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Even the silky soft sheets is nothing compared to the touch of the fingertips running down his skin, as Yeosang's arms are pinned over his head. With his back resting against the bed, his body writhes from the excessive need that fills him with each touch.

Jun has his one hand locked around Yeosang's wrists, while the other taking its time feeling every part of him. With their lips locked together, Yeosang whines into the older's mouth, when Jun presses his knee in between his legs.

Several praises are whispered into his ear, but Yeosang doesn't pay much attention to them - being too caught up in the hurricane of desire that storms through him, leaving his body feeling more desperate than ever...

✦

The wooden surface of the table, in the middle of the suite, feels cooling against Yeosang's warm cheeks, as Jun practically slams him down onto it, instantly filling him up again from behind. Small circles of damp struggles to stay present on the dark wood, as Yeosang is breathing heavily with his face lying against it.

While sex with Lucas had always been rough, it was nothing compared to having sex with Jun. With him, the two of them are like wild animals going at each other. Yeosang has already earned his first red marks, decorating his inner thighs, his neck and his torso. The roots of his hair hurt from being tugged that hard, and his lips are swollen from the endless amount of times they've been bit into.

Jun's left hand is clenched around Yeosang's shoulder, nails digging deep into his skin with each hard thrust, making him moan louder each time.

"Ah... It... Hurts," he whimpers between heavy panting, his back arching every time Jun pushes into him.

His complaint gives him exactly what he wants; to get fucked even harder. The edge of the table grinding against his hipbones, making them feel sore and bruises will surely paint them black and blue tomorrow. But he loves the pain so much, it's almost driving him crazy.

"Just the way you like it, right?" Jun snickers behind him, nails pressed even harder into Yeosang's skin, making him whine again. "Come, follow me."

Jun suddenly pulls out, and takes a step back. When Yeosang looks over his shoulder, he sees Jun reaching his hand out towards him. With shaky legs, he gets himself turned around, takes the hand that is offered to him, and follows the older to the couch where he is pulled into a deep kiss.

With their tongues being the only things that touch each other, leaving the kiss a complete, wet mess, Yeosang sits down over Jun's lap, slowly letting Jun fill him out again. Jun lets out a loud moan as it happens, smirking when Yeosang breaks the kiss and their eyes meet.

"Gorgeous," he whispers in Yeosang's ear, with a raspy voice. "Put your hands behind your back."

Yeosang does so, and Jun grabs a firm grip around his wrists, forcing his hands to stay in place behind his back. Slowly he starts moving causing both of them to gasp out in pleasure.

"Mmh, fuck yes, baby. Just like that." Jun has his eyes closed, tilting his head back against the backrest of the couch.

Saying he feels on top of the world would be the only right description right now, as Yeosang lets his eyes glance out the big windows behind the couch. The beautiful, early morning view of the entire city, from the top floor of the hotel, blending together with the intense pleasure the runs through him is making his head spin in an endless loop.

"Jun... P-please..." Yeosang whispers, not able to hold himself back from coming much longer.

Jun looks into his eyes, and with a smirk on his face he tightens the grip around Yeosang's wrists to make sure he won't get a chance to break free and touch himself just yet.

"You want to come, baby?" he asks, teasingly moving his other hand to run his long fingers against Yeosang's skin, just around his hard cock, but without touching it.

Yeosang nods impatiently, holding their eye contact as he continuously rides Jun's cock as hard as he can. His own, already glistening from the pre-cum, is slamming against the older's stomach, every time he moves up and down, feeling the amazing sensation of being fucked so deep inside of him.

"You know that only I decide you when you can come." Jun gives Yeosang a teasing, hard squeeze around his throbbing cock, leaving him whimpering for more.

But instead of giving him what he wants, Jun starts biting into the skin of Yeosang's neck and around his collar bones instead.

"-so don't you fucking dare doing it, before I tell you to. Do you understand?" Jun gives him a stare that burns deeply into his soul, before wrapping his fingers tightly around Yeosang's neck.

The way he now controls Yeosang's breathing too, makes Yeosang lose the last of his sanity, and he is just about to burst even without being touched. The way Jun dominates him, controls him, and just fucks him so mercilessly hard, turns him on so much he can't even think straight anymore.

Jun finally lets go of both his wrists and his neck, before suddenly lifting him up, still being inside of him, moving him back to the table. This time he doesn't turn Yeosang around, keeping him face to face.

Yeosang feels the lovely feeling of the cold surface against his sweating back and lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Don't get to comfortable, princess," Jun smirks before grabbing Yeosang around the thighs, pulling his lower body upwards.

Yeosang can't control himself anymore, he let's a loud moan escape his mouth when Jun thrust hard and deep into him, moving his cock around inside hitting all the right places. He knows he looks an absolute mess right now, but he is too lost to even care anymore.

From the way Jun starts to groan with each thrust, Yeosang knows he is getting close and he just hopes that he will be allowed release as well.

"Come for me, baby," Jun finally pants, wrapping his fingers around Yeosang's erection, starting to stroke him with hard, rough movements.

Yeosang's voice has turned into a high pitched whine, as he comes all over Jun's hand and his own stomach. At the same time, Jun thrusts himself deep inside for the last time before he finishes too. He is finally able to relax his body and falls in over Yeosang, barely holding himself up with a hand supporting against the table.

"That was amazing..." Jun pants, pushing his now wet hair back, before carefully pulling himself out.

"I know."

Yeosang jumps down from the table, and promptly starts collecting his clothes that have been thrown all over the place, while Jun sits down to finish his wine. But the blue eyes never stop watching Yeosang's every movement.

"Are you leaving?" Jun asks, the tone making it hard to read his intentions behind that question.

"Yes?" Yeosang replies, buttoning his shirt, while looking over his shoulder. "It was great. See you soon?"

Jun shakes his head with a small chuckle, lifting his glass of wine as if sending a small cheer Yeosang's way. Yeosang takes a last, intense look at the god-like body in front of him, before leaving the hotel room, finally starting to feel like his old self again.

✦

"Where have you been?" Wooyoung calls out, the second Yeosang walks through the door. "Why didn't you pick up your phone? I got so worried!"

The two blondes are sitting in the living room, Wooyoung just getting up from his seat when Yeosang walks in - not letting him sneak unnoticed into his room, as he had hoped for.

"I was just out," he mumbles, heading straight towards his door, avoiding eye contact at all cost.

"Wait a minute," Wooyoung rushes from the table to Yeosang's side, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to face him.

Yeosang sighs, rolling his eyes at the same time, although he didn't mean to seem so annoyed with Wooyoung's concern for him. But he knows the younger will freak out, if he sees the marks and bruises on his neck and lips, which he's unable to hide with the collar of his shirt.

"Sangie..." Wooyoung barely whispers, his eyes widening up, "... What happened to you?"

The look in Wooyoung's eyes is too familiar, to the point where it actually hurts. The worry he has been looking at Yeosang with so many times throughout the years.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

At this point, Yeosang isn't even sure if he's lying or not. For the first time in years, he actually feels alive again. But he knows the cost of it isn't what others would define as 'being fine'.

"Yeosang."

"Wooyoung. I said, I'm fine." Yeosang pulls himself away from Wooyoung's worried hand, and manages to catch the glare coming from San, before walking into his bedroom.

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"Where did you go last night?" San asks, suddenly standing in the door to Yeosang's room.

"Why do you care?"

Yeosang rolls over to lie on the side in his bed, glaring at San, who's the last person he wants to talk to right now. It's later in the afternoon, and Wooyoung has went out to pick up some groceries, leaving the other two alone again.

"I don't," San replies with a small shrug of his shoulders, "but Wooyoung's been nagging me nonstop, because I didn't know where you went..."

San briefly raises his brows, waiting for a reply that never comes. Yeosang does notice how San's eyes travel down the marks on his neck and arms, which now are exposed underneath the short sleeves of a random t-shirt he has changed into. When their eyes catch each other, the look in San's shortly show something that probably could be read as concern.

While staring into each other's eyes, Yeosang is just about to give in and answer, just go make him go away. But San is the first one to break the sudden, awkward silence.

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" his voice has lowered, even though they are home alone.

Yeosang instantly knows what the younger is talking about, and although it would be nice to see San sweat a bit, he decides he'll leave that whole mess up to San himself.

"Why would I? It's not like I give a shit about what's going on in your life anyway," Yeosang replies carelessly, knowing that this particular feeling is very mutual.

"Exactly... And why would you..." San sighs, rolling his eyes.

"Just get out of my face, San..." Yeosang grumbles back, turning to lie on his back and scroll through his phone instead of looking at the blonde's stupid face.

"Already on my way..." San sneers, finally turning around and leaving Yeosang alone.