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“Are you busy tonight?”
“No.”
“Okay. I’m coming over.”
Dowoon likes to think that he’s a logical person. He learned how to cook to avoid relying on takeout food, he walks to and from work to get some workout in his mornings and afternoons, he keeps his personal life private from his coworkers… He even limits his fishing trips to only twice a year to save money.
But let it be known that Yoon Dowoon’s logical thinking gets thrown out the window once he’s faced with Kim Wonpil.
Physical intimacy is easy for Dowoon. He’s fairly attractive, so seeking out a companion isn’t hard work. His stamina allows him to go more than one round, a trait that his past partners greatly appreciate. He also aims to please, which results in a good amount of… customer retention? return purchases?
He really should stop doing overtime at his corporate job.
The point is, he’s a good enough lover that his partners often go back to him.
A downside he’s heard about himself, though, is that he’s too detached.
Dowoon guesses that having absent parents does that to a person’s psyche. At the end of the day, the person he brings home is nothing but a warm body in his bed.
It seems like Kim Wonpil is now an exception to this rule. He wishes he could say that he used logical reasoning when he agreed to do this… arrangement with him, but really, he didn’t.
He hears Wonpil groan from where he’s sprawled out on the couch. Dowoon rolls his eyes at his best friend’s dramatics. For the past 30 minutes, Wonpil has been ranting about his inexperience in dating, given that he hasn’t gone out with a guy for almost a year
Dowoon has already given his thinkpiece, that at the end of the day, if the person doesn’t like what you’re putting out, they’re not worth your time anyway.
It seemed to clear Wonpil’s head… for all of two minutes.
“What’s wrong now?” Dowoon asks.
“What if I’m bad at it?”
“I told you, being yours-”
“No, I meant sex.”
Dowoon didn’t see that one coming. Their friend group usually stayed away from the topic of sex, seeing as it’s a topic of not much substance. So, this is kind of uncharted territory, which leads him to suggest a dumb solution.
“You could always practice.”
Wonpil snorts. “Yeah? With who?”
“With me.”
And now here he was, waiting for Wonpil to arrive just to blur the lines of their friendship yet again.
They weren’t even practicing anymore. Wonpil has long since rejected that date, as he was “not really his type.” So whatever they’ve been doing has just been… sex, just because.
And Dowoon felt his detachment issues slip away the more Wonpil fell onto his bed.
Soon enough, he hears the familiar jingle of keys as Wonpil opens his door.
“Hey-” Dowoon greets him as he crosses the threshold.
“I’ve been horny since this morning so shut the fuck up.”
Wonpil pounces on him before he could even retort with a snarky response, his hands pulling Dowoon by the shirt to crash their lips together.
Wonpil always kisses with confidence, like he knows what he wants and how to get it. Dowoon lets himself be led at the pace that Wonpil has set, content with the feeling of Wonpil’s soft lips against his own. He lets out a moan as Wonpil tugs at his bottom lip.
Wonpil huffs out a laugh between their lips and tilts his head, looking at him from under his eyelashes. “So easy, Dowoon-ah.” he says, a teasing smile on his lips.
Dowoon rolls his eyes and snakes his hands under Wonpil’s shirt, taking pleasure in seeing him bite his bottom lip at the skin-to-skin contact. “I know you’re trying to annoy me but—“ he pushes their groins together, making them both hiss at the friction. “I’m too worked up right now to care.” He says before surging forward to capture Wonpil’s lips again.
Minutes later, he finds himself on his bed and in a position he knows all too well— Wonpil’s legs caging his own, little pants coming out in puffs as they breathe in between kisses.
He caresses Wonpil’s thighs as they kiss, occasionally letting his fingers slide up inside his shorts just to feel him shiver, savoring the effect his touch has on Wonpil.
Dowoon feels as if he could spend hours touching Wonpil, eager to see how his reactions differ with each past. Unable to resist, he slips his hand under Wonpil’s shirt not long after, tracing around his abdomen before lightly tracing circles around a nipple. Wonpil whines against his lips. “M-more, Dowoon-ah.”
Dowoon obliges and pinches lightly on a nipple, eliciting a whimper from Wonpil. “H-hyung.” Dowoon gasps desperately as Wonpil, who’s seeking relief from his ministrations, grinds against him.
Wonpil looks at him with hooded eyes. “Be good, Dowoon-ah. Continue making hyung feel good.” Dowoon whines, broken and breathy, at the command.
His hands trail downwards, eager to please, but stops at the waistband of Wonpil’s shorts. Wonpil pulled away, forehead creased in annoyance and lips pouted. “Why’d you stop?”
Dowoon shrugs weakly. “I- I don’t know what you’re in the mood for today.” Because he really didn’t— sometimes Wonpil would be in the mood to go down on him, other times he asks to be fingered, and then most days, they just stick to heavy petting— It really depends.
Wonpil’s lips pull up in a small smile. “You're sweet—“ he says before he removes himself from Dowoon, rummaging through his nightstand while on his knees.
and Dowoon definitely does not stare at his ass.
As soon as Wonpil finds what he’s looking for, he looks back at Dowoon, who tries to cover the fact that his eyes were focused elsewhere.
“Can you finger me?” he asks sweetly, eyes bright.
If Dowoon’s being honest, he would probably do anything for him right now with those eyes of his.
“O-of course.”
Wonpil smiles softly at him and gives him a chaste kiss on the lips before settling down on the bed with his legs spread out. Dowoon lifts himself into all fours, getting in between Wonpil’s legs.
Wonpil looks like heaven on earth from here, hair disheveled, creating a halo around his head. His eyes are dark with want and red lips parted as he puffs out quick breaths. There's a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead and neck— Dowoon is tempted to lick it off him.
He couldn’t help but steal one more kiss from Wonpil, cradling his neck as he does. He nibbles at Wonpil’s lips, finding purchase under his shirt again, bringing the offending item of clothing up until it's scrunched up on his chest.
Wonpil pulls away to discard his shirt and helps Dowoon with his own before pulling him by the neck again to slot their lips together again. Wonpil’s warm skin against his makes his groin buck against the body under him, eliciting a whimper from Wonpil. “Dowoon, please” he whispers against his lips.
Dowoon only nods and starts his descent downwards. He only meant to trail kisses on the parts he can reach but he catches a familiar scent on Wonpil’s neck— he noses the skin for a second before recognizing the scent as his own detergent mingling with Wonpil’s own musk.
Then his brain goes haywire.
He latches his lips onto the juncture between pil’s neck and chest and bites. He’s only slightly aware of the loud moan that Wonpil lets out from above, entirely focused at the task before him. He pulls at the same patch of skin and sucks for a few seconds before releasing, Wonpil’s whimpers sounding like heaven to him.
He places a small kiss on the pink bruise he left before moving down a little bit and biting at the skin of Wonpil’s chest— nibbling a little bit before sucking again. He feels fingers thread in his hair— and for a second, he thinks it’s Wonpil pulling him away but the hand merely stays there, playing with his hair instead. “That’s good, baby.” Dowoon’s cock twitches at the praise. He keeps going and finds another surface to leave a love bite on— settling on Wonpil’s shoulder.
He does this a few more times before he’s satisfied and sits back on his heels to admire his handiwork. Pink and purple bruises litter across Wonpil’s chest, making his cock twitch in his pants since his perverted little brain only registers this as a claim to Wonpil.
mine. mine. mine.
Wonpil’s needy whine brings him back to reality. “Dowoon—“
“Yeah, sorry.”
Dowoon makes quick work of Wonpil’s shorts, cock bobbing up as it’s set free from its confines. He quickly settles between Wonpil’s legs while warming up the lube on his fingers.
“Fuck—“, a breathy curse pushes past Wonpil’s lips as Dowoon pushes past the tight ring of muscle. He pumps slowly, paying attention to Wonpil’s reactions— which was a wrong decision because as he sees Wonpil’s eyelashes fluttering in pleasure, bottom lips caught between his teeth, and barely-supressed noises coming out of his mouth— all of his blood just rushes down south, making the friction between his cock and his shorts just all the more painful.
He adds another finger, making Wonpil rock his hips against his hand. he barely resists the urge to rut into the mattress as Wonpil gets louder “Dowoon— ah, ah, fuck!”
Wonpil trembled from above, eyes screwed in pleasure as he grinds in tandem with his fingers. “So-so good, Dowoon-ah. So good for hyung.” Wonpil whispers as Dowoon continues his ministrations.
After a few more pumps and loud moans that will probably get Wonpil an noise complaint by tomorrow, “O-one more, please.” Wonpil pleads from above him, eyes wide and dark— and really, who is Dowoon to deny him anything ever?
He obliges and slowly puts in a third finger, slowly thrusting in and out. Wonpil’s abdomen contracts with each moan, cock slapping against his stomach with each hard thrust from Dowoon’s fingers. Wonpil’s breathing becomes more erratic, and his legs are shifty, indicating that he’s probably close to coming— Dowoon is ready to double his efforts before he feels a hand on his wrist.
Confusion clouds his lust-addled brain as he halts his movements and looks up at Wonpil.
“Fuck me, please.” Wonpil breathes out.
Dowoon’s brain short-circuits at this— long enough for Wonpil to second-guess his own suggestion.
“I-i mean only if—“
Dowoon scrambles to answer. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
Wonpil snorts and gets a condom from his nightstand. Dowoon utters a small “Thanks” before unwrapping it and rolling it over his cock before pouring lube over it.
Dowoon exhales as he hovers over Wonpil, their foreheads pressed together— a little intimate for friends who fuck, but they’re way past comfort at this point. He taps his nose against Wonpil’s, a sweet contrast to the tip of his cock grazing his hole. “You’re good?”
Wonpil huffs out a breathy laugh at this, “Yeah, for ages now,” he teases. “How about you, You’re okay with this?”
Dowoon just offers a shy smile and pushes in, making Wonpil shiver underneath him, inching inside Wonpil in a turtle’s pace, attentive of any discomfort that he might show.
It took a few minutes before Dowoon was fully sheathed inside of him, moaning loudly as he bottomed out. He looks down on Wonpil again, and couldn’t stop himself from letting out his thoughts.
“You’re beautiful.”
Wonpil looks away as he giggles. “You’re not so bad yourself.” pink ears on full display, letting Dowoon know that this is affecting him as much as it does him.
After a few seconds, he thrusts in small movements, puncturing hitched moans from Wonpil. He himself could barely control his own noises as he groans with each thrust.
“Dowoon—“ he immediately halts his movements and casts a worried glance at Wonpil. “What is it? Does it hurt?”
Wonpil just shakes his head. “Just— more, please.” Dowoon gulps and nods. Wonpil grabs his chin softly to make Dowoon look at him in the eyes. “no—“ Dowoon tilts his head in confusion. “Fuck me like you mean it. I can take it.”
And there’s something about the fire in Wonpil’s eyes that say that if he doesn’t, there’ll be consequences. So, he adjusts his position so that he’s almost pulling out of Wonpil before thrusting back in hard. He almost goes blind with pleasure as Wonpil’s walls tightened around him.
“Fuck!”
“Motherfuck—“
They both curse at the same time.
Dowoon exhales one more time before he drives another hard thrust inside of Wonpil, earning a loud moan out of both of them. “You’re so good, Dowoon-ah.” Wonpil praises as he kisses him.
Dowoon knows he wouldn’t be able to last long now so he pistons his hips against Wonpil’s, making the other lock his ankles around his waist as he does, cock straining in between them. Wonpil bares out his long neck as he throws his head back in pleasure as Dowoon thrusts into him.
“unh…unh…unh..”
Dowoon stares in reverence as Wonpil takes his cock so gracefully, lips letting out a litany of moans. He adjusts his angle and drags his cock along Wonpil’s walls before thrusting again, making him shudder and Wonpil whine loudly.
“Fuck! baby—ah”
“Feel good, baby?” Dowoon asks in between thrusts. Wonpil only nods. “H-harder please. I'm close.” he pleads.
Dowoon nods and adjusts his angle once more and drives his hips against Wonpil’s.
“Fuck! there!” Dowoon smirks, focusing on the rhythm of his thrusts and Wonpil’s pleasure. He can feel his own orgasm building, driving him to bring Wonpil to his own quickly too, taking his cock in his hands and timing his strokes along with his own thrusts.
“b-baby—fuck, yeah, yeah… that’s it, fuck!”
His own orgasm hits him like a freight truck— and Wonpil follows soon after.
Wonpil hisses as he pulls out of him completely. He mutters a quick apology before discarding the used condom in the bin next to them.
He lies down beside Wonpil, catching their breaths. They look at each other at the same time, and giggle as they make eye contact— the sound making Dowoon’s heart flutter in his chest.
Yeah, Dowoon is fucked.