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"Ah–" he moaned as the cold metal of the watch brushed against his burning skin.
A fifteen-thousand-euro Oystersteel Rolex Submariner Date, a mere trifle for a man like the one he had taken to bed.
The blond’s hands wandered beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his body as he pressed him against the wall, kissing his neck with a cruel slowness.
Jisung parted his lips, aroused, gripping the other’s shoulders to keep himself steady. Alcohol surged through his veins in abundance, allowing him to cast aside every trace of restraint and leave all his worries behind.
"I like your cologne," he whispered into his ear, beginning to nibble at his earlobe, making him writhe with pleasure.
A shiver ran through his body, forcing him to squeeze his legs together in an uncontrollable spasm, a desperate attempt to contain the erection that had become impossible to ignore.
Jisung squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his trousers tightening at the crotch, and when he opened them again, the room began to spin around him.
The blond man’s soft, delicate hands moved to his chest, and after a long caress beneath his palm, they came to rest on the buttons of his shirt.
"You know, Gucci would look good on you," he said, lifting his gaze to meet the brunette’s eyes before letting it drop to his lips.
Jisung felt his body temperature rise all at once, his heartbeat quickening.
"Would it?" he asked, losing the last shred of self-control at those words.
He grabbed the other’s tie and pulled him toward the bed, dragging him on top of himself. He yanked him closer once more without even giving him time to settle, then crashed their lips together in a reckless, messy kiss.
The gucci boy now found himself sprawled over Jisung; their expensive clothes rubbed against each other atop velvet sheets while their bodies fit together like a custom-cut diamond in its setting.
"You’re right," Jisung whispered as he pulled back slightly, trying to catch his breath only inches from his face.
"It does look good on me," he agreed, referring not so much to the clothes as to the man above him.
A mischievous smile curved his lips as he straddled the younger’s hips, beginning to shrug off his precious jacket.
He let it slide down his shoulders in a slow, controlled motion, the complete opposite of Jisung, who was trembling with anticipation at the thought of getting his hands on that attractive body.
"It would look even better inside you," he said, running a hand through his hair and exposing his forehead, revealing sharp, hungry eyes ready to seize the prey beneath him.
Jisung swallowed hard and gasped as he felt the other’s weight pressing against his cock.
The next moment, they were both naked; Jisung lay stretched across the mattress, his head pressed into the pillow, long strands of hair splayed across the pillowcase, lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.
The blond moved over him relentlessly, making the bed tremble beneath their combined weight as he whispered indecent things into his ear. The room seemed to pulse around them, every sensation heightened.
The sound of his hips slamming against his buttocks was almost as obscene as the sound of his wet cock mercilessly sliding in and out of him.
Jisung clutched the sheets, screaming with pleasure, as the other man fucked him hard.
He begged him not to stop, desperate. He pleaded for a faster pace, greedy and impatient. He whimpered as he dug his nails into the other’s back, leaving red streaks across his smooth skin.
"Ah, please, more, give me more, fuck me harder– " he moaned, unable to feel satisfied.
The man obliged, moving with greater intensity and urgency until he completely ruined him.
Jisung face twisted with pleasure, and a moment later his eyes rolled back as a thin trail of saliva slipped from his parted lips.
He came at least twice that night, judging by how hard they went at it, making it the best fuck of his life.
Maybe it was because he was drunk and felt stupid, or maybe it was because that gucci boy had fucked him stupid.