by euoniabear on ao3

WARNING: SMUT, EXES

Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably, his eyes scanning the crowded room as he clutched a half-empty cup of punch. The pulsing music and the chattering of unfamiliar voices made his palms sweaty, and he couldn't help but wonder how he had ended up here. He should have moved back to Seoul ages ago.

It had been Yeonjun's idea, of course. His ex-boyfriend had insisted that Beomgyu needed to get out of the apartment, to mingle with people and try to move on from their messy breakup. But as Beomgyu watched Yeonjun laughing and socializing with his friends, he couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. Beomgyu came to the States to live with his boyfriend not to party. Not that it mattered much now.

The party was in full swing, and Beomgyu felt like an outsider, a silent observer in a sea of strangers. He had never been the most social person, and the thought of making small talk with people he didn't know filled him with dread. Anxiety coiled in the pit of his stomach, and he found himself longing for the comfort of their shared apartment, where he could retreat to the safety of his room.

Beomgyu's gaze drifted to Yeonjun, who was happily recounting some story, his hands gesturing wildly. Yeonjun had always been the center of attention, the life of the party, and Beomgyu couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. He remembered the countless nights they had spent together, laughing and talking until the early hours of the morning, their bodies tangled in the sheets.

But that was all in the past now. The breakup had been messy, filled with tears and accusations, and the wounds were still fresh. Beomgyu had thought he had moved on, but the sight of Yeonjun surrounded by his friends only served to remind him of what he had lost.

Sighing, Beomgyu turned away, his eyes searching for a quieter corner of the room. He needed to get away, to escape the overwhelming sensations that threatened to engulf him. As he weaved through the throng of people, he felt a prickle of unease, aware of the curious glances and occasional flirtatious smiles directed his way.

Beomgyu's heart raced as he finally found a secluded spot, tucked away in the shadows. Here, the noise and chaos of the party seemed muted, and he allowed himself to take a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing. He leaned against the wall, his gaze fixed on the patterns of the floorboards, lost in his own thoughts.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the relative quiet, and Beomgyu felt a hand on his shoulder. Startled, he whirled around, only to find himself face to face with a group of men, all of them eyeing him with undisguised interest.

"Hey there, handsome," one of them said, a sly grin spreading across his face. "You look a little lost. Can we keep you company?"

Beomgyu's mouth went dry, and he felt his anxiety spike. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat, leaving him feeling small and vulnerable.

"Come on, don't be shy," another one chimed in, stepping closer. "We're just trying to have a good time. You look like you could use some fun."

Beomgyu's hands trembled slightly, and he took a small step back, pressing his back against the wall. His eyes darted around, searching for an escape, but the men had effectively cornered him. Their eager, predatory looks only made his nerves worse.

"Yeah, why don't you join us?" a third one added, his tone too casual to be comforting. "We won't bite... unless you want us to."

Beomgyu's heart pounded harder, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He tried to muster the courage to speak, to tell them to leave him alone, but his voice failed him. The men's insistent stares and teasing remarks felt like a weight pressing down on his chest.

"Guys, seriously, I just want to be alone," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't be like that," the first one insisted, reaching out as if to touch him again. "We're just—"

FLASHBACK OF YEONJUN'S POV

The party was in full swing, laughter and loud conversations filling the air. Yeonjun stood with his friends near the kitchen, trying to engage in the chatter but his mind kept drifting back to Beomgyu. He couldn't help but worry about him, knowing how these parties could be overwhelming.

"Hey, Yeonjun," Sunmin said, his voice tinged with irritation. "Why did you bring your ex here?" The question hung in the air, drawing the attention of the others.

Yeonjun bristled, straightening up. "Because he's important to me," he replied firmly. "We're working things out."

Sunmin rolled his eyes. "You sure that's a good idea? The guy's always been a liability."

"Yeah, remember how he used to get all moody and ruin the vibe?" another friend chimed in.

"I don't get why you'd take him back," someone else added. "He's not exactly a catch."

Sunmin scoffed. "Exactly. He's too sensitive, always making a scene. You deserve better, Yeonjun."

Yeonjun's jaw clenched, anger bubbling up inside him. "You don't know what you're talking about. Beomgyu's been through a lot, and he's trying his best."

Sunmin laughed derisively. "Oh, please. He's a huge cry baby. He's just dragging you down."

"Yeah, man," another friend agreed. "You could be having fun instead of babysitting him."

"Enough!" Yeonjun snapped, glaring at his friends. "You don't get to talk about him like that. Beomgyu means more to me than any of you do right now. So, fuck off!"

His friends fell silent, taken aback by Yeonjun's outburst. Without another word, Yeonjun stormed off, his mind set on finding Beomgyu. He pushed through the crowd, scanning the room anxiously. His heart pounded with worry, fearing that Beomgyu might have left or gotten lost in the chaos.

He searched every corner, his frustration mounting. Finally, he spotted a group of men in a dimly lit corner, and his heart sank as he saw a familiar head of brown hair barely visible among them.

Beomgyu looked distressed, trying to back away as the men crowded around him, their intentions clear. Jealousy flared in Yeonjun's chest, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of protectiveness and anger.

He pushed his way through the crowd, only to come to a sudden stop when he saw Beomgyu up close.

Beomgyu looked terrified, his eyes wide and pleading, his body tense as he tried to shrink away from the men surrounding him. They loomed over him, their expressions predatory, and Beomgyu's distress was palpable.

In that moment, Yeonjun saw red. Rage flooded his veins, his vision narrowing as all he could focus on was the fear etched on Beomgyu's face. The sight of Beomgyu cornered, vulnerable, and scared ignited a fierce protectiveness within him that eclipsed everything else.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and a deep, simmering anger coursed through him, mingling with a wave of guilt for leaving Beomgyu alone in the first place. He felt his heart pounding against his ribcage, each beat a reminder of the urgency of the situation. The mixture of fury and protectiveness was almost overwhelming, his mind racing with the need to get Beomgyu out of there.

Without thinking, Yeonjun surged forward, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Get away from him."

BACK TO PRESENT SCENE

The sharp, commanding voice cut through the air, and Beomgyu's head snapped up in surprise. Yeonjun stood there, his expression a mix of anger and concern. He stepped between Beomgyu and the men, his presence immediately making them hesitate.

"Yeonjun, hey," one of the guys started, trying to sound casual. "We were just—"

"I don't care what you were doing," Yeonjun interrupted, his eyes blazing. "Leave him alone."

The group exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by Yeonjun's sudden appearance and the intensity in his voice. Reluctantly, they began to back off, muttering under their breaths as they retreated back into the party.

Yeonjun turned to Beomgyu, his eyes still blazing. "What were you thinking, wandering off alone?" he started, his tone accusatory. But as soon as he noticed the fear and distress on Beomgyu's face, his expression softened. "Hey, are you okay?"

Beomgyu nodded shakily, unable to find his voice. Yeonjun sighed and ran a hand through his hair, visibly calming himself down. "Come on, let's go upstairs," he said, reaching out to grab Beomgyu's wrist.

Beomgyu hesitated, glancing back at the party. "What about your friends?" he asked timidly.

Yeonjun's jaw tightened, but his eyes softened as he looked at Beomgyu. "They can piss off," he said firmly. "You're more important right now."

Without another word, Yeonjun led Beomgyu through the crowded room and up the stairs, his grip gentle but firm. They reached an upstairs bedroom, and Yeonjun closed the door behind them, shutting out the noise and chaos of the party.

Once they were alone, Beomgyu felt a sudden surge of emotions. The walls he had so carefully constructed began to crumble, and he found himself unable to hold back the tears that had been pooling in his eyes.

"Why did you make me come here, Yeonjun?" he asked, his voice quivering. "I don't belong here, I don't belong anywhere. I'm a mess, and you... you're just-"

Beomgyu's words were cut off as Yeonjun pulled him into a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping Beomgyu in a familiar warmth. Beomgyu froze, his body tensing at the unexpected contact, but Yeonjun held him close, gently running his fingers through Beomgyu's hair.

"Shh, it's okay," Yeonjun murmured, his voice soothing. "I'm here, Beomgyu. I'm here."

Beomgyu felt the last shreds of his composure slipping away, and he clung to Yeonjun, burying his face in the older man's chest as the tears finally spilled down his cheeks. The familiar scent of Yeonjun's cologne, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, all of it felt like a lifeline in the midst of the storm that raged within Beomgyu.

In that moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he had ever truly moved on, if the feelings he thought he had buried were still alive, buried beneath the layers of hurt and uncertainty. As Yeonjun held him, Beomgyu allowed himself to feel the full weight of his emotions, the longing and regret that had been haunting him for months.

"I'm sorry, I just... I don't know how to be around all these people anymore. I feel so out of place." The younger finally spoke.

"Hey, there's nothing to apologize for," Yeonjun said, his voice soothing. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I wanted you to have fun, but I can see now that I was being selfish."

Beomgyu looked up, his eyes meeting Yeonjun's. There was a vulnerability there that he had almost forgotten, a tenderness that still made his heart ache. "Why do you still care?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun's expression softened, and he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from Beomgyu's forehead. "Because no matter what happened between us, you'll always be important to me, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu felt the familiar sting of tears in his eyes, and he blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back. "But we broke up, Yeonjun. We said terrible things to each other, and I... I thought I had moved on."

"I know," Yeonjun said, his voice laced with regret. "And I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you. But even after all this time, I still care about you, Beomgyu. I want you to be happy, even if it's not... with me."

Beomgyu felt a lump in his throat, and he swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't know how to be happy with someone else," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently tilt Beomgyu's chin up. "Then let me try to make you happy again," he murmured, his eyes searching Beomgyu's face.

Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat as Yeonjun's lips brushed against his, the familiar warmth and tenderness sending a shiver down his spine. He wanted to pull away, to protect himself from the pain of their past, but something inside him yearned for the comfort and security he had once found in Yeonjun's embrace.

Yeonjun's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring Beomgyu's mouth with a desperate hunger. Beomgyu felt himself melt into the embrace, his hands clutching at Yeonjun's shirt as he surrendered to the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him.

When they finally broke apart, Beomgyu's eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and shame. "Yeonjun, I... I don't know if I can do this again," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Yeonjun nodded, his expression understanding. "I know, Beomgyu. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. I just... I couldn't stop myself. The thought of someone else trying to take you away from me, it..."

He trailed off, his hand reaching up to gently caress Beomgyu's cheek. "I still care about you, more than you know. And I want to protect you, to keep you safe."

Beomgyu felt a lump in his throat, and he couldn't help but lean into Yeonjun's touch, his eyes brimming with tears. "Why?" he asked, his voice barely audible. "Why do you still care so much?"

Yeonjun's expression was filled with tenderness and regret. "Because you're the most important person in the world to me, Beomgyu. And I'm so sorry that I hurt you, that I walked away from you. I've regretted it every single day."

Beomgyu felt the tears spill down his cheeks, and he reached up to wipe them away, his hand trembling. "I... I don't know what to say," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Yeonjun pulled him into a tight embrace, his hand gently stroking Beomgyu's hair. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured. "Just let me hold you, please."

Beomgyu melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around Yeonjun's waist as he buried his face in the older man's chest. The familiar scent of Yeonjun's cologne, the warmth of his body, it all felt so comforting, so safe.

They stood there in the quiet, their bodies intertwined, until Beomgyu's tears finally subsided. He pulled back, his eyes searching Yeonjun's face, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down around them.

"I... I want you to be my first," Beomgyu whispered, his voice barely audible. "I've never been with anyone else, Yeonjun. I want it to be you."

Yeonjun's eyes widened in surprise, and he cupped Beomgyu's face in his hands, his expression filled with tenderness and reverence. "Are you sure, Beomgyu?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu nodded, his gaze steady. "I am. I want you, Yeonjun. I've always wanted you, even after everything that happened between us."

Yeonjun pulled him close, his lips finding Beomgyu's in a passionate kiss. Beomgyu responded with equal fervor, his hands clutching at Yeonjun's shirt as the world around them faded away.

When they finally parted, Yeonjun's eyes were filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he whispered, his thumb caressing Beomgyu's cheek.

Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. "I trust you, hyung," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yeonjun's eyes softened, and he reached out, his fingers gently caressing Beomgyu's cheek. "Then let me take care of you, my love," he murmured, his touch sending a shiver down Beomgyu's spine.

Slowly, Yeonjun began to undress Beomgyu, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He took his time, savoring every inch of exposed skin, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along Beomgyu's neck and collarbone. Beomgyu trembled under Yeonjun's touch, a combination of nerves and yearning that threatened to consume him.

When Beomgyu was finally bare before him, Yeonjun paused, his eyes drinking in the sight of the younger man's lithe frame. "You're so beautiful, Beomgyu," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Beomgyu felt a blush creep across his cheeks, and he averted his gaze, suddenly self-conscious. "Don't look at me like that," he whispered, his fingers nervously twisting the bedsheet.

Yeonjun gently tilted Beomgyu's chin up, his eyes shining with tenderness. "Hey, there's no need to be shy. You're perfect, Beomgyu, just the way you are."

Beomgyu's breath caught in his throat as Yeonjun's lips found his in a soft, lingering kiss. The familiarity of Yeonjun's touch was both comforting and overwhelming, stirring up a tangle of emotions that Beomgyu had long tried to bury.

As the kiss deepened, Yeonjun's hands roamed Beomgyu's body, caressing and exploring with a reverence that made Beomgyu's heart race. When they finally parted, Beomgyu's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"I'm scared, Yeonjun," he confessed, his voice trembling. "I don't know if I can do this again, after everything that happened between us."

Yeonjun gathered Beomgyu into his arms, holding him close. "Shh, it's okay," he murmured, his fingers gently stroking Beomgyu's hair. "I won't let anything hurt you, I promise. Just let me take care of you, my love."

Beomgyu nodded, his body relaxing into Yeonjun's embrace. He knew that there was no one else he trusted more than Yeonjun, no one else who could make him feel so safe and cherished.

Slowly, Yeonjun began to undress himself, his gaze never leaving Beomgyu's face. When he was finally bare, he guided Beomgyu to the bed, his movements gentle and unhurried.

"I want you to be comfortable, Beomgyu," Yeonjun whispered, his hand caressing Beomgyu's thigh. "Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, okay?"

Beomgyu nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched with bated breath as Yeonjun reached for the lubricant, his fingers slick and warm as they began to gently explore Beomgyu's most intimate places.

The sensation was both foreign and electrifying, and Beomgyu felt a surge of nerves and anticipation. He clutched at the bedsheets, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to relax into Yeonjun's touch.

"Shh, you're doing so well, Beomgyu," Yeonjun murmured, his voice soothing. "Just let me take care of you."

Beomgyu let out a shaky breath, his body gradually surrendering to the gentle pressure of Yeonjun's fingers. The discomfort slowly gave way to a strange sense of pleasure, and Beomgyu found himself pushing back against Yeonjun's hand, a soft whimper escaping his lips.Yeonjun's eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and reverence, and he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Beomgyu's forehead. "That's it, baby. You're doing so good for me."

Beomgyu felt tears prick the corners of his eyes, the endearment stirring up a flurry of emotions within him. "Yeonjun, I..." he began, his voice barely audible.

"Shh, I know," Yeonjun interrupted, his fingers stilling for a moment. "I know, baby."

With a gentle touch, Yeonjun began to slowly push into Beomgyu, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. Beomgyu tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, his nails digging into Yeonjun's back as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.

After a while, Yeonjun deemed Beomgyu to be ready. He started to slowly push into Beomgyu, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face. Beomgyu tensed at the unfamiliar sensation, his nails digging into Yeonjun's back as he tried to adjust to the intrusion.

"Breathe, Beomgyu," Yeonjun murmured, his hand caressing Beomgyu's cheek. "I've got you, my angel. Just let me in."

Beomgyu drew a shaky breath, his body gradually relaxing as Yeonjun's soothing words and tender touches calmed his nerves. Inch by inch, Yeonjun pushed deeper, his movements fluid and unhurried.

When Yeonjun was finally fully sheathed, he paused, his eyes searching Beomgyu's face. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, I... I'm okay," he whispered, his voice trembling. "It feels... different, but not too bad."

Yeonjun pressed a gentle kiss to Beomgyu's temple, his arms tightening around the younger man. "I'm glad, baby. I'll go slow, I promise."

Slowly, Yeonjun began to move, his thrusts shallow and deliberate. Beomgyu clung to him, his body tensing and relaxing in response to the unfamiliar sensations. The discomfort gradually gave way to a building pleasure, and Beomgyu found himself pushing back against Yeonjun, a soft moan escaping his lips.

Yeonjun's breathing grew heavier, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. Beomgyu, lost in a haze of pleasure, pulled him closer, his fingers tangled in Yeonjun's hair.

"Hyung, I... I need you," Beomgyu gasped, his voice a mere whisper.

Yeonjun's response was to claim Beomgyu's lips in a desperate, passionate kiss, his hips snapping forward with increased urgency. Beomgyu surrendered to the sensations, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.

When they finally reached their climax, their cries of ecstasy muffled by their shared embrace, Beomgyu felt a sense of overwhelming relief and vulnerability. He clung to Yeonjun, his body spent and his heart racing, as the older man held him close, murmuring words of love and adoration.

In the aftermath, they lay tangled in each other's arms, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Beomgyu felt a sense of peace settle over him, the walls he had so carefully constructed finally crumbling away.

"Yeonjun," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"What happens now?" Beomgyu asked, his voice hesitant.

Yeonjun brushed a stray lock of hair from Beomgyu's forehead, his expression thoughtful. "Well, I think the first step is for us to talk. Really talk, about everything that happened between us, and where we want to go from here."

Beomgyu nodded, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on Yeonjun's chest. "I'm nervous, Yeonjun. What if we can't fix what's broken?"

Yeonjun's hand came to rest on Beomgyu's cheek, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin. "Then we'll figure it out, together. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to try if you are."

Beomgyu leaned into the touch, his eyes searching Yeonjun's face. "I am," he murmured. "I want to make this work, Yeonjun. I want us to have a future."

Yeonjun's eyes shone with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Even if it means moving back to Seoul?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Beomgyu's brow furrowed, and he felt a pang of uncertainty. "I... I don't know, Yeonjun. That's a lot to think about."

Yeonjun nodded, his expression understanding. "I know, and I don't want to push you. But I want you to be happy, Beomgyu, even if that means letting you go."

Beomgyu's heart clenched at the thought, and he reached out, his fingers interlacing with Yeonjun's. "I don't want to go, Yeonjun. I want to be with you, if you'll have me."

Yeonjun's face lit up with a radiant smile, and he pulled Beomgyu close, his lips finding the younger man's in a passionate kiss. Beomgyu responded with equal fervor, his body molding against Yeonjun's as they lost themselves in the moment.

When they finally parted, both men were breathless.

Yeonjun's eyes gleamed with a mischievous smile as he gazed at Beomgyu, his fingers tracing the curves of the younger man's body. "Well, my dear Beomgyu, it seems you owe me a more... intense round," he purred, his voice low and sultry.

Beomgyu felt a blush creep across his cheeks, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Just moments ago, he had entrusted Yeonjun with his virginity, and the memory of their intimate encounter still lingered in his mind, leaving him feeling both sated and vulnerable.

"Yeonjun, I..." Beomgyu began, his voice barely above a whisper, but the older man silenced him with a searing kiss, his tongue exploring Beomgyu's mouth with a renewed hunger.

When they finally parted, Yeonjun's gaze was dark with desire. "Shh, let me take charge," he murmured, his fingers trailing down Beomgyu's chest.

Beomgyu felt a shiver run down his spine as Yeonjun's touch ignited a fire within him, the familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. He nodded, his eyes half-lidded, and Yeonjun wasted no time in claiming his lips once more, his kisses growing more fervent and demanding.

Gone was the gentle, reverent lover of their first time together; in his place was a Yeonjun fueled by a primal need, his hands roaming Beomgyu's body with a newfound urgency. Beomgyu felt a twinge of apprehension, but the overwhelming desire to be claimed by Yeonjun once more quickly drowned out any doubts.

Yeonjun's fingers brushed against Beomgyu's entrance, eliciting a sharp gasp from the younger man. "Please, hyung," Beomgyu whimpered, his hips involuntarily pushing back against the intrusion.

"As you wish, baby," Yeonjun groaned, his voice laced with need that sent a shiver down Beomgyu's spine.

Without warning, Yeonjun pushed into Beomgyu, his movements swift and unforgiving. Beomgyu cried out, the sensation of being stretched and filled so abruptly both painful and exhilarating. Tears sprang to his eyes, but the look of pure ecstasy on his face told Yeonjun all he needed to know.

The older couldn't believe he was actually inside the boy he's wanted to see undone for ages now. He always respected Beomgyu's space. He didn't even imagine that his was how he was going to have him for the first time. Just the thought of someone else taking Beomgyu's virginity drove him insane.

So Yeonjun pounded into Beomgyu relentlessly, his hips snapping forward with a primal urgency that left the younger trembling and gasping for air. Beomgyu clung to him, his nails clawing Yeonjun's back as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

"You feel so good, baby," Yeonjun groaned, his voice strained with effort. "So tight and perfect for me, fuck. Your virginity is all mine."

Beomgyu whimpered, his body writhing beneath Yeonjun's as the older man hit that sweet spot deep within him, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Hyung, I... I can't," he panted, his vision blurring with tears of ecstasy.

Yeonjun silenced him with a bruising kiss, his tongue plundering Beomgyu's mouth as he continued his relentless assault. Beomgyu felt like he was drowning in a sea of sensation, his every nerve ending alight with a raw, carnal need.When Yeonjun finally reached his climax, he buried himself deep within Beomgyu, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Beomgyu followed soon after, his own orgasm ripping through him with a intensity that left him boneless and trembling.
They collapsed into a tangled heap, their limbs intertwined and their breathing ragged. Yeonjun pressed tender kisses along Beomgyu's temple, his fingers gently caressing the younger man's flushed skin.

"That's my boy," he murmured, his voice laced with pride and affection. "You took me so well, Beomgyu. I'm so proud of you."

Beomgyu felt a wave of warmth wash over him, and he snuggled closer to Yeonjun, his head resting on the older man's chest. "I... I liked it," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "It was... intense, but in a good way."

Yeonjun chuckled, his fingers combing through Beomgyu's disheveled hair. "I'm glad, my love. And I hope you know that I'll never get enough of you."

Beomgyu felt a blush creep across his cheeks, and he buried his face in the crook of Yeonjun's neck, suddenly self-conscious. "Yeonjun, I... I need to learn more," he whispered, his voice tinged with a hint of shyness.

Yeonjun's eyes gleamed with amusement, and he gently tilted Beomgyu's chin up, his lips meeting the younger man's in a slow, sensual kiss. "Then let me teach you, my beautiful angel," he murmured against Beomgyu's lips. "I'll show you all the ways I can make you feel good."

Before Beomgyu could respond, Yeonjun had flipped him onto his back, his body covering Beomgyu's as he claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss. Beomgyu melted into the embrace, his fingers tangling in Yeonjun's hair as he surrendered to the older man's ministrations.

Yeonjun's lips trailed a scorching path down Beomgyu's neck, eliciting a soft moan from the younger man. "You're so responsive, my love," Yeonjun purred, his tongue darting out to tease the sensitive skin. "I can't wait to see how many different ways I can make you come undone."

Beomgyu felt a shiver of anticipation run through him, and he arched his back, silently urging Yeonjun to continue his exploration. Yeonjun chuckled, his hands caressing Beomgyu's thighs as he gently guided them apart.

What Yeonjun didn't know was that he was being watched. Well, that was in the past tense. Beomgyu had noticed one of Yeonjun's friends open the door and run away with a jealous expression all over his face. Beomgyu just smirked before Yeonjun broke his thought train.

"Now, let's see what other tricks I can teach you," Yeonjun murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled Beomgyu's hips up, positioning the younger man's ass directly over of his face. Beomgyu's eyes widened, a strangled gasp escaping his lips as Yeonjun's tongue darted out, teasing his sensitive entrance.

"Y-Yeonjun!" Beomgyu cried, his fingers clutching the bed frame as waves of pleasure washed over him. "What are you- Ah!"

His words were cut off as Yeonjun's tongue delved deeper, the older man's ministrations relentless and unyielding. Beomgyu felt like he was drowning in sensation, his body trembling with a mix of fear and unbridled desire.

"Beomgyu, you know I'm tired of you moaning my name," Yeonjun murmured between licks.

"What... What should I say then?"

"You know what it should be, or were those texts just you bluffing?" Yeonjun teased, shoving his tongue deeper into Beomgyu's hole.

Beomgyu jolts and moans, "Daddy!"

Yeonjun hummed in approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through Beomgyu's core. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his voice muffled against Beomgyu's sensitive flesh. "Let me hear your slutty moans."

Beomgyu could do nothing but comply, his voice rising in a crescendo of moans and whimpers as Yeonjun continued his skilled assault. The older man's fingers joined the fray, gently probing and stretching Beomgyu's entrance, preparing him for the next round of ecstasy.

Beomgyu felt like he was being consumed by flames, his entire being focused on the overwhelming sensations that Yeonjun was eliciting. He was no longer the shy, inexperienced virgin; in Yeonjun's hands, he was a wanton, desperate creature, lost in a haze of lust and unbridled desire.

As Yeonjun pulled back, his lips glistening with Beomgyu's arousal, the younger man felt a sense of both relief and disappointment. "Please, daddy," he whimpered, his hips bucking in a silent plea for more.

Yeonjun chuckled. "Don't worry, my slut," he purred, his fingers tracing the outline of Beomgyu's quivering entrance. "I'm just getting started."

With that, he surged forward, claiming Beomgyu's lips in a searing kiss as he plunged his aching cock back into the younger man's welcoming heat. Beomgyu cried out, his body arching in pleasure, and Yeonjun swallowed the sound, his hips snapping forward with a relentless rhythm.

He made Beomgyu get in a riding position and grabbed onto his waist tightly as he thrusted up into him with no mercy, relishing the loud wails and pleas spilling from Beomgyu's mouth.

"A-ahh! Ahh!"

"That's it, baby," Yeonjun groaned, his eyes raking over the sinful sight before him. "Moan for me. Let the world know who you belong to."

He continued to pound Beomgyu's prostate, his cock driving deeper and deeper into the younger man's core with every thrust. The air was filled with the sounds of their moans and skin slapping against each other, the smell of sex permeating the room. Who knows if the music was loud enough to cover up their noises, but they couldn't care less.

Yeonjun leaned forward and captured Beomgyu's lips in another desperate kiss, their tongues entwining as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. He felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in his gut, and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer.

He reached down and began stroking Beomgyu's weeping cock in time with his thrusts, determined to make the younger man come apart first. Beomgyu's breathless cries were like music to his ears, and he knew that he would never tire of hearing them. He could fuck him all night and still be hungry for more.

"Daddy! Daddy, I love your cock," Beomgyu rasped out, his body shuddering as his orgasm approached.

"I love your tight little hole, baby," Yeonjun replied huskily, his own pleasure mounting with each passing second. He couldn't believe he had turned his virgin lover into this cock hungry mess, and the thought was enough to make him cum.

The world faded away, and all that mattered was the two of them, lost in a dance of passion and unbridled desire. Beomgyu had never felt so alive, so completely and utterly consumed by the man he loved. In Yeonjun's arms, he was home.

He bounced up and down, taking his boyfriend's length deeper and deeper, the sounds of skin slapping and grunts filling the air. "I'm so close," Beomgyu whimpered, his cock throbbing in Yeonjun's hand.

"Come for me, slut," Yeonjun coaxed, his voice a low growl. "Show me how much you love my cock. How I ruined your hole for anyone else."

Those words sent Beomgyu hurtling over the edge, his body shaking as his orgasm tore throughout him. He cried out, his walls clenching around Yeonjun's cock as he spilled his seed all over the older man's stomach.

"Good boy," Yeonjun praised, his thrusts becoming erratic as his own climax approached. He continued stroking Beomgyu's cock, drawing out the younger man's pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, baby," he groaned, his grip tightening on Beomgyu's hips as he chased his release. "You're so fucking perfect. You feel so fucking good."

Beomgyu whined, his spent cock still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He couldn't believe that Yeonjun was still going, his stamina seemingly endless.

"Yes, daddy," he panted, his voice hoarse from screaming. "Cum for me. Fill me up with your cum. Claim me as yours."

That was all it took for Yeonjun to fall apart, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt in Beomgyu's trembling body. He came with a low groan, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside the younger man.

"Fuck, Beomgyu," he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "That was... incredible."

Beomgyu collapsed onto Yeonjun's chest, his heart pounding and his breath coming in short gasps. "Wow," was all Yeonjun could manage to say, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his orgasm.

"Did I do good... daddy?" Beomgyu asked in a shy yet somehow teasing tone.

"So good, my angel. You're always so good," Yeonjun said as he kissed his forehead.

"Mm," Beomgyu hummed. "I love you, hyung."

"I love you too, Gyu."

And in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

Yeonjun couldn't resist pressing a soft kiss on the other's lips. It was gentle, almost hesitant—ironic after what they did, isn't it?—but filled with all the emotions he had been holding back. Beomgyu responded, his own lips trembling slightly but warm against Yeonjun's. When they finally pulled apart, Beomgyu looked down, gathering his thoughts.

"Yeonjun," he began quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now that we're back together, we need to make some changes if this is going to work."

Yeonjun nodded, his eyes serious. "I know. What do you want to change?"

Beomgyu took a deep breath, steadying himself. "For starters, I need you to be more mindful of my feelings. Sometimes, it feels like you're more focused on your friends and the party scene than on us. I get lost in the mix."

Yeonjun's face softened with regret. "You're right. I've been careless, and I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much it was affecting you."

Beomgyu continued, his voice gaining strength. "And I need to feel like I can rely on you, that you'll be there when things get tough. I don't want to be just an afterthought."

Yeonjun reached out, taking Beomgyu's hands in his. "I promise I'll do better. I don't want you to ever feel like you're not important to me. I know I've messed up, but I'm willing to change. I love you, Beomgyu. More than anything."

Beomgyu's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I love you too, Yeonjun. But it's not just about you changing. I need to work on being more open about my feelings instead of bottling them up until I explode. Communication has always been our weak point, and I want to fix that."

Yeonjun nodded, his grip on Beomgyu's hands tightening. "We'll work on it together. I'll listen more, and I'll try to understand where you're coming from. And I'll make sure my actions show you how much you mean to me."

Beomgyu smiled softly, a tear finally escaping and rolling down his cheek. "Thank you. I just... I don't want to lose you again. It hurt too much the first time."

Yeonjun pulled Beomgyu into a hug, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "You won't. We'll make this work. We're stronger together."

They sat like that for a while, holding each other close, their hearts beating in sync. The weight of their past mistakes seemed to lift as they found solace in each other's embrace.

Finally, Yeonjun pulled back slightly, looking into Beomgyu's eyes. "We'll take it one day at a time. We'll make this work."

Beomgyu nodded, resting his forehead against Yeonjun's. "One day at a time," he echoed, feeling a renewed sense of hope.

As they lay down on the bed, still holding each other, the promise of a better future together felt within reach. They whispered reassurances, sharing their fears and hopes until they drifted off to sleep, comforted by the knowledge that they were not alone in this journey.