

Older than him?

Check.

Wears suits and ties? 

Check.

Prim and proper?

Check.

Smokes? 

Not a part of the criteria, but it’s still fucking hot, so check.

Drinks alcohol?

Again, not a part of the criteria, but somehow it makes this freaky little gay fuck want to shove his dick right up in the older man’s ass until he could feel every vein within his insides. 

Too much? 

Nope, just enough for Hongjoong to feel his dick making its salient appearance underneath his dark green cargo pants. However, the other might feel staggered upon knowing this information. Hence, the younger one tried to cross his legs, in hopes of hiding the erection gradually building within him. 

“I don’t have any… non-alcoholic drinks as of the moment, so… here’s a glass of water.” As if it were on cue, Mr. Park appeared behind the dark-painted wall with a glass of water, setting it down on the table in front of him. 

Still keeping his bulge inside, Hongjoong gave him a small smile. “Thank you, Mr. Park.” He replied as the other just nodded, loosening the black tie that was neatly wrapped around his neck. 

“...Fuck.” 

“Hmm?” 

The author’s eyebrows began to raise as his heartbeat quickened. The thought that he was supposed to just keep within the walls of his mind suddenly found a hole it could crawl into and managed to escape. 

“U-Uh, nothing! Nothing. Just… gonna sit on the c-carpet and work on the manuscript.” With an awkward smile, Hongjoong got a hold of one of the pillows on the white sofa and placed on his stomach as he slid himself down to sit on the furry carpet. 

Then, he reached out for his black shoulder bag and picked up his laptop, putting it on the glass table. 

“Are you sure? You can work on—”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Thank you, Mr. Park,” The other interrupted hastily as he plastered a huge grin on his face this time around, hoping that the older man wouldn’t find anything unusual with his behaviour. 

Yet of course, he did. 

But decided to just brush it off. 

The two were mostly wrapped in silence, with the younger one constantly being encapsulated with the burning desire to pin the other down, and the older one cautiously staring at how the author’s fingers were skillfully typing upon the letters of the keyboard of his laptop, as every single one had a ring on it. 

It hadn’t occurred to Mr. Park that someone like Kim Hongjoong, with his unusual yet bold style of clothing, would shake him to his core. 

But it did.

And it was spreading throughout his system exponentially every second that passed by. 

“Mr. Park,” The familiar soft voice erupted in his senses, making his gaze fall upon the author who was sitting upon the furry carpet, his eyes looking right back at him. “Y-Yes?” He answered, standing from the dining table that was located adjacent to the white sofa. 

“I’m not sure if I should put this detail here or… should I put it in the next few chapters? I’m having a hard time deciding; what do you think?” He asked as the editor-in-chief plopped onto the sofa, just beside Hongjoong. 

He scooted closer, his arms were placed on his knees, as his gaze was fixed upon the words that were typed on the once clear document on the screen. 

His plump lips were agape, moving slightly, and mouthing the words he was reading. 

“I think it’s okay if you put that detail there. But maybe don’t reveal too much—just enough for the reader to still have room to ponder.” Mr. Park suggested, leaning backwards and shifting his gaze back onto the author, who was still staring at him. 

Without breaking their eye contact, Hongjoong placed his arms on the white sofa as he rested his chin on it. “Have I told you how attractive you are, Mr. Park?” 

The other’s breath began to hitch, from a normal pace, his heartbeat became insanely fast, as if he had just run a marathon and came back. “W-What? Um… no,” He answered, eyebrows furrowing and chuckling awkwardly. As though he was trying to ease the tension that was forming in the atmosphere. 

The younger one’s eyes began to flutter slowly. “You’re handsome, Mr. Park.” 

He blinked multiple times, gulping nervously, and making his Adam’s apple prominent to the other. His once perfectly ironed suit was now slightly creased, with some of its buttons undone, just enough for Hongjoong to have a glimpse of his neck and collarbone. 

“T-Thank y—”

“Have you ever been with a man before?” 

For the nth time since this guy entered his life, Mr. Park found himself at a loss for words. Kim Hongjoong had always been straightforward with his statements since they first met, and somehow, some way, someone like Mr. Park wasn’t used to this—maybe that’s why he kept running away from him. 

The mocking and disgusted stares of the people he once loved were being poured upon him bitterly. 

The doubts they expressed when he, himself, had told them that the marriage wasn’t something he desired.

The glossy eyes are being mirrored by the woman they entrapped within their sick culture and tradition for the sake of keeping it alive.

Not even batting an eye if someone has thought of ending their own life in the process. 

If someone like him has thought of ending his own life…

Maybe that’s why he finds Hongjoong bizarre; yet in a way, maybe he was also jealous of his courage. 

Maybe…

“I… well, I haven’t been with a man before. Why?” He responded, the tone of his voice was soft, almost murmuring the answer to himself as the familiar wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him. 

Hongjoong tilted his head to the side, a mischievous smile still settling on his thin lips as his eyes looked up at him. “Do you want to?” 

The older one shifted in his seat; the warmth that the author’s skin was emanating was becoming too much for him. “U-Um… I-I—I guess, I want to.” 

If Hongjoong was being entirely truthful, that was the signal he was waiting for. 

Hence, without even wasting any more seconds—as he thinks he has already wasted a ton—he began to wrap his hands around the older one’s gently, planting a light kiss on the back. As soon as his lips made contact with the other’s skin, he felt Mr. Park twitch for a bit, and this earned a satisfied smile from the author. 

“Would you like me to be the first man for you to be with?” He asked once more, closing his eyes and placing a trail of butterfly kisses on the other. 

“U-Um… uh…” Meanwhile, Mr Park tried to ground his floating mind as his focus was clouded by Hongjoong’s soft lips constantly pressing against his skin, the warmth slightly burning him and leaving him almost gasping for air. 

“Hmm, Mr. Park?” The author cooed, placing the back of his hand on his cheek as he finally fixed his gaze upon him once more. Gulping nervously, Mr. Park attempted to choke out a comprehensible answer. 

“...Y-Yes…” The confirmation that Hongjoong was painfully anticipating finally dripped right out of the other’s lips breathlessly. He then began to stand up from the furry carpet, still maintaining eye contact as he hovered over the man, making Mr. Park lean back on the white sofa. 

With his hands placed just beside Mr. Park’s head, creating a rivel against the white cloth, Hongjoong leaned closer, surrendering to the desire to close the gap between them. 

“W-Wait,” The older one made him halt, putting his hands gently on the author’s chest. “What is it, Mr. Park?” His voice was still soft as his gaze followed the other. “I-I… I—would you l-like me to top you?” The question that he meekly creaked out made Hongjoong break into a light chuckle, as he placed his head on Mr. Park’s chest. 

“Since this is your first time, I’ll give you the chance to figure out what you prefer,” Hongjoong suggested, taking a whiff of the musky and earthy scent with a hint of cigarettes as he leaned in his ear. “I’m a top, Mr. Park. How about you let me top you first, and if you don’t like it, let’s compromise and meet halfway with something vers?” A kiss was pressed upon his ear, making his breath shiver as the delightful sensation of a warm and wet tongue followed. 

“I need words, Mr. Park,” Hongjoong whispered once more as he continued to place kitten licks on the older one’s earlobe. 

“O-Okay… l-let’s do that,” Mr. Park responded, almost melting under the other’s light yet alluring touches. 

“Tell me,” The author continued to speak, as his lips grazed upon the editor-in-chief’s cheeks, pressing them momentarily and creating a path to his nose and cupid’s bow. The older one began to pull his lips apart, awaiting Hongjoong to finally capture it. 

“What are your preferences? Do you have kinks, Mr. Park?” 

Is he for real? 

The one underneath him was constantly chasing his breath as his mind was getting hazy, and he expected him to come up with a coherent answer? 

Mr. Park was uncertain what kind of drug the younger one injected into his veins, yet he continuously followed the other’s lips, as if he were starved for it. 

“Um… I… I like it when m-my partner praises me…” 

“Hmm, praise kink. What else?” 

“T-Then… occasionally, they can also insult me.” A smile made its way on the author’s lips as he hovered over the other, his warm breath spreading upon the older one’s plump lips. 

As though his mind was slowly but surely being taken over by the younger man’s entirety, Mr. Park felt himself wanting to close the excruciating gap between them. 

Eager to surrender to the immense desire to claim every corner of his being, as if it were his sole purpose in this lifetime. 

And he indeed surrendered.

The kiss they shared was hungry, almost chasing the longingness to feel a little bit of satiety as the older one began to roughly suck on the author’s bottom lip, biting it in the process. From leaning on the white couch, Mr. Park began to sit straight, his arms wrapping around Hongjoong’s waist, pulling him closer. 

“Woah there, tiger.” The younger one pulled away, yet the other still tried to catch a glimpse of Heaven with his lips, so Hongjoong had to firmly place his hands on his chest. 

Mr. Park’s hooded eyes shifted from the author’s sore lips to his eyes; his chest was heaving hastily as he gulped. 

“I’m still not yet done with asking you the questions I needed to know,” Hongjoong stated, a commanding yet still gentle presence oozing out of his voice. Which then made the other glance upon him, lips parted, and catching his breath. 

“W-What do you need to know?” 

“…Do you like edging?” Mr. Park stared at him blankly, still hungover by the kiss that had happened a while ago. “E-Edging?” 

“Yeah, I like doing that to my sexual partners,” Hongjoong answered, putting all of his weight on Mr. Park’s thighs, sensing his throbbing bulge underneath. His arms were wrapped around the older one’s neck as he continued to speak. 

“Orgasm edging is when you constantly put your sexual partner in the peak of the intercourse, then… deny the access of having an orgasm.” As soon as the last few words seeped out of his cherry lips, Mr. Park saw how Hongjoong’s gaze twinkled with delight and satisfaction. 

Which then made him feel a mixture of emotions. 

Fear and… lust. 

“I-I haven’t tried that yet…” He confessed, while the other just nodded, pressing his warm palm on his cheek as his thumb began to caress it. 

“I know, Mr. Park. That’s why I’m asking for your consent if you want to try it out… with me.” 

Mr. Park wasn’t exactly a virgin. He has done it a couple of times, but only with women. And in those times that he did, there was this constant, looming thought of “what ifs” appearing repeatedly within the corners of his mind. 

What if… he did it with a man instead? 

Will things be different? 

At thirty-six, with little to no skill when it comes to flirting, Mr. Park thought that maybe he wouldn’t be able to answer those queries that we’re continually haunting him in this lifetime.

Until this guy entered his life. 

Gulping to ease his dry throat, Mr. Park gave him a nod. “Okay, let’s try that as well.” 

A smile formed on the younger one’s features. “Good boy.” He whispered, leaning closer and claiming Mr. Park’s yearning lips into a slow yet sweet kiss. 

Vastly different from the one they did earlier. 

As they continued to make their lips dance with one another, the older one felt Hongjoong’s fingertips sliding in every crevice of his head, gently fondling them on the strands. 

A soft moan escaped from him as he suddenly felt the author’s hips begin to move. His clothed bulge was constantly being rubbed by the other’s ass, entrapped in his dark cargo pants. 

Their lips parted momentarily, yet their foreheads remained attached to one another. 

They were both breathing heavily, as the sensation of both pain and pleasure, all the while, the younger one was grinding their bulges, which took over them. 

“You look so fucking hot, Mr. Park.” Hongjoong complimented, pressing his warm and wet tongue on the older one’s exposed neck, trailing it across his Adam’s apple and occasionally sucking on the skin. 

Meanwhile, Mr. Park’s hands were wrapped around the younger one’s waist, guiding every sinful move that he did upon his throbbing dick. 

“Fuck…” The older one moaned, his eyebrows furrowing while the man on top of him was still gracefully rubbing his rear upon him. He began to lean on the couch once more, and this made the author finally unbutton the rest of his white dress shirt, revealing his toned body underneath. 

“You look so beautiful…” He heard him whisper as he leaned down and placed butterfly kisses on his chest and abdomen, all the while still grinding upon him. 

There wasn’t any penetration yet, but it seems like Mr. Park could already foresee himself cumming all over his black trousers just with Hongjoong repeatedly rubbing his ass on his now hardened dick. 

His fingers remained on the younger one’s waist, nails digging from time to time as the mere fact that, aside from being ground upon, Hongjoong is now playing with his nipples through the use of his tongue and mouth. 

“H-Hongjoong…” He blurted out, almost whimpering at the overwhelming stimulation that the man on top of him was constantly making him experience, making his back arch against the sofa. 

Yet it seemed like the other did not hear a thing, nor even feel him squirming under his touch as he continued grinding upon him and sucking on his erect nipples, circling his tongue around repeatedly.  

His once closed eyes began to flutter open, yet it was becoming too blurry as he stared at the ceiling. Not knowing what to do with the constant buildup that was happening inside him. 

Mr. Park has never felt this way before. He had always thought that having intercourse was just for the mere sense of giving birth to another human being, and that’s it. It had never occurred to him that having intercourse could just be made for plain… pleasure. 

Kim Hongjoong, what are you doing to me? 

“Let’s have safe words, Mr. Park. Are you still with me?” Halting everything that he was doing a while ago, Hongjoong sat straight and tried to follow the older one’s hollow gaze. 

“Mr. Park, are you okay?” His lips were agape, and his once perfectly slicked back hair was sticking in different directions against the white sofa he was leaning upon. “…Yes…” He managed to choke out. 

“Let’s have safe words.” The younger one repeated in a much slower pace, cautious eyes were being poured upon the man underneath him. “Safe words?” 

“Yeah, we can use colours.”

“Colours?” Mr. Park echoed, it seems like he still wasn’t able to fully register what had just happened a while ago. 

Which then made the author wonder just how wrecked he will be once he is done with him. 

“Yes, colours, Mr. Park. Green if you want me to continue, yellow if I should slow down, and red if I should stop.” He explained further, pushing the strands of hair that were on the older one’s face. His eyes began to blink multiple times before he gulped, nodding as he did. 

A smile made its way to the younger one as he pressed another light kiss on the older one’s plump lips. “Words, Mr. Park.” He softly said, placing his hand once again on his cheek. 

“Y-Yes…” Mr. Park muttered, and without wasting any more time, the author then slid down while keeping his eyes fixed on the man sprawled out on the couch; the editor-in-chief’s once perfectly ironed white dress shirt was now opened wide, unveiling his tanned chest in its full glory, and his black trousers showcased just how much he wanted every single bit of what was currently unfolding as it caged his bulge in a way that Hongjoong knows already hurts for the older man. 

Because it also hurts for him. 

“Look at me, Mr. Park.” Hongjoong purred as he placed his hand flat on the bulge, making the older one shiver under his warm touch. He complied, and from the ceiling, his gaze slowly shifted to the man kneeling before him. Mr. Park’s eyes carefully watched how the younger one unzipped his pants and revealed his soaked black underwear. 

“S-Shit…” His hips began to buckle, and his back arched as he felt the same warm tongue Hongjoong used on his neck on his throbbing dick, licking the soaked material and making his underwear more drenched with saliva and pre-cum. 

“You look so good, Mr. Park.” He complimented once more in his soft and airy voice as he bit on the hem of the underwear, pulling it down and peeling both the underwear and his black trousers away from his body, throwing them to the side.

There, standing before him was the older one’s huge, reddened dick that momentarily took Hongjoong’s gaze away from the man, yet made its way back to him. His heart began to pump with excitement as the one who was sprawled on the sofa was almost pleading for him to do something. 

Anything.

He began to wrap his fingers around the base of the cock, as he inserted the head inside his mouth. Hongjoong has fucked multiple people in the past, but he thinks this was the first time he has seen such a huge dick that he still wants to fuck senseless. 

The tip of Mr. Park’s dick managed to reach the younger one’s throat, earning a groan with a mix of breathless whimper from him. His hands wrapped themselves around Hongjoong’s hair, gripping it tightly as the sensations continuously exploded within him. 

“H-Hongjoong—fucking Hell,” 

His hands trembled, but this was just a walk in the park for the man kneeling before him. As soon as he felt his throat getting used to Mr. Park’s size, he began to bob his head up and down, keeping his warm and soft tongue flat under the older one’s dick as it continuously smeared the pre-cum all over it. 

And the tingling sensations that Mr. Park felt went along with it. 

His fingers were still clutching the younger one’s hair, knuckles turning white. “Shit… Hongjoong-ssi… fuck—” His pace was slow, and somehow, it made the older one lose his sanity more with just how slow it was. 

From the younger one’s hair, his hands shifted to his cheeks as he halted him and pushed his hips forward, chucking his huge dick much deeper in the other’s throat, making the other gag despite being the more experienced one between them.

And in order to feel the immense craving even just for a tad bit of the paradise Hongjoong showed him, Mr. Park stood from the couch and slammed his dick inside the author’s mouth once more, as he pulled on his hair, and grinded his hips back and forth on the other’s throat.

“Y-Your mouth f-feels so g-good,” The lewd noises coming from his dick constantly fucking the younger one’s throat made the man kneeling before him moan in return. 

Hongjoong didn’t really care whether the sudden repeated penetration of Mr. Park’s dick to his throat was making his waterline swell and saliva ooze out from his lips to his chin as he felt himself being completely enamoured by how the older one was throwing his head back, eyes closed, and eyebrows furrowed.

The way Mr. Park is moving right this moment, as if he were a puppet being controlled by a puppeteer, was something that Hongjoong deemed enticing and alluring. From the way his shivering hands were holding on to his dear life on his hair, to the way his chiselled body glistened against the low light coming from the yellow lamp shades placed in the corner of the living room. 

Mr. Park was letting the moans and whimpers seep through his plump lips as his eyes looked down on the younger one, his unkempt hair dangling over, and his mouth agape into a wince, as if he would burst into tears if Hongjoong made him stop fucking his throat. 

The constant friction from the author’s warm and wet mouth to his throbbing dick that he was incessantly slamming back and forth into him, was gradually making his head cloudy with pleasure. 

“I-I’m gonna…” 

Mr. Park could feel his limbs shivering, and Hongjoong took this as a cue to guide the older one on the couch once more. He began to place his hands on his waist, motioning for the man standing to lie his back on the white sofa. 

Hongjoong let go of his throbbing dick with a ‘pop’ sound as he let Mr. Park’s body bounce on the couch a couple of times. 

The other one wasn’t even starting with him. 

“W-Why…” The older one whispered. 

“You can’t cum just yet, Mr. Park.” He answered the unfinished question, as if he knew what the other was asking for. 

Hongjoong then wiped the saliva and pre-cum that bled from his mouth with the back of his hand as he hovered over to the man, staring at him with hollow eyes, lips agape just slightly, and chest heaving. 

Then, he gently placed both of his legs on his shoulder. With his gaze remaining on the older man, Hongjoong inserted his middle finger inside his mouth, coating it, and positioning it just outside Mr. Park’s puckered hole. 

“I’m going to insert one finger inside, Mr. Park.” He informed him that his once soft voice was now a bit raspier from getting fucked by the older one’s dick. “Can you please give me a colour?” 

“…G-Green…” 

“Very good.” Hongjoong’s endless compliments entered his hazed senses as he felt his fingertips circling his hole for a moment before slowly pushing himself inside. His mouth began to open as his whole body tensed, grabbing onto Hongjoong’s arm that was resting peacefully on his abdomen. 

His fingers weren’t long, but they were girthy. And since this was the first time Mr. Park had been with a man, the expectations he had were nonexistent. 

“Breathe, Mr. Park, breathe.” The younger one cooed as he leaned down and planted a couple of light kisses on the older one’s stomach and chest. He didn’t move inside Mr. Park; he first let him feel the feeling of being stuffed—if it’s something that he likes to explore further. 

“Do you like the feeling of my finger deep inside your hole, Mr. Park?” 

“…Y-Yes, it—it feels g-good,” Shaking lightly, he agreed, nodding while still trying to catch his breath. “I’m going to move my finger now, okay?” The younger one stated in the most gentle way possible as his finger began to move slowly inside and outside Mr. Park’s reddened hole. 

His grip on Hongjoong’s arm became much tighter, and his chest heaved a lot faster. His eyes began to shut as his mouth continued to open fully.

A small smirk made its appearance on the younger one’s lips as he continued to finger fuck the other slowly, curling his finger inside every once in a while and earning a jolt from the other. 

“Oh my fucking gosh, H-Hongjoong—ugh, fuck—your f-finger—please.” Mr. Park’s thick voice entered the younger one’s system, winded wails and broken words flowed through his plump lips as he continued to grip Hongjoong’s arm and the sofa itself. 

The younger one kept a steady pace, letting the one sprawled out on the couch, chasing his breath, savouring the pleasure that was continuously consuming his entirety.

Of course, this wasn’t easy for him as well.

He wanted nothing more but to fuck Mr. Park’s brains out as his hardened dick persistently leaked out of precum just underneath his dark cargo pants. 

But… where’s the fun in that? 

“P-Please… faster…” Mr. Park almost pleaded into a whine as he began to flutter his eyes open, looking down at the man who was sitting underneath him, and had his trembling legs on top of his shoulders. Hongjoong gave him a small smile before placing a light kiss on his inner thigh, grazing his warm and soft tongue along with it. 

“What was it that you asked me earlier?” The younger one’s raspy voice echoed in the silent walls of his mansion. His tone had been laced with slight mockery. 

“Would I like it if you topped me?” He continued, shifting in his seat while picking up the pace of his finger buried deep inside Mr. Park’s hole.

“H-Hongjoong…” The other moaned, throwing his head back onto the pillows, his back arching from the sudden change of Hongjoong’s pacing as his nails began to dig deep into the younger one’s skin as well as the white cloth on the sofa.

“Tell me, Mr. Park. Which one do you like more: the one fucking or the one being fucked?” 

“Mmm—haaa… fuck—the o-one b-being fucked…” 

“Correct,” The author purred, inserting another finger inside and stretching Mr. Park’s hole further. The unexpected increase in size made the older one’s moans much louder as his legs began to lift his hips, and his back arched more. 

“F-Fuck!” He hissed sharply when he felt Hongjoong’s fingers that were buried deep inside him curl. His gaze met with the younger one’s for a moment as it was now widened like the full moon. 

“You like that, huh? I wish I could tell you that I didn’t expect that the almighty Mr. Park Seonghwa would whimper and cry with just my fingers fucking him, but…” Still inserting his two fingers deep inside the older man, he groaned as he wrapped his free hand on its leaking dick and placed it near his lips. 

“I already knew that from the moment I laid my eyes on you…” Hongjoong almost whispered, wrapping the head with his mouth once more, releasing a surge of pleasure in an exponential amount. 

Mr. Park didn’t know what else to do, but just lay there. It was all becoming too much and too little at the same damn time. With Hongjoong giving him a head once again to his two fingers going in and out of his hole mercilessly, he could only attempt to catch his breath as his eyes began to close, then open, vision getting blurry, and lips coming apart just to release a moan after moan.

“F-Fucking Hell, Hongjoong! Haaa… ngghh—Yellow! Y-Yellow…” When the younger one heard Mr. Park’s cry for help, he immediately let go of his hardened dick and stopped his fingers from moving. And as if the older one just did a strenuous workout, his body glimmered with the sweat that was continuously oozing out of his tanned figure. 

His chest went up and down, as his hands finally loosened their tight grip on Hongjoong’s arm and sofa. 

“Why? What happened? Are you okay, Mr. Park? Should we stop?” His voice was dripping with worry, yet the other shook his head and looked down at him with a lazy smile. 

“…Don’t stop, please. That’s why I only said yellow because…” He trailed off, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes. 

“You’re fucking me too good, and you’re not even using your dick to do so…” 

“You got me worried for a second there.” Hongjoong chuckled lightly, releasing a sigh of relief as he leaned his head on Mr. Park’s shaking thighs. 

“Got my thighs shaking as well and still… no dick.” The older one joked, as their soft laughs rippled through every corner of the dim-lit room.

“Well, would you stay long enough to wonder just how good I can make you feel with my dick?” A trail of sloppy kisses began to take place on his inner thighs, still shaking, but a bit stable now compared to a few minutes ago. Mr. Park’s jaw tightened as a smile made its way on his plump lips, chest still rising then falling, like the waves of the ocean in the midnight. 

“If you’d let me, Mr. Kim.” 

Just then, his once sweet yet sloppy kisses began to include teeth; they sank deep in his skin, possibly bruising it as the older one began to yelp meekly, eyes shutting momentarily, and every fibre tensing under the younger one’s mouth. 

“I’d fuck you until all you can think of is my name.” He stated, like an oath or a solemn promise, that Mr. Park should hold onto as his fingers began to move inside him once more, making his eyes shoot open and lips pull apart from one another. 

“I’d fuck you until every hole in your fucking gorgeous body is leaking with my cum.” Hongjoong continued, this time changing the pace, making it a bit slower but harder as he fully takes out his fingers then slams them back inside, reaching a bit further into the older one’s hole. 

“I’d fuck you until those beautiful eyes of yours are rolled into the back of your pretty little head.” He added as his voice became lower and huskier. His soft lips began to make contact once more with Mr. Park’s inner thighs as they started to shake once more. 

“Y-Yes… please—fuck me…haaa… ngghh…” His back arched with the intense pleasure as Hongjoong’s fingertips were now very close to something within him that he considers the unknown, yet with every single vibration that darts within him, the pleasure becomes more prominent. 

On the other hand, as Hongjoong could see, in its full glory, how the perfect editor-in-chief of RG Publishing is squirming with just his fingers fucking him repeatedly, he could already feel a turmoil wanting to erupt inside of him. 

His creased white dress shirt lay loosely on his sides as his figure was twisted in such an intricate manner. His legs were placed on top of his shoulder, and the author could still sense just how sensitive the older one was, judging by the immense shaking. 

Both of his hands were on the sides of his head as his long black hair was spread out on the white pillows. His eyes were closed, occasionally catching a glimpse of what Hongjoong was doing to his sinful hole and chasing the breath he needed to ground himself. 

“F-Fuck… p-please—let me c-cum…” 

“Not allowed to cum yet, Mr. Park.” He pulled his fingers out, both coated with cum and slick and before Mr. Park could even comprehend what had just happened, he already felt a soft material making contact with his hole. 

The older one began to look down, just to see what was currently unfolding, and for a moment, he saw how Hongjoong got a hold of his own girthy dick, leaking with precum as some of it already stained his dark cargo pants, and was now inserting it within him slowly. 

The stretch burned the entrance of his hole as it was much, much larger than his two fingers, yet part of him also wants to know what it feels like. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened much bigger than it did a while ago as his hands began to grip onto the sofa once more. 

“Mr. Park, y-you’re tensed. Breathe for me, Mr. Park.” Hongjoong halted as he could feel the older one’s hole entrapping his dick. He was only halfway through, and the other was already wrapping itself around him tightly. 

Mr. Park obliged, and his once tensed body began to melt against the white pillows. Hongjoong took this as a signal to continue, and once his girthy dick was all the way inside Mr. Park’s hole, he released a deep breath. 

“You’re so fucking tight, Mr. Park,” He commented as his head was faced upwards and eyes closed, basking in the feeling of how physically unyielding his dick was inside the older one. 

“And you’re so fucking huge, Hongjoong. Fuck,” Mr. Park cursed harshly, earning a light chuckle from the younger one. “But it… it feels kinda good to be… stuffed like this—I couldn’t believe I’d say that out loud.” This time, it was the older one who let out a shy laugh, covering his face with his arm, yet the smile was still visible. 

Seems like his laugh was contagious as the other began to chuckle lightly once again, his hands started to place themselves around the older one’s trembling thighs, caressing them gently. 

“It’s okay, no one’s going to judge you here, Mr. Park.” The author cooed in his soft voice, pressing his lips against his inner thighs that were now bruised with a couple of love marks and bites. “No one’s going to tell you that you’re wrong… or weird… or bizarre…” He continued, still placing light, butterfly kisses upon his sensitive skin.

“...Hongjoong…” He timidly called out for his name as he began to remove the arm that was covering his face momentarily. His eyes twinkled against the moonlight that was passing through the window. Mr. Park wasn’t particularly certain what was with this guy, but he was sure that his ability to lull his deepest worries away was far from his expectations. 

“If only you could look at yourself right now, Mr. Park—fuck, what a beauty.” He began to shower him with compliments once more, tracing his warm tongue on his bruised thighs, and earning a soft moan from the older one. 

“...I… I think I need a smoke…” Suddenly, the older one almost whispered, his exposed chest heaving steadily. With his eyes still fixed upon the man who has his dick inside of him, not moving, Mr. Park reached out for the table and got a hold of a cigarette stick. He placed it between his pointer and middle finger, reaching out for the lighter that was inside the sole pocket of his white dress shirt and igniting the end. 

All the while this was happening, Hongjoong could only follow his movements. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed as soon as he inhaled the nicotine and released the smoke just above his head, made him gulp nervously. 

He couldn’t believe that such a perfect sexual partner was sprawled out in front of him. 

Older…

Taller…

And is taking a puff all the while his dick was inside of him. 

That’s so fucking hot. 

“So, you smoke, Mr. Park?” He began to ask as soon as he finally found his voice once again. The other licked his lips, pushing it to the side, so that the smoke would not be directly inhaled by the younger one. 

“Yeah, became a habit since. Why? Does it turn you off?” Mr. Park answered flatly, putting the cigarette stick in between his teeth. The other just gave him a smirk as he shifted in his position, earning a groan from the older one. 

“Don’t fucking move. Might as well fuck me if you will,” He hissed with his furrowed eyebrows. The cigarette was still in between his teeth, hence his words came out a lot harsher. 

But the younger one did not take offence, he only chuckled lightly at him as he got a hold of Mr. Park’s legs, still hanging on his shoulder. 

“When did you become so agitated?” 

“Since the time you kept denying my will to fucking cum.” 

Hongjoong began to throw his head back into laughter. While the older one inhaled his cigarette once more, an unknowing smile was creeping on his plump lips. 

“Gosh, I couldn’t believe I found the perfect sexual partner.” He breathed out, a huge grin settling on his lips. With furrowed eyebrows, the older one began to release the smoke directly into Hongjoong’s face. “W-What?” 

“...Fuck, that’s so hot. Do it again, Mr. Park.” 

“Wait, what did you just say? Like before that?” Confused, the author tried to backtrack their conversation for a little bit. Under the other’s expectant, doe eyes, the cigarette continued to burn in between his pointer and middle finger. 

“That I couldn’t believe I found the perfect sexual partner?” 

Mr. Park began to gulp as he placed the cigarette back between his teeth. He then released a shaky breath that somehow became visible to the other as it turned into smoke. 

“...Do you mean that?” 

“Of course, Mr. Park. Why? What’s on your mind?” Hongjoong purred, sensing that an underlying urge of something unknown was brewing inside the older one. His hands, which were placed on the other’s thighs, began to move once more, stroking them lightly in hopes that the older one would feel their warmth. 

With his tongue roaming around his inside cheek, Mr. Park got a hold of the cigarette. 

“Nothing… it’s just that—since you were the first man I agreed to be with… you know, just the… pressure of everything; as a homosexual and as someone who’s like… ten years older than you… shouldn’t I know better? Shouldn’t I be the one guiding you instead? Shouldn’t I—” 

“Age isn’t a requirement when it comes to experiences. You had a rough time, Mr. Park. I couldn’t even fathom just how you survived that kind of environment in the past.” The author began to cut him off; his eyes were almost dripping with honey as he glanced upon the man sprawled out on the couch. 

Hongjoong reached out for the older man’s hand that was placed on the edge of the white sofa, intertwining it with his and rubbing his thumb on the back. 

“You did well for surviving, Mr. Park. This is who you truly are, and I personally don’t think anything is wrong with that.” 

Mr. Park took a deep sigh as he began to bite the inside of his cheek. He could feel his waterline swelling just by hearing the words he had been yearning to receive ever since he was a frustrated, rebel teenager, come out of this guy’s lips. 

With his trembling hands, he inhaled the cigarette once more and released the smoke to the side. 

“...Didn’t know that this would be like a therapy session.” He joked once again, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere that was wrapping around them at a fast pace. The other just chuckled lightly. 

And the only response he received was Hongjoong slowly moving inside of him. 

“F-Fuck!” He inhaled sharply, body tensing once again as the surge of pleasure entered his system for the nth time this evening. With furrowed eyebrows, Mr. Park hastily placed the lit cigarette on the tray, before pouring all of his attention to how the younger one buckled his hips towards his hole. 

And every time that he did, he could feel himself throwing his head back onto the pillows. Hongjoong’s excruciatingly slow movements made his size a lot more pronounced as both of them continuously release a series of moans and grunts. 

On the other hand, the younger one swore that he could release his cum right then and there. As he wasn’t only edging Mr. Park, but himself as well. 

“Shit… good fucking—oh my—haa… y-you feel so good, Hongjoong,” 

“I… I don’t think I can last longer, Mr. Park.” The younger one confessed, grabbing Mr. Park’s right leg and joining it with his left one, placing both of them on one side as he knelt on the couch, creating a dent and pressing his hands on the man’s slender waist. 

“On all fours for me, Mr. Park.” He commanded as he guided the older one to the position that he wanted. Still breathing heavily and mind getting hazy, Mr. Park complied, getting on all fours while the other’s girthy dick was still inside him. 

“Arch your back, lie on the couch.” His instructions were short and clear, making it easier for the older one to follow. 

Mr. Park then stretched his back more and lay his upper body on the pillows, his arms spread onto the other end of the white sofa, dangling over it. Meanwhile, the younger one inserted both of his arms under his hips, elevating them a bit more. 

Without any warning of any sort, he immediately slammed his dick deep inside of Mr. Park’s hole, rough and hard. The sudden penetration made the other almost squeal in the explosion of pleasure that spread throughout his system. 

Hongjoong’s thrusts also became a lot faster and rougher, grunting as he did, while the man taking all of it was moaning helplessly underneath him, trying to grab onto something that could be deemed as a refuge in this situation. 

“Such a fucking slut, Mr. Park.” The younger one groaned in between thrusts, and the only thing that the other could respond with was breathless whimpers and cries. 

“Tell me how much you like being fucked, Mr. Park.” His voice abruptly became louder as the author was now leaning on Mr. Park’s back, still thrusting deep inside him and creating an immense vibration around his walls that was continuously causing his prostate to tingle over and over. 

“I-I…” 

“Speak, Mr. Park.”

“Fuck… haa… fuck! R-Right there… please—I need to cum.” 

“Fucking answer me, Mr. Park.” 

“I-I… I love b-being fucked b-by you, Kim H-Hongjoong—please… haaa… nghh… let me cum this t-time…” 

A smirk made its way on the other’s lips as he peeled himself away from the other once more, keeping a steady pace, but elevating the other’s hips as he could feel his body getting much heavier. 

“Fucking H-Hell, Hongjoong! Haa… I’m gonna–I’m gonna…” He wasn’t able to finish the sentence as he already felt a warm, sticky liquid spreading underneath his abdomen and onto the couch, possibly staining it, but Mr. Park doesn’t really give two fucks right now. 

“I-I’m c-close too,” He heard the other groan, as his thrusts gradually became sloppy. His hands that were wrapped underneath the older one’s waist began to tighten as Mr. Park soon felt the younger one’s hips buckle multiple times, and the unusual feeling of warm liquid entered him, making his eyes roll back once more. 

“Haa… fuck,” Exasperated, the author’s body began to drop just onto the older one’s back. Their soaked clothes and warm bodies made contact with each other as the one underneath could feel how Hongjoong’s heartbeat was passing through his ribcage. 

“I could fall asleep right here… that was fucking amazing,” He began to murmur, placing his chin on his folded arms. The vibrations of the younger one’s exhausted chuckle rippled through his back. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. Just… give me a minute and I’ll… take care of you, Mr. Park.” His own eyes began to close as they both lay there, on top of each other, savouring the explosion of pleasure they both reached just moments ago. 

His own muscles were strained, yet Hongjoong always feel some sort of euphoric relief whenever he does this. 

And despite doing this multiple times with different people, he’s certain that there’s no way in Hell anyone could top just how perfect a bottom Mr. Park was. 

This is their first and surely not their last. 

When Hongjoong felt that he could finally move just a tad bit, he then peeled his soaked clothes off the other and soon, pulled out his now limp dick outside of Mr. Park’s hole. 

Following it, a waterfall of cum oozed out. 

“Shit, I can feel your cum dripping from my hole,” He heard the other commented in his thick and deep voice. Hongjoong only smiled as he took his dark cargo pants off of him and made his way to the nearest room from where they were. 

He tried to rummage inside for tissues and when he found it, he grabbed the whole box of it and went back to the living room, where the older one’s sprawled out figure was still lying upon. 

Hongjoong then wiped the cum that was on Mr. Park’s hole and placed it on the glass table. 

“Come on,” He softly instructed which then made the other look up at him. “...What?” He asked, limbs still dangling on the edge of the white sofa. Instead of answering him straightforwardly, the younger one got a hold of his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder, prompting for him to stand up. 

Mr. Park was taller than him, but he was surely lighter than him. Hence, for someone like Hongjoong who seemed small, he could still be able to carry the older one as much as he could. 

The author then guided him back into his own feet, thighs shaking, and abdomen covered with piss and cum. Once he got a sight of the other’s state, he reached out for the tissue once more and wiped the remnants on his stomach before wrapping his arm around Mr. Park’s slender waist. 

There, he escorted the older one to the nearest bathroom he could find inside the huge mansion. Once they were inside, Mr. Park looked at him as if he had just grown three heads. 

“What are we doing here?” 

“Release everything, Mr. Park. Then, I’ll tuck you to bed.” His eyes looked as if he really was strained after everything that happened, but the older one couldn’t deny that the way his flat gaze was pouring onto him was something that he wouldn’t mind basking in for the rest of his lifetime. 

When they were done inside the bathroom, Hongjoong kept his promise. Yet before they could even step foot outside of the bathroom itself, Mr. Park’s knees began to buckle, causing him to plummet, but thankfully, the other gripped tightly on his waist and prevented him from falling onto the floor. 

“My legs are like… jelly.” He stated, and the other found his words amusing; hence, a light chuckle seeped through Hongjoong’s lips as he placed his arm underneath Mr. Park’s knees, deciding to carry him to his bedroom. 

The older one’s bedroom was a mirror of himself; clean and organised yet dark. Most of his furniture was in the dark side of the colour spectrum, and it seemed like he was the one who designed his place, as every corner was oozing with his aura. 

Hongjoong positioned Mr. Park’s limp body on the black sheets, covering it with the thick black duvet. His dishevelled hair was pushed to the side as he could feel his eyes getting heavier every second that passed by. 

Yet the thought of the dark figure leaving his presence kept him awake. 

“...Are you going to leave?” He asked meekly, placing the back of his hand on his cheek, trying his best to keep his eyes peeled. The other began to trace his long black hair, putting some of the strands at the back of his ear as his soft lips made contact with his temple. 

“I’ll be here, Mr. Park. Don’t you worry.”

As if those words were more than enough, Mr. Park found himself finally drifting into a deep and peaceful slumber.