Archive of Our Own

Christopher remembers reading once that a prestigious university had conducted an in-depth study on human sexual behavior. According to the research, women think about sex roughly 18 times a day — about once every 51 minutes. Men, on the other hand, double that number: 35 times a day, or once every 28 minutes.

He chuckles to himself as he recalls the part that says if you're gay, that number can climb to 70 times a day. It's the kind of random trivia someone would throw into a bar conversation once the alcohol starts to hit.

And that's exactly why that bit of information comes to mind. He's at a trendy nightclub on the outskirts of Gangnam, surrounded by attractive people, red lights, and loud music. And, of course, because it’s expected that his brain should be incapable of focusing on anything else: sex, sex, and more sex.

Still, much to everyone's surprise — and his own — Christopher Bang feels absolutely no desire to “go on the hunt” that night. He plans to have a few drinks with his friends and maybe dance a little, but hookups or one-night stands? Not tonight.

"You've had three shots of vodka in under ten minutes, Jisung. Trying to break your record?" says Christopher.

Christopher has something different about him. Maybe it’s the smug smile and the “I know I’m irresistible” aura that can unravel anyone standing in front of him. The black mullet haircut probably adds to that seductive charm that seems to ooze from his pores like venom.

"I’m nervous, okay?" says Jisung. "It’s the first time I’m seeing Minho since we spent that weekend together." He rubs his hands anxiously, scanning the crowd inside Babylon.

"You mean that weekend you two spent at a motel going at it like rabbits?" Jeongin, a friend of both, takes a generous sip of his beer while shooting Jisung a look full of mischief and mockery.

"Yeah, that weekend, idiot."

Jisung leans against the bar, just like the others. Tonight, Jeongin’s mission is to find a cute guy willing to buy drinks all night in exchange for a kiss, while Christopher just wants to enjoy a quiet evening with his friends — no kisses, no sex, no strangers stumbling out of his apartment in the morning asking him to at least cover their Uber.

"But why haven’t you seen him since then?" Christopher asks. "Don’t tell me you’re avoiding the guy."

Jisung shakes his head, looking a bit calmer now.

"He was away on a business trip and just got back yesterday afternoon, so we made plans to see each other today," he explains.

"So that means you’re not sleeping at home tonight, huh?" Jeongin teases. Jisung’s cheeks practically ignite from the suggestive comment.

"You two just love jumping to conclusions, don’t you? I don’t even know what this is yet," he sighs, thoughtful. "All I know is I want to be with him again."

Christopher and Changmin laugh, because Jisung is clearly floating on air when he talks about Minho.

"What time is he getting here?" Christopher asks.

"Shouldn’t be long. Oh, and he’s bringing a couple of friends… Who knows, maybe you’ll hit it off with one of them, hm?" Jisung raises an eyebrow suggestively.

Jeongin seems intrigued, while Christopher just shakes his head, snorting a laugh. His clever tongue, adorned with a metal piercing, glides over his bottom lip, leaving it glossy.

"I’ll pass," he says. "Tonight I just want to chill." He takes a sip of his drink, feeling the alcohol warm his stomach.

"Wow! Christopher Bang turning down easy sex… Are you sure you’re not sick?" Jeongin places the back of his hand on Christopher’s forehead and bursts into laughter when he gets swatted.

"Is it really that hard to believe I can go to a club and not want to hook up with someone?"

"Yes," both friends reply in unison, making Christopher roll his eyes.

A few minutes pass before Jisung spots parted black hair styled into a modest quiff and designer clothes emerging from the crowd. His stomach flips and a smile spreads across his face — it’s Lee Minho cutting through the sea of people, heading straight toward him.

"Hey, Jisung."

Minho steps in close and wraps one arm around his waist, placing a long kiss at the corner of his mouth. Jeongin and Christopher chuckle at the way Jisung melts under Minho’s presence. With a quick glance between them, they silently agree that nervous was a massive understatement.

"These are the friends I told you about," Minho says, nodding toward the two men standing a little behind him. "Felix and Hyunjin."

The one called Felix stares at Jeongin with such blatant boldness it’s impossible not to notice, while the other — Hyunjin — seems a bit more reserved. Even so, now and then, he sneaks glances at Christopher.

The mullet or the cocky smile? Maybe he’s just admiring the full package.

They introduce themselves and shake hands. Not long after, they all head to a table, and Jeongin quickly invites Felix to sit beside him.

While Jisung and Minho remain locked in their own private bubble of flirty touches and whispered words, Christopher finds himself not minding the isolation — though a flicker of loneliness does creep in as he realizes he’s the only one not trying to strike up a conversation, especially with another equally overlooked person sitting right next to him, casually scrolling through his phone.

"'Come on, it’ll be fun,' they said…" Christopher chuckles under his breath, making the joke aloud. "Technology really will be the end of face-to-face communication," he adds, scooting a little closer to the guy with his eyes glued to the screen. Hyunjin lifts his gaze and offers a warm smile.

"Hard to hold a conversation when we’re stuck playing third and fourth wheel," he says, glancing toward Felix and Jeongin, who are now kissing while holding their soju bottles.

"I agree, but now you can talk to me," Christopher replies with a charming smile. "I’m awful at starting conversations, so please help me out." Hyunjin laughs and nods.

Christopher runs his tongue over his bottom lip — a habit that seems designed solely to show off the piercing that glints against it.

"Cool piercing," Hyunjin comments, subtly pointing to the shiny metal.

Noticing Hyunjin’s interest, Christopher grins and sticks his tongue out a little further, giving him a better view of the accessory that straddles the line between style and flirtation. Then he asks,

"You into piercings?"

Hyunjin arches his brows and tilts his head slightly. With his hair buzzed into a bleached cut, he doesn’t need to brush anything aside for Christopher to see, under the club lights, the array of piercings lining both ears.

"I think that’s pretty obvious," Hyunjin says, laughing softly.

"I’ve got a few on my ears too," Christopher says, showing off his own earrings — a sight that makes Hyunjin smile at the way the gleaming metal pops against his black hair.

"I’d get more, but I’ve already filled up my ears and I’ve got one on my belly button. I tried one on my eyebrow, but it got infected, so I didn’t have the guts to redo it."

Despite all that information, Christopher latches onto only one part.

"Your belly button, huh?" he asks, raising his brows in pure mischief.

Hyunjin nods and lifts his black tank top slightly, revealing his toned stomach and the silver jewel nestled in his navel. Christopher swallows hard at the sight — sexy and dazzling — and silently thanks God when Hyunjin lowers his shirt again and meets his gaze with those striking, intense eyes.

He chuckles to himself, thinking what the hell else a man would want with a belly button that perfect if not to get exactly the kind of look Christopher just gave him.

"That one hurt the most," Hyunjin says, "but it’s my favorite."

"It’s really beautiful. Who does your piercings?" Christopher asks.

"He's a friend who owns a studio downtown. Kim Seungmin."

Christopher starts laughing as soon as he hears the familiar name. By that point, neither of them pays attention to the sounds of kissing coming from the table next to them — they're entirely focused on their own conversation.

"You know Seungmin?" Christopher asks, and Hyunjin nods. "Small world... I get my piercings done by him too. Actually, I have a tattoo appointment next week at his studio," he says, smiling at the coincidence.

"No way," Hyunjin laughs. "I'm going in on Thursday to get a touch-up," he says, lifting his tank top again, revealing a snake tattoo running down his ribs.

The first time he lifted his shirt, Christopher had been so distracted by the belly piercing that he didn’t even notice the black ink etched into that pearly skin.

"Man, that’s wild," Christopher says. "The universe really has a sense of humor."

"I'm seeing that firsthand. What are you getting?" Hyunjin asks, clearly curious, and Christopher pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans.

"Ah, it’s nothing that amazing… Actually kind of silly, if I’m being honest," he says as he scrolls through his gallery looking for the photo. "Here," he adds, showing the screen to Hyunjin, who widens his eyes and bursts out laughing. "It’s stupid, I know," Christopher mutters, locking the screen and putting the phone away.

"No, it’s just… really cute, hyung," Hyunjin keeps laughing. "I can call you hyung, right?" Christopher gives him a crooked smile and nods. "Is that your puppy?"

"Yeah, her name’s Berry," he chuckles through his nose, thinking about the little dog who usually stays at his parents’ house since he travels so much.

"It’s not stupid, seriously. It suits you," Hyunjin says, giving Christopher’s shoulder a light nudge. Christopher raises his brows at him.

"You’ve known me for half an hour and you already know what suits me? You’re quite the observer, Hyunjin."

"I like to think I observe people pretty well… Especially good-looking ones."

Christopher parts his lips, half in disbelief that Hyunjin is actually flirting with him this blatantly.

He wouldn’t lie — he definitely finds him hot, especially the way Hyunjin looks at him with those mischievous eyes. The buzzed hair, the belly piercing, the lean, toned body in all the right places… Christopher would absolutely love to fuck him in one of the men’s room stalls.

But on the other hand, he also kind of wants to see Hyunjin again. Maybe let this conversation evolve into something more. For now, he hopes the flirting stops here, because Hyunjin’s company is just too good to end with sex and awkward avoidance the next day.

Trying to steer the conversation away from the very clear flirting, Christopher clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"You wanna dance?" he asks, and Hyunjin’s lips stretch into a wide smile, as if one of his favorite songs just started playing.

"I thought you’d never ask."

As they stand up, they glance around and notice that Jisung and Minho are still making out, while Felix and Jeongin have disappeared somewhere. Christopher silently bets they’ve run off to the men’s bathroom — the same one where he imagined pinning Hyunjin to a wall.

The electronic beat gets louder as they reach the dance floor. Hyunjin moves effortlessly to the rhythm, and Christopher follows, quickly noticing how good he is at moving his hips. They draw closer, locking eyes and holding each other’s gaze. Christopher smiles and gets a smile back, realizing that Hyunjin seems genuinely happy to be there.

In another situation, Christopher would kiss him without a second thought. But Hyunjin feels like someone he’d actually like to see again, and that’s exactly what he hopes will happen.

The music pulses on, loud and electric. At one point, their bodies press together briefly, only to pull apart again as they keep dancing with ease. They laugh, enjoy themselves to the beat, and by the time the music stops, they’re both breathless and slightly sweaty.

"God, I need a drink," Hyunjin laughs.

"Come on, it’s on me," Christopher says, already leading the way to the Babylon’s bar.

They take seats on the tall bar stools. Hyunjin orders a martini, which arrives quickly. Christopher opts for water, feeling the buzz of the previous drinks hitting a little too hard. Hyunjin takes a long sip of his drink and turns to Christopher with a smile far too pretty to ignore. When he laughs, his eyes turn into little crescents, and cute wrinkles form at the corners.

Damn, Christopher, what a ridiculously beautiful man.

"I’m getting my tattoo on Thursday," Christopher says.

Hyunjin furrows his brow.
"I'm starting to think you're only going to see me there."

"You got me. I’m a coward and need a friend to hold my hand while I cry from being stabbed by a hundred needles," Christopher laughs.

Hyunjin, who’s just finished downing the last of his drink, laughs with him.

"Will Jisung and Jeongin be busy on Thursday?" Hyunjin raises a brow, watching as Christopher moistens his pretty lips with his tongue.

"Even if they aren’t… I think I’d rather hang out with you. Any friend who ditches me for easy kisses doesn’t deserve my time," he jokes, taking a sip of water to wash down the lingering alcohol.

"Fair," Hyunjin says. He pulls his wallet from his pocket and takes out a small card. "Excuse me, do you have a pen?" he asks the bartender, who quickly hands one over. Hyunjin nods in thanks and scribbles something on the back of the card. "Here."

"You want me to start taking pilates?" Christopher reads the info of an instructor on the front of the card and chuckles.

"Pilates is great for core strength, but what you really want is on the back."

Christopher flips it over to see Hyunjin’s number written down, along with a note on how to save it: “Hyunie” is the suggested contact name.

"Call me. Maybe we can do something after your tattoo," he says with a sly smile.

Christopher isn’t dumb — he knows Hyunjin is clearly implying that things might move beyond the club. And honestly, that doesn’t sound bad at all.

"I will. Count on it."

Christopher calls.

They agree to meet for coffee at a bakery near Seungmin’s tattoo studio. Their meetup is at 2 p.m., the same time Hyunjin is scheduled for his touch-up. Christopher’s appointment is at 4, but he shows up at 1:55 to be there with Hyunjin.

As soon as he pushes open the glass door, he spots Hyunjin sitting in the waiting area, glued to his phone. The moment Hyunjin notices the familiar mullet walk through the door, his face lights up with that wide, open smile. Christopher walks over and sits beside him on the white couch.

"Do you come here often?" Christopher teases, and Hyunjin puts his phone away, looking at him.

"Only when I need to help a hyung who’s scared of needles not piss his pants during a tattoo. What about you?" he says with a playful grin, and Christopher clutches his chest dramatically.

"Wow! Harsh."

"You have no idea," Hyunjin raises his brows. "So, are you ready?"

"Kind of… I think there’s still time to back out, right?"

"No way! Berry deserves her tribute," he encourages, watching Christopher take a deep breath. "Come on, it doesn’t hurt that bad. And you’ve got so many piercings, you shouldn’t be this scared. Where are you getting it?"

"Right here on my wrist," he says, showing his pale skin. "And piercings are one quick stab, not hours of continuous stabbing."

"You’ll be fine. You’re dramatic, but you’ll survive."

"Hwang Hyunjin?" Seungmin’s assistant, and also his boyfriend, Changbin, opens the small door separating the waiting area from the studio.

Hyunjin stands, gesturing to Christopher.

"Come with me."

They enter the studio and find Seungmin swapping out equipment, a mask resting under his chin.

"Well, well," Seungmin says when he sees them. "What kind of alternate reality is this where you two show up together?" He spins in his wheeled chair to grab a few more tools for Hyunjin’s session.

"Oh, we’re not together ," Christopher says, and Hyunjin nods. "We met Saturday at a club and coincidentally booked appointments with you."

"Kim Seungmin: accidental matchmaker," Seungmin says as he pulls the mask over his face, motioning for Hyunjin to lie down on the table.

"We’re friends, hyung," Hyunjin grumbles, and Seungmin just nods, unfazed.

Christopher settles into a small couch to watch. Before lying down, Hyunjin takes off his jacket and his navy-blue shirt, revealing that perfect body to both Seungmin and Christopher.

"No drooling allowed," Seungmin quips.

Christopher immediately looks away.

"You’re so annoying," Hyunjin jokes.

"Thank you," Seungmin replies.

Seungmin begins working on the tattoo along Hyunjin’s ribs, and just the thought of those needles soon puncturing his own skin gives Christopher chills. Hyunjin seems completely relaxed, and Christopher hopes he can manage at least a fraction of that composure.

By the time they finish, it’s almost 4 p.m. The time flies — Hyunjin’s sculpted torso has been very entertaining. Seungmin wraps the tattoo in a protective film and gives some instructions, then starts prepping for Christopher.

"Your turn, Bang," Seungmin says, gesturing to the table. Christopher sighs and walks over.

"Fighting!" Hyunjin cheers sweetly, and Christopher makes a terrified face, making him laugh.

Christopher lies down, and as soon as the needles touch his skin, he realizes he’s been overreacting. It hurts, sure, but nowhere near as bad as he expected. The tattoo, a simple outline of a puppy, doesn’t take long. When it’s done, Seungmin wraps it up and gives him some care instructions too.

"Still alive?" Hyunjin asks, laughing as they leave the studio.

"Funny. It hurt, but it was worth it," Christopher says, walking down the sidewalk toward the bakery.

"It always is. Just be careful — once you get one, it’s addictive," Hyunjin warns, and Christopher frowns. As far as he knows, Hyunjin only has one tattoo.

"So where are the others?"

Hyunjin shrugs.

"Good luck finding out," he winks, and Christopher snorts, already imagining just how inappropriate those tattoo locations must be.

They reach the bakery and sit at a table by the window, where the soft orange light of the late afternoon sun spills in. Christopher orders a cappuccino; Hyunjin gets an iced Americano. Each of them orders a slice of cheesecake, and once their orders arrive, they start eating.

"When am I going to meet Berry?" Hyunjin asks, wiping a bit of cream from his lower lip.

"Already trying to meet my daughter? That’s fast." The soft sunlight glows on Christopher’s pale skin, and for a second, Hyunjin can only think about how absurdly beautiful he is.

"What can I say? You make me want to settle down early," they both laugh, and Christopher nods, playing along.

"Tomorrow night. I’ll cook for you, and you can meet Berry. What do you say?" Hyunjin’s smile falters into surprise — he hadn’t expected his flirting to be returned so quickly.

"I’m in. But only if I can bring my white sauce pasta as backup," he says, extending a hand.

Christopher pauses mid-bite and extends his own, shaking Hyunjin’s hand.

"Deal."

As the evening goes on, the two of them realize they have much more in common than they ever imagined. Christopher learns that Hyunjin works as a marketing director at a skincare company and lives in a downtown apartment — all at just twenty-five. Hyunjin, in turn, discovers that Christopher is a man deeply passionate about music and works as a producer at a recording studio.

They immediately click, connecting easily through irony and sarcasm. Smiles rarely leave their lips and, even if things still sit firmly in the realm of friendship, neither of them would rule out the possibility that something romantic could eventually spark between them.

The next day, Christopher starts cooking at 6 PM so everything will be ready by 8 PM — Hyunjin’s expected arrival time. Everything goes smoothly. With only twenty minutes to go, Christopher finishes styling his hair and sprays on a bold men’s cologne.

Right on time, at 8 PM, the doorbell rings, signaling Hyunjin’s arrival. Christopher leaves Berry peacefully curled up in her armchair in the tidy living room. When he opens the door, he’s greeted by a buzzcut head of bleached hair, a lean, beautiful body in skinny jeans and an oversized button-up shirt. On Hyunjin’s feet, black boots. In his hands, a dish full of what looks like delicious creamy pasta, just as he promised.

“Jesus! That’s beautiful,” Hyunjin says. Christopher grins, thinking the compliment is about him.
“Can you move? I can’t see Berry.”

With the hand not holding the dish, Hyunjin nudges Christopher’s shoulder and steps inside, heading straight for the cocker spaniel with caramel and white fur.

“I could kick you out of my house for that, you know,” Christopher says, closing the door and following Hyunjin, who sets the dish down on the coffee table.

He’s now squatting in front of the armchair, petting a very confused Berry who has just woken up from the affection.

“Oh my God, what a sweet little thing,” Hyunjin coos in that silly puppy-talk voice, and Christopher nearly bursts out laughing — he talks to Berry the same exact way.
“Who’s a good girl? You are!” Berry seems to like her dad’s new friend, wagging her tail and barking happily at Hyunjin.
“Can I have her, hyung?” Hyunjin asks with sparkling eyes, and Christopher just huffs in mock offense.

“Stop trying to steal my daughter. She would never go with you.” He picks up the pup and kisses her soft fur. “Anyway, it’s bedtime for the kid so the adults can eat.”

“Oh, but I thought she’d stay here with us…” Hyunjin pouts.

“If she stays, we won’t be able to eat in peace. Berry loves meat and she’ll be at your feet the whole time until you give her the entire plate,” he explains. Hyunjin can’t really argue, and just watches Christopher carry Berry to a cozy little spot on the balcony, complete with a dog bed and plenty of toys.
“There, now we can eat.”

Christopher takes Hyunjin’s dish to the dining table, placing it alongside the other plates he’s prepared. Everything is neatly arranged in the dining area. The table is small, with only four chairs, so they sit close together and help themselves.

“Mmm, you’re a good cook,” Hyunjin says, complimenting the meal.

“Your pasta’s good too. Is there some kind of secret spice in it?”

“I’m not telling you my secret, Bang.”

Christopher raises his hands in mock surrender, stifling a laugh.

“What do you want to do after dinner?” he asks. “Wanna go out somewhere?”

Hyunjin shakes his head.

“We can stay here and… I don’t know, watch Netflix,” he shrugs, continuing to eat. Christopher grins mischievously.

“Netflix and chill, huh?”

Hyunjin laughs out loud.

“And I’m the one who moves fast?”

Once they finish eating, Hyunjin helps Christopher wash the dishes and tidy up. They spend some time playing with Berry out on the balcony until Christopher decides it’s movie time. They turn off the living room lights and slump onto the couch together.

Hyunjin asks to watch Narnia , claiming it’s the best trilogy of all time.

Halfway through the movie, Christopher starts wondering whether he should make a move. They’re clearly getting along, and Hyunjin is absurdly attractive. On top of that, his body is toned and those legs… Damn.

He figures all the flirting Hyunjin’s thrown his way is enough of a green light to at least try for a kiss — especially in this cozy darkness, which only makes it more tempting.

Christopher inches closer and pauses the movie. Hyunjin turns to him, eyes full of question marks, and Christopher gives a sideways smile, leaning in even more.

“Why’d you pause it?” Hyunjin asks.

“Kinda kills the mood to kiss with movie audio in the background,” Christopher murmurs.

Hyunjin gets the message and mirrors Christopher’s sly grin.

“Then I think I agree…” Hyunjin drawls, placing one hand behind Christopher’s neck and feeling his hand slide down to rest on his thigh, over the thick denim.

Christopher’s lips brush against Hyunjin’s and it’s like an electric current jolts through both their spines. The kiss deepens and Hyunjin shivers all over when he feels the cool touch of Christopher’s tongue piercing against his own.

They draw closer until their bodies are practically glued together. Hyunjin grips the dark hair at the back of Christopher’s neck as the kiss grows more intense. The wet sound of lips fills the quiet room, making everything feel hotter and heavier. Christopher sucks on Hyunjin’s tongue while Hyunjin’s hand explores his neck, then grabs his hair roughly.

The kiss turns urgent and arousal builds fast, the pressure in their jeans leaving no room for doubt. Christopher trails kisses from Hyunjin’s cheek to his jaw, then down to his neck, where he flicks his tongue against the sensitive skin. He bites the soft flesh lightly and, at the same time, squeezes Hyunjin’s thigh harder. Hyunjin lets out a breathy sigh, feeling himself grow harder by the second. He’s sure of it — right now, all he wants is to fuck Christopher.

“Hyung…” he whispers between kisses against his neck.

“Hm?” Christopher mumbles, still busy tasting his warm, fragrant skin.

“Let’s go to your room,” Hyunjin pleads.

Christopher nods, still caught in the rush.

As he stands, Hyunjin pulls him into another kiss, hands digging into Christopher’s thick ass. He moans softly when Christopher licks his bottom lip before biting it. They start walking to the bedroom, barely watching where they step, letting instinct guide them.

Once inside, Christopher fumbles with the door, and their shirts come off along the way. Now it’s just skin on skin — hot, sliding, electric. Christopher’s abs are more defined, cut into sharp lines, while Hyunjin’s lean torso gleams under the light, his belly adorned with a shiny navel piercing.

Hyunjin licks along Christopher’s neck, tasting his delicious skin.

Christopher manages to switch on the light and pins Hyunjin against the wall, fingers working quickly at the buttons of his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. Hyunjin kicks them off and tosses them aside. He manages to open Christopher’s pants too, but pauses when Christopher’s bony hand rubs his cock over his underwear, making him moan loudly for the first time.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, you’re so hard…” Christopher groans, biting his lip as he stares at the impressive bulge in the black briefs.

His own erection throbs in his pants, but Hyunjin’s hand soon slips into his underwear, gripping his thick, pulsing cock, already wet at the tip.

Christopher moans as Hyunjin strokes him, fingers teasing the veins and circling the head with his thumb. Christopher pulls down his underwear and watches as Hyunjin takes him out and starts jerking him off — slow, skilled, perfect.

“Feels good?” Hyunjin asks in a sweet, teasing tone.

Christopher’s cock is big and thick, fitting perfectly in Hyunjin’s hand. Hyunjin salivates just thinking about taking it in his mouth.

“Yeah, don’t stop,” Christopher mutters, swallowing hard, continuing to touch Hyunjin. His back hits the wall again, arching under Christopher’s hand.

Christopher goes back to kissing Hyunjin’s neck as he strokes him. He moves up to his ear, nibbling the lobe slowly, sending shivers down Hyunjin’s spine.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” Christopher whispers, biting his soft ear. “Gonna bend you over and fuck you so deep you’ll cry.”

Christopher has always loved dirty talk, but whatever he just said doesn’t seem to land well with Hyunjin. He stops moving his hand and pulls away. Christopher frowns, praying he hasn’t just scared him off.

“What happened?” he asks.

Hyunjin tries to catch his breath before replying.

“It’s just that I…” his voice cracks. He swallows and tries again. “I’m a top, hyung.”

It takes Christopher a moment to process that.

“What?”

“I don’t do it that way.”

Hyunjin isn’t sure why he expected a different reaction. Maybe he hoped for instant acceptance, something like “oh, that’s cool,” or even “great, less work for me.” But all he gets from Christopher is a look of disappointment mixed with pride — like the words just split his brain in half.

Meanwhile, Christopher just stands there, literally recalculating. Two minutes ago, he was sure he’d spend the night slamming Hyunjin into the mattress. And now? Hyunjin drops that bomb with the most innocent face in the world, like he just said, “I forgot to buy milk.”

“Top.” The word feels almost like a personal insult. Christopher blinks slowly, trying to absorb it. He glances down at his erection, which is already giving up on the night like a wounded soldier retreating from battle.

"You’re saying you’re not gonna let me fuck you, is that it?" Christopher asks, already tucking his cock back into his underwear, trying to salvage at least a shred of dignity.

"Yeah, but… but we can keep going if you let me fuck you," Hyunjin argues.

Christopher can only shake his head. He’s definitely not ready for this kind of plot twist. What the fuck. He just can’t believe it. Hyunjin. A top. The universe is clearly laughing in his face.

"No way, Hyunjin," Christopher says.

"Shit, I knew a hot guy like you had to have at least one flaw," Hyunjin snaps, crouching down to grab his pants off the floor.

Christopher huffs a laugh, crossing his arms as he watches Hyunjin get dressed with his pride in tatters.

"A flaw? I’d call it good taste," he shoots back, raising an eyebrow.

"Good taste would be letting me fuck you," Hyunjin retorts, slipping on his pants with a dramatic sigh.

"Oh, how romantic. Do you say that to all the guys or am I special?"

"Only to the ones who get me all worked up and then hit me with a ‘no way’ while looking like some tragic heartthrob."

Christopher laughs, even though he’s trying hard to keep his firm stance.

"You really thought you could come here, sit on my couch, get naked, tease me until I’m hard, and then just fuck me? Do I look like a bottom to you?"

Hyunjin shrugs. "No, but I was hopeful."

Christopher covers his face, laughing. Damn Hyunjin. Damn that cheeky little face — and that body too.

"You’re impossible," Christopher says.

"And you’re way too hot to be so heteronormative."

"Heteronormative? You’re not even versatile."

"Hey! I’m emotionally versatile. That counts, right?"

"What?" Christopher lets out a breath through his nose. "Definitely not for what we were about to do."

Looking resigned, Hyunjin touches the doorknob.

"Wait, you’re leaving?" Christopher tries to stop him.

"Yeah… I mean, I don’t think there’s a vibe for the movie anymore, or for anything else."

Christopher lowers his eyes, clearly disappointed.

"Yeah, I guess you’re right." He scratches the back of his neck, nervous. "But we can still be friends, right?" he asks, and Hyunjin bites his lip, nodding.

"Of course… I’ll call you, okay? I’m heading out now," he says, already stepping through the door with his pants in hand, looking for his shirt in the hallway. "Give Berry a kiss for me."

Christopher’s got his pants on too, shirt still somewhere forgotten.

"Will do. See you, Hyunjin," he nods, and Hyunjin smiles before turning away.

Once he’s gone, Christopher lets out a frustrated sigh and runs his hands through his hair. He can’t even jerk off, that’s how frustrated he is. Shit. When you find someone as cool and sexy as Hyunjin, there should be a guarantee that he’s a bottom, you know? Just to make things work. It would save so much heartache, so much illusion — and one hell of a case of blue balls.

"Fucking hell…" he mutters, collapsing on the couch and staring at the ceiling.

That’s all that’s left.

(...)

Days go by, and the friendship between Hyunjin and Christopher only grows, but they don’t try to hook up again after the frustrating incident two weeks ago. Just like Christopher, Hyunjin’s also pretty upset — maybe even a little pissed. He really wants to fuck Christopher, but he always ends up backing out whenever he remembers the guy’s special interest in his ass — or more specifically, his virgin little hole.

Hyunjin figures out he’s gay at fifteen, but only has sex with another man at eighteen. Seven years later, he’s been the top every single time. He never lets himself try being a bottom, mostly because he’s seen how the guys he hooks up with usually wince in pain and look super uncomfortable during sex. So he gradually puts the idea aside — plus, he never really wants to be the one underneath.

With Christopher, the story’s a little different. He has bottomed a few times before, but didn’t enjoy it that much. So he decides to stick with what he likes. What’s the point of giving up his preferences for someone else’s pleasure if he wouldn’t enjoy it at all? Besides, he figures he could spend the rest of his life squeezing, licking, and biting male asses and thighs. Fucking a hot guy is one of his favorite things in the world.

But things keep getting worse, because Hyunjin and Christopher become a living cliché — part of the gay population that thinks about sex 70 times a day. And in their situation, that number might’ve doubled.

They go out now and then for a walk or a drink, but holy hell — the sexual tension between them is so thick it’s practically tangible. Hyunjin stares at the bulge in Christopher’s pants like he’s hypnotized, and Christopher straight-up drools over Hyunjin’s thighs. It’s deeply uncomfortable for anyone around. They even end up kissing one night at Babylon when they go out with Jisung and Minho, but they stop before it gets out of hand and lands them in the same frustrating place again.

So there they are: friends, frustrated, and horny as hell.

"That’s the fourth bag of dog food this month. How does such a tiny little dog eat so much? Where does it all go?" Christopher says, and hears a lovely laugh on the other end of the line.

He’s lying in bed, phone pressed to his ear, in a call that’s already gone on for several minutes with Hyunjin. Berry is curled up in her bed in Christopher’s room, sleeping soundly.

"She’s a foodie like her dad," Hyunjin replies, sitting in an armchair at his place.

"Speaking of food, when are you gonna take me to that fancy restaurant you said you take your hookups to?" Christopher says, and Hyunjin clicks his tongue.

"You’re not one of my hookups, so there’s no reason to take you there," he replies. Christopher groans.

"Hyunjin, it’s pretty obvious we wanna fuck." Silence on the other end. "The guys said the sexual tension’s so bad it makes people uncomfortable."

"And what do you wanna do about it?" Hyunjin leans his head back against the chair.

"Either we distance ourselves and stop talking, or…"

"Or…?"

"Or we fuck already, get it over with, and live happily ever after in a beautiful friendship."

"Fine, let’s fuck. All you gotta do is give in and let me fuck you," he says casually, and Christopher lets out a breath into the phone.

"Why not you ? I’m sure you won’t regret it."

"No way, hyung . You’re not getting anywhere near my ass," he says firmly — and instead of complaining, Christopher answers with a sultry, teasing tone.

"You know, I find it so sexy when you call me hyung ," he whispers, and a shiver runs down Hyunjin’s spine. Christopher’s voice is deep and penetrating, hitting him in a place that’s almost impossible to ignore.

"You do, hyung ?" he teases, and hears him suck in a breath.

"Fuck, Hyunjin, don’t talk to me like that."

"I know a way we could help each other out," Hyunjin says, and Christopher listens closely. "Let’s have phone sex." He laughs into the receiver. "What?"

"Phone sex, Hyunjin?" He sounds disappointed and explains why. "I want skin on skin, you know? I want to kiss you, suck you all over, feel you come on my fingers…"

"You’re already having phone sex and don’t even realize it, hyung ," Hyunjin adjusts in the chair, feeling his cock slowly harden.

"I am?" Christopher chuckles under his breath, and Hyunjin nods, even though he can’t see it.

"You are, and I’m getting hard…" Hyunjin brings one hand to his cock, rubbing it over his gray sweatpants.

"How hard are you?" Christopher asks, also feeling his erection starting to swell inside his underwear — the only piece of clothing he’s wearing.

"So fucking hard, hyung … I wish you were kneeling down and sucking me real good," Hyunjin moans, sliding his hand up and down his now fully hard cock.

"You do? And what would I get in return?" Christopher slips his hand into his briefs, wrapping it around his erect shaft, listening to Hyunjin’s soft, whiny voice.

"I’d jerk off for you, get your cock all slick with precum… Then I’d tease the head with my tongue real slow just to hear you beg, and then I’d go all the way down, sucking you like no one ever has," Hyunjin says, and Christopher moans just from hearing it.

Hyunjin is already stroking himself in his sweatpants, listening to the moans and heavy breathing of his (so far) friend.

"Fuck, Hyunjin," he groans, squeezing the head between his thumb and forefinger. "You know my tongue piercing?"

"I do…" he whispers.

"I’m gonna lick your nipples and get them all wet for me. I’ll circle the tips with my tongue so you feel the cold metal pressing into your skin, giving you goosebumps."

That deep voice nearly makes Hyunjin come.

"And then?" he asks, desperate for more of Christopher’s voice telling him everything he’d do to his body.

"Then I’d take your cock and press it against mine, stroke us both together. It’s gonna be nice and wet because I’m using strawberry lube to make it even sweeter," Hyunjin moans, speeding up his strokes, feeling like he’s about to come just from the sound of Christopher’s voice.

Christopher moans as a delicious tug pulls in his lower belly, but he keeps going.

"It feels so good, Hyunjin… So good while you turn around for me and stick out that pretty little ass of yours." Hyunjin doesn’t even flinch at the words and keeps stroking himself, breathing hard. "I’m gonna spread your legs and watch your tiny little hole winking at me… Ah, you’re so hot, Hyunie… I’m gonna lick you right there and make you squirm in bed, begging me to fuck you."

"Hyung… Hyung!" Hyunjin moans, feeling like he’s never been this turned on in his entire life.

"Ah, Hyunie… When you’re so turned on you can’t take it anymore, hyung’s gonna slide his lube-dripping cock right into your tight little hole, and I’ll feel you squeeze me all over because, fuck, you’re so damn tight…" Hyunjin moves his hand even faster, eyes shut tight, vividly picturing everything Christopher is saying. "Are you coming?" he asks, and Hyunjin nods repeatedly.

"I-I’m gonna cum, hyung… Don’t stop, please," he begs, and Christopher lets out a breathy laugh, also feeling his orgasm close.

"While I’m still fucking you, I’m gonna jerk your cock so hard and fast you’ll start shaking, cumming all over my hand." Hyunjin nearly screams as his orgasm hits, sticky heat spilling over his fingers while he keeps panting and moaning as his body relaxes.

Hearing the other’s moans, Christopher cums onto his stomach, feeling like he’s never climaxed this hard and good just from jerking off before.

Silence settles in the room, awkwardness creeping in as their minds return to reality. Hyunjin chuckles softly, breaking the heavy quiet.

"I can’t believe I came while you were telling me you were gonna fuck me, Christopher Bang."

That sarcastic tone is back in Hyunjin’s voice, now that the shaky, needy one from earlier has faded.

"And that was just a taste of what I can do… Let me fuck you, hm?" Christopher pleads with a whiny voice, making Hyunjin click his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"Forget it, hyung. That was just a momentary slip," he replies, though deep down he knows it was much more than that.

"Alright, if you say so. I gotta hang up and… take a shower," Christopher laughs, noticing the mess all over his stomach.

"Okay, I’ll call you later," Hyunjin replies and hangs up, letting the phone drop onto his chest.

He gets up and heads for the shower. As he looks at himself in the mirror, he notices how flushed his cheeks are, almost like someone pinched him. It’s strange, but he assumes it’s just from the intense orgasm. He takes a long, hot shower, Christopher’s words still vivid in his mind, sending chills through his body all over again.

Hyunjin has never been the bottom, even though many guys have tried to fuck him. Maybe if he just gave it a try…

"No. Definitely not gonna happen," he tells himself as he dries off with a towel, trying to push away the silly thoughts invading his mind.

The day is pleasant. Hyunjin has invited Minho and Felix over to play Warzone with him that Sunday. Felix brings caramel popcorn, and Minho grabs some beer, while Hyunjin provides the console and the house — because he’s very generous, obviously.

After Felix wins three rounds in a row, Hyunjin sulks, saying he doesn’t want to play anymore. Minho tickles him to try and get that pout off his face.

"Hyunjin could be thirty and he’ll still sulk when he loses in Warzone," Felix comments, stuffing a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth. "Just admit I’m the king of this game and it’ll hurt less."

"Ha, ha, ha! Keep dreaming! You just caught me on an off day," Hyunjin says, watching Felix roll his eyes at his whining.

"Off day for you, maybe. For me it’s perfect — I’m going out with Jisung tonight," Minho rubs his hands together, biting his lip in anticipation.

"What’s new? You two have been going out every weekend for a month. That guy must’ve given you some grade-A dick, huh, Minho?" Felix jokes, and Minho gives him a playful slap on the forehead, still grinning.

"Can’t even deny it — he’s amazing and rides so damn good," he licks his lips. On any other day, Hyunjin would join in with raunchy comments, but lately he’s been feeling conflicted about sex, so he stays quiet, a bit self-conscious.

"Jeongin said he’d call me since that night and still nothing. Asshole. I hope he can’t get it up next time he tries to screw someone," Felix says, drinking his beer and trashing Jeongin.

"What about you and Christopher, Hyunie?" Minho asks, and Hyunjin swallows hard, hugging a pillow to his chest.

"Ah, hyung and I are just friends," he bites the inside of his cheek, a little nervous.

"Friends, huh? And what about that kiss at the club?"

"That was… that was… just a misunderstanding. There’s nothing going on between us."

Hyunjin’s eyes dart around, clearly betraying the lie. Minho and Felix exchange that classic does this boy really think he’s fooling anyone? look and settle in on the couch, both facing Hyunjin, who’s stuck in the middle.

"Start spilling," Felix says, and Hyunjin makes a pouty face.

"Christopher wants to fuck me, but I’ve never bottomed for anyone, and weirdly, I want to let him, what do I do?" he blurts out all at once, skipping commas and sighing at the end, watching his friends' shocked expressions.

"Wait, you what ?" Minho asks, still a bit stunned.

"Ugh, hyung, don’t make me say it again," he hides his face in his hands.

"Okay, so he wants to bottom for Christopher," Felix says, and Hyunjin whines at hearing it said out loud.

"You can talk about this, Hyunie, we’re here to listen," Minho tells him, and he sighs, gathering the courage to explain his dilemma.

"It’s just… when I met Christopher, we hit it off right away. We even got tattoos together. That night I went to his place for dinner, we started making out and it was amazing. I mean, until the moment he said he wanted to fuck me, and then I stopped everything and told him it wasn’t gonna happen." Felix and Minho listen, stunned.

"So you two didn’t sleep together that night?" Felix asks.

"Is he a top like you?" Minho adds.

"Yes! And it sucks, because I’m super into him and he’s into me too. And then, like three days ago, we were on the phone and ended up having phone sex. I came while he was saying he was gonna fuck me doggy style. DOGGY STYLE! " Hyunjin suddenly starts spiraling. "Now I’m dying to actually have sex with him, but I’d have to give up my ass, do you get how serious this is?"

"What I don’t get is why you’re freaking out this much. Just let him fuck you — what’s so hard about that?" Minho asks.

Hyunjin gapes in disbelief.

"Hyung’s right," Felix says. "You’re overcomplicating things. Just try bottoming and it’ll all work out."

Hyunjin’s eyes go wide. Just try it? The disrespect to his emotional crisis is unreal.

"What do you mean 'just try it'? This involves a lot , including having a dick go into my ass, which, by the way, has never had anything inside it!"

"Dear God, what kind of gay never bottomed? You’re doing gay wrong, Hyunie," Minho says, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

"People can have one single preference, hyung. Being only a top doesn’t make me any less gay," he shoots back.

"You’re right — but we can only have a preference after trying both. Like me, I prefer topping, but I’ve bottomed a few times to be sure. You can’t say you prefer something if you’ve never tried the other," Minho explains.

"I prefer bottoming," Felix chimes in, "but I’ve topped plenty to figure that out." And a million thoughts begin to swirl in Hyunjin’s mind.

"But I don’t know how to do it… I’m scared, you know?" Hyunjin’s eyes are sad, his lips forming a pretty little pout.

"We get it, Hyunie, but you’ve got to do something. You want it, don’t you?" Hyunjin nods. "Then do something to make it happen."

"Like what?" he frowns, and Felix gives a mischievous smirk.

"Start by Googling it. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of good stuff."

"Okay, I’ll do that, but no promises I’ll actually bottom. I’ll just… try." Minho and Felix smile at each other.

After his friends leave, Hyunjin runs to his room, locks the door (even though no one else is home), and places his laptop on his big, fluffy bed. He sits cross-legged and opens Google, typing in what he desperately needs to know.

“Anal sex: how to do it?”

Sure, Hyunjin knows the general prep for anal — he’s had sex many times — but this is his ass we’re talking about, and that’s what makes it scary.

Several tabs pop up, full of sites explaining what to do before bottoming for the first time. The key points are: 1) clean yourself thoroughly, aka do an enema; 2) use plenty of lube; 3) practice first. Well, he does have a bidet he can use for the enema, there’s lube in his drawer, and the only thing he’s got to practice with are his fingers. Great.

Hyunjin sighs and closes the laptop, placing it on the bedside table. He takes a long shower, shaves (though he barely has any hair there naturally), and goes through the whole cleaning process again. He gets out, staying in just a towel — because what he’s about to do doesn’t require clothes.

He walks to the large mirror in his room and grabs his phone from the dresser, quickly snapping a photo of his half-naked body and sending it to Christopher on Kakao. The piercing glints in his bellybutton, and the tattoo along his ribs stands out.

He really is hot — and now he understands why Christopher wants so badly to fuck him.

Christopher hyung :p
"Don’t tease me, Hyunjin…"

You
"Send me a pic of your dick <3"

Christopher hyung :p
"At least it’s not my ass. That’s progress."
"Kidding hahaha. Hold on a second."

Hyunjin waits a few moments, anxious — after all, he needs something to get him going, and what better than the cause of that sudden surge of desire burning inside him?

Christopher hyung :p
[photo]

Hyunjin opens the image, and all he can do is salivate, staring at Christopher’s hard, veiny cock with its flushed tip, a bead of precum glistening at the slit, deliciously connected to Christopher’s index finger. He does it on purpose, and Hyunjin gets hard almost instantly under the towel.
"Alright, now’s the time," he breathes deeply, walking over to the bed with his phone still in hand.

He lies back comfortably on his pillows and slips the towel off. The lube is already placed strategically on his mattress, and he squeezes out a generous amount into his hand, bringing it to his cock and beginning to stroke himself slowly, eyes fixed on the delicious image of Christopher’s dick.
He moans as a wave of pleasure washes over his body the moment his thumb rubs over his sensitive tip, the lube making everything smoother and slicker. He locks his phone and drops it on the bed, the vivid image burned into his memory. With the hand not working his cock, he begins to play with one of his nipples, pinching it between his index finger and thumb, his whole body shivering.

He almost chokes when he presses down on his tip too hard, his body arching off the bed. All he wants is to speed things up and cum already, but he’s here for a reason and refuses to give up. He stops the movements of his hand and takes a deep breath, spreading his legs wider, just enough to expose his hole.
Hyunjin bites his lips as he brings a single finger to the untouched entrance, rubbing the tip around the area and then up along his perineum. The now-warm lube draws a silent moan from his parted lips. He savors the simple motion and begins teasing the area with his index and middle fingers, and when he feels a surge of courage, he presses the tip of his middle finger into his hole, whining at the sharp discomfort that shoots through him. He pulls out immediately and almost gives up — but then remembers what Minho told him: he had to try.
"Come on, Hyunjin, you can do this," he says to himself, smearing even more lube on his fingers until it’s dripping.

He brings his middle finger back to his hole and this time pushes it all the way in, whimpering at the sting. His other hand finds his cock again, jerking himself off to distract from the fact that he’s fingering himself. After a few moments, the discomfort fades, and he starts moving the finger inside, the strange sensation soon turning into something pleasurable.

Of course, he knows one finger isn’t going to be enough, so he adds another — his ring finger — and it’s just like before: it stings and burns, but he follows the same process. He waits for the pain to pass. Once it does, he begins to move both fingers inside, slowly feeling his body start to relax.
He starts stroking himself again, this time slower, his eyes closed as he indulges in the new feeling of having something inside his ass. Hyunjin bends his knees and plants the soles of his feet on the mattress, putting himself fully on display. He pushes his fingers in deeper, moaning as he increases the pace of his strokes. Before long, he’s really fucking himself with his fingers, thrusting in and out in an inconsistent rhythm, trying to enjoy the motion.

He goes deeper, curling his fingers upward, and without knowing exactly what he’s doing, he arches his back and lets out a loud moan, overtaken by a new kind of pleasure he’s never felt before.
"Fuck, what was that?" he asks aloud, though he already knows the answer.

He’s heard stories for years about the prostate and how good it feels to massage it, always trying to find it when he’s fucking someone else — but now, with his own fingers buried inside him and the legendary pleasure finally real, he understands why so many gay guys love getting fucked.

He repeats the motion over and over, going faster as the pain disappears and gives way to a pleasure he’s never known. He thrusts quickly, almost always hitting that magical spot that makes him see stars. He cums without warning, spilling all over his stomach while his fingers keep moving inside, now at a slower pace.
He pulls his fingers out, feeling how his hole remains stretched and twitching from the recent invasion. Hyunjin sighs, licking his lips as his body melts into the mattress after the orgasm. Only one thought runs through his mind: I need to feel that again.

And it doesn’t take long before Hyunjin does just that. He spends days talking to Christopher only through texts and phone calls, waiting for the right moment to tell him he’s decided to try being a bottom. He keeps fingering himself almost daily, addicted to the bliss of feeling his fingers deep inside, brushing against that spot that’s been neglected for so long.

Four fingers is his record, and he knows he doesn’t want to venture into fisting, so he figures that’s enough to take a cock without much trouble. The only thing left is how to bring it up to Christopher — how to tell him about his newest desire to try anal sex.
"Hyung," Hyunjin calls Christopher, who picks up with a cheerful tone. "I’m coming over for dinner tonight, but you don’t need to cook."
"What?!" Christopher laughs softly, and Hyunjin gathers the courage to just say it already.
"You don’t need to cook because I… because I’m going to be the meal," he says, instantly regretting the cheesy line as Christopher chuckles darkly on the other end of the line.
"So you finally realized I can make you cum way harder while fucking you than you ever would topping someone else?" Christopher teases, and Hyunjin exhales, closing his eyes at the simple mention of the act he’s been dreaming about for weeks.
"Yeah, I get it now," he says, letting go of his pride and admitting it at last.

"Alright then. I’ll be waiting for you at the usual time," Christopher says, and Hyunjin shivers at the confirmation — he’s going to be fucked for the first time, and it’s going to be by none other than Christopher Bang.

Hyunjin steps into the apartment without meeting Christopher’s gaze, overwhelmed by a shyness he’s not used to. He’s had sex countless times, but right now it feels like his very first time all over again — and technically, it is, since he’s losing his anal virginity tonight.

"Good evening. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Christopher asks, wearing a blue shirt that matches his hair, the tongue piercing making him look even sexier. Hyunjin’s dressed casually, just black pants and a tight-fitting shirt that hugs the muscles in his arms.

"Yeah, keep pretending you don’t know why I’m here," Hyunjin mutters, already seated on the couch, eyes fixed on anything but Christopher. "Where’s Berry? I need to cuddle her." He looks around the room for Berry and doesn’t see her. Christopher lets out a soft laugh and sits next to him, slipping an arm around his shoulders.

"She’s at my parents’ place. I thought it was better to leave her there tonight," he says gently, then plants a kiss just below Hyunjin’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"L-look, hyung, I need you to be gentle…" he murmurs as Christopher starts kissing down his neck, breathing in the scent of the younger boy.

"I will. Don’t worry," he says before licking a strip of pale skin and sucking on it, leaving a purple mark behind.

"Can I trust you?" Christopher lifts his gaze and looks straight into Hyunjin’s eyes, serious.

"Hyunie, I want you to know I’ll only keep going if you feel good, okay? If at any moment you say no — even if I’m already inside you — I’ll stop, understood?" He touches Hyunjin’s chin, tickling it slightly. Hyunjin smiles and seals their lips together, warmed by what he’s just heard.

"I put four fingers in," he whispers against Christopher’s lips, making him shiver. "It felt so good, hyung…"

"You’re going to drive me insane, Hyunjin," Christopher growls, gripping his thigh with growing desire.

"Let's go to your room," he repeats the same request from the night they had that unfortunate incident, and Christopher nods.

When they get there, Hyunjin feels like he’s about to do something crazy.

"Stay calm, I’ve got everything ready for us..." He strokes the still slightly boyish face of the other man.

"Then kiss me, hyung." Christopher then goes for those small lips that practically beg to be bitten and sucked. Hyunjin grabs his shoulders and nearly feels his knees buckle at the wet kiss that sends him floating. Christopher presses Hyunjin against the wall of his bedroom just like that first night they tried to have sex, rubbing up against him in a sensual way that says exactly what he wants. Hyunjin moans into the kiss, Christopher’s tongue making a mess inside his mouth, the piercing playing around everywhere.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you, baby?" Christopher whispers close to Hyunjin’s ear, making him shiver. "Yeah?"

"I will, hyung..." Hyunjin moans, completely giving in, every hair on his body standing on end.

Christopher pulls off his own shirt, revealing the golden skin of his torso to Hyunjin, who takes off his own shirt too. They start kissing again, hungry and intense, the feeling of everything being on fire returning. Christopher grabs Hyunjin’s narrow waist while leaving a trail of hickeys on his pale neck, feeling those clever hands exploring his back, leaving soft scratches with short nails.

Christopher pulls away just for a moment to undo his pants and push them down along with his underwear. Hyunjin salivates at the sight of Christopher’s cock, his mouth watering to take it in. He unbuttons his own pants and strips as well. Now they’re both naked.

They move to the bed, Hyunjin lying down on the soft pillows that smell like Christopher. He spreads his legs nervously, but likes it when he feels Christopher settle between them, their cocks sometimes brushing together. Christopher grabs Hyunjin’s thick thighs, squeezing them as Hyunjin wraps his legs around his waist, feeling himself completely open to him.

"You’re so fucking hot," Christopher says, digging his fingers into Hyunjin’s flesh, making him gasp. "I’m gonna take real good care of you, hm?" He raises an eyebrow, looking deep into Hyunjin’s eyes that clearly show a trace of fear. "You can stay on your back."

Christopher moves from between Hyunjin’s legs just to reach into the nightstand drawer. He grabs a plain condom and the strawberry lube he’d promised. He tosses them onto the bed and starts covering Hyunjin’s chest with kisses, his tongue exploring every mole on Hyunjin’s torso.

The tip of his tongue, pierced with metal, circles Hyunjin’s right nipple, making him moan from the unexpected pleasure.

"Holy shit," Hyunjin moans, dragged out, feeling Christopher’s saliva on his skin. Christopher thoroughly wets his brownish nipple and then blows on it, letting the drying spit send a thermal shock through Hyunjin’s nerve endings.

Hyunjin wraps his needy, hard cock between his thighs, lips parted as he moans while Christopher continues to tease his nipples. When Christopher finally thinks the torture has been enough, he gives Hyunjin a deep kiss and grabs the strawberry lube, squeezing some onto his fingers.

"I’m gonna get you ready real good, I swear it’s gonna feel amazing." Hyunjin expects those slick fingers to go straight to his entrance, but instead, the long bony fingers wrap around his cock, the strawberry-scented gel gliding along the shaft.

"That feels so fucking good," Hyunjin moans, as Christopher strokes him fast and slick with the help of the lube. "Ah! S-Stop, I’m gonna cum!" He stops Christopher’s hand, preventing him from continuing the intense stroking.

Christopher smirks and kisses his already sweaty forehead, the slightly long hair sticking to the back of his neck.

"Turn over for me, baby." Hyunjin does as told, a bit hesitant, lying down on his stomach. Christopher places a pillow under his hips and kisses his lower back, caressing his spine.

Christopher smiles when he sees, in small cursive letters, the cheeky little phrase on Hyunjin’s right buttcheek: Good Luck and a smiley face.

"So this is your hidden tattoo, huh?" He massages the soft flesh, giving it a light smack right after. Hyunjin lets out a mischievous laugh, biting his lips, loving the sensation.

"I got it to tease."

"To tease, huh?"

"You’re not the first guy who’s tried to fuck me, Bang. I got this tattoo to show it’d take a lot — like, a lot — of luck to get that far."

Christopher sucks in a breath through his teeth and licks his full lips slowly.

"Then I guess I got really lucky." He raises an eyebrow and gestures for Hyunjin to stay exactly where he is.

Hyunjin rests his cheek on the pillow and closes his eyes, already savoring the sensations to come.

It’s a strange feeling for Hyunjin, since he’s always been in Christopher’s position before — taking care, being gentle, especially when the bottom was shy and inexperienced — but now, he’s the one lying face down, waiting to be entered, and strangely, he doesn’t reject the idea. On the contrary, just imagining Christopher slamming into him sends shivers through his whole body.

"Lift your leg for me," Christopher says, tapping gently on Hyunjin’s calf, guiding him to raise his thigh and bend his knee slightly.

With that, Christopher gets a perfect view of the tightly closed entrance waiting just for him. He salivates. It’s pink and hairless — Hyunjin clearly took good care of that area before coming over. Christopher feels an overwhelming urge to cover his cock in lube and just shove it in, but he holds back.

He brings his index finger to it, gently massaging the spot while Hyunjin arches a bit at the unexpected touch, face pressed into the pillow. Christopher leans over him, still teasing the entrance, and brings his lips to Hyunjin’s ear, whispering in the deepest voice he can manage.

"I’m gonna fuck your tight little ass all night." Hyunjin moans, body trembling at the sound of his voice, instinctively pushing his butt back against Christopher’s finger, earning a sharp slap on his right cheek. "Filthy," he says, chuckling through his nose.

"Just do it already, Christopher. I’m so fucking horny," Hyunjin says, bold, and Christopher raises an eyebrow.

"So impatient..." He trails kisses down Hyunjin’s pale back, sliding his tongue along the muscles. He bites the shoulder with the tribal tattoo and, once at the tailbone, kisses both dimples he finds there.

Hyunjin feels completely surrendered, like his body belongs to Christopher and vice versa. He feels the other’s finger massaging his entrance and just that contact alone makes him delirious, imagining how it’ll feel to have him all the way inside.

"Can I eat you out here, hm?" Christopher presses the tip of his finger against the opening, making Hyunjin nod quickly, over and over.

Christopher asks, because even though Hyunjin has decided to bottom, rimming is something very intimate — even a little strange in premise — but Hyunjin’s positive answer satisfies him.

He lowers his mouth until he’s face to face with the twitching little hole. He spreads both hands over those tight, well-shaped cheeks, opening them up even more so Christopher has full access to that special little place. He sticks out his tongue and licks from the smooth perineum up to his entrance, drooling all over the area. Hyunjin moans into the pillow when he feels his whole body shiver from the touch of Christopher’s tongue on his ass.

Christopher begins licking the little hole gently, savoring every second. With his cock rock hard and begging for relief, he brings his hand to it and starts stroking himself slowly, feeling the wave of pleasure crash over him. He blows softly on the drool-covered entrance, making Hyunjin whimper and grip the pillowcase, pushing his hips back more and more for Christopher.

"Stick that ass up for me," he says, pulling Hyunjin’s hips back until his tongue is fully buried between his cheeks, licking and sucking the sensitive hole.

"Oh, hyung… That feels so good!" Hyunjin moans, raising his hips even more, ending up completely on all fours for Christopher.

Christopher gives one last kiss to his asshole before landing a loud smack on the cheek with the tattoo. Then he grabs the strawberry lube tossed somewhere on the sheets and coats two of his fingers thoroughly, sliding them toward the already wet hole.

Hyunjin moans and rests his face on the mattress, leaving his ass right in front of Christopher’s face for him to do whatever he wants.

Christopher pushes in his middle finger all at once, drawing a high-pitched moan from Hyunjin.

"You okay?" he asks, caressing Hyunjin’s back covered in little moles.

"Y-Yeah, you can keep going," Hyunjin encourages. Christopher moves his finger a few times inside, sensing that Hyunjin is definitely into it. Soon he adds a second finger, and Hyunjin groans with his face buried in the sheets, gripping the fabric tightly.

Christopher leans in until his mouth is near Hyunjin’s ear, whispering in a husky voice how hot he is and how well he’s doing. He starts thrusting harder, pushing his fingers in all the way over and over again, leaving Hyunjin with a delicious burning sensation. Christopher curls his fingers and Hyunjin feels that amazing wave of pleasure hit again, his prostate being nailed perfectly.

"Fuck, Christopher!" Hyunjin growls, biting his lips from the intensity of being finger-fucked by those long fingers.

"Are you ready?" Christopher asks, and Hyunjin nods, licking his lips.

"I am," he confirms, and Christopher pulls his fingers out, massaging the now-reddened entrance a few more times.

"What’s your favorite position?" Christopher asks, and Hyunjin looks at him with raised eyebrows.

"I’ve never been a bottom. I don’t know which one’s best," Hyunjin replies, and Christopher chuckles softly, nodding.

"That’s right, sorry," he seems to think for a moment. "I think lying on your side might be better for your first time."

"Alright. Where’s the condom?" Hyunjin asks while patting the bed in search of the packet. He opens the wrapper and takes out the latex, calling Christopher closer.

He slides the condom onto Christopher’s thick, impressive cock, taking the opportunity to stroke it a few times before pouring on the little red liquid that would definitely help with the penetration. Christopher smiles and gives him a quick kiss on the lips, then positions himself behind Hyunjin, who lies on his side.

Christopher lifts one of Hyunjin’s legs over his own, leaving his entrance completely exposed. He wraps an arm around him like they’re spooning and kisses his nape. He grabs his fully lubed-up cock and guides it to Hyunjin’s ass, who bites his lip in anticipation. Hyunjin grips the pillowcase as soon as he feels the tip tearing him open. He gasps, and once the head is fully inside, all he feels is excruciating pain.

"Relax, Hyunie. If you stay tense, it’ll only hurt more," Christopher says, caressing Hyunjin’s defined belly, the piercing on his navel catching the bedroom light.

"I’m trying," Hyunjin winces as the shaft goes halfway in and Christopher keeps pushing. "Hyung… it hurts a lot…" he groans, and Christopher showers his nape and hair with soft kisses.

"Shhh, it’ll pass. Almost there" he murmurs calmly, then takes Hyunjin’s cock in his hand and starts pumping it to try and distract him.

A tear slips down Hyunjin’s cheek, but he tries to stay strong.

"Hey, if it’s unbearable, I’ll stop right now. It’s okay, alright? We can try again some other time," Christopher says, but Hyunjin shakes his head over and over, determined to go on.

"No, I want to go through with it," he swallows hard, receiving a long kiss from Christopher on his sweaty hair.

After several long minutes, the pain isn’t so bad anymore. Christopher keeps caressing him, saying everything’s going to be fine and that it’ll work out. Hyunjin starts to feel more comfortable, slowly rolling his hips back against Christopher’s cock, feeling all the length and thickness inside him. The sensation is strange, but now that the pain has faded, it’s not exactly unpleasant. Hyunjin knows it gets better with time — and he’s eager to practice more with Christopher.

"You can move, hyung," he says, and Christopher sucks in a sharp breath, starting to thrust his hips with slow, precise strokes, making Hyunjin moan loudly with each one.

"Fuck, Hyunjin," he groans, feeling his whole body tremble from Hyunjin’s heat and tightness.

Christopher grabs the back of his neck, and Hyunjin opens his mouth in a silent moan, body nearly collapsing forward onto his stomach. Christopher grabs his waist tightly, his fingers leaving marks on the pale skin, and all Hyunjin can do is whimper for more.

"Harder," Hyunjin pleads, desperately yearning to feel Christopher's dick hitting his prostate. Christopher increases the intensity, slapping Hyunjin’s exposed thigh as he thrusts hard and deep, his cock sliding easily into the warm cavity thanks to the lube.

"Turn on your back," he says, pulling out, and Hyunjin immediately feels the emptiness, his loosened hole twitching as he moves into position.

Christopher settles between his legs and slides back in, welcomed even more easily this time. He starts moving with precision, and Hyunjin grabs whatever is within reach. Christopher’s thrusts are maddening, and all Hyunjin wants is to scream from the pleasure.

"Hyung, Hyung!" he moans, completely lost in the heat, wishing that moment could last forever.

Christopher cups Hyunjin’s cheeks, making his lips pucker, then kisses him. He grabs both of Hyunjin’s hands and lifts them above his head, keeping him pinned and unable to move his upper body. He continues thrusting as if his life depends on it, overwhelming sensations coursing through both of them.

"Shit!" Hyunjin cries, clutching at Christopher’s tattooed wrist as he’s held down.

"Moan for me. Say my name," Christopher growls, biting his lips, thrusting with raw intensity, releasing all the built-up need.

"Christopher! Hyungie… Fuck me faster," Hyunjin whines, not recognizing the sound of his own voice — louder, more desperate — something only Christopher makes him feel.

"Does it feel good, Hyunie? You like giving me your little asshole?" he says, his tone rough, holding Hyunjin’s wrists as the bed creaks under the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Y-Yes! It feels so g-good. Fuck, I l-love… I love being on the bottom!" Hyunjin confesses, realizing the truth in that moment as Christopher hits his prostate perfectly again and again. It’s an unmatched pleasure.

Christopher sticks out his tongue, the piercing gleaming as he wets his lips. He lets go of Hyunjin’s wrists, bringing one hand down to grip his firm thigh, and the other finds his slim waist, fingers brushing over the sexy belly piercing that makes Hyunjin even more irresistible.

Seeing Hyunjin moaning loud, his breath erratic, Christopher grabs his neglected d*ck and starts stroking it at the same pace as his thrusts.

"Chris! I’m gonna… Ah!" Hyunjin can’t finish the sentence, cuming hard in Christopher’s hand, his release spilling onto his stomach.

Christopher stops moving, a smug little smile on his lips. Hyunjin swallows, overwhelmed by the intense orgasm — stronger than any he can remember. Christopher leans in, licking Hyunjin’s swollen lips, and then whispers in the sexiest voice he can muster:

"Can I cum on your face?" Hyunjin bites his lip at the question and only nods, watching as Christopher pulls out and removes the condom, revealing his still-hard cock.

Christopher steps away from the bed and stands in front of it, while Hyunjin gets on all fours until his face is right in front of Christopher’s cock. He wraps his right hand around it, stroking slowly. Staying true to what he’d promised during their phone sex, Hyunjin touches just the tip of his tongue to the head, swirling it there deliberately.

Christopher moans, biting his lips and throwing his head back before grabbing Hyunjin’s blonde hair, urging him to take his cock deep in his throat. Hyunjin starts sucking him expertly, letting his tongue slide all over, making everything wet and messy. Christopher tightens his grip on Hyunjin’s hair, silently begging him to go faster and deeper, watching him with those big, bright, almost innocent eyes.

Christopher grunts as he feels his release approaching. He pulls Hyunjin’s mouth off his di ck and starts stroking himself quickly, standing right in front of Hyunjin’s face. Hyunjin closes his eyes and waits patiently as thick ropes of cu m land on his lips and cheek, some dripping down his neck. Christopher moans loudly as he milks out the last drops of pleasure, painting Hyunjin’s face with that pearly finish.

Hyunjin licks his lips, tasting him, then lifts a finger to his cheek to collect what’s left and brings it to his mouth. Christopher holds his cheeks and kisses him deeply and slowly, sealing the end of their incredible session.

They take a shower together, filled with gentle touches, Christopher taking good care of Hyunjin and making sure he’s as comfortable as possible. They change the bedsheets and lie down together under the warm blankets, arms wrapped around each other.

"Can you repeat what you said earlier?" Christopher asks, burying his face in Hyunjin's shaved, honey-scented hair.

"Repeat what exactly?"

"About how you love being on the bottom..." Christopher chuckles mischievously, and Hyunjin slaps his bare chest.

"I said that in the heat of the moment. Don’t get used to it."

"I can’t get used to fucking that pretty little ass? Damn..."

"I mean, if you’re that good every time, I might consider it."

"Then I’ll just have to keep getting better and better."

"In that case, go ahead and get used to it," he laughs, and Christopher joins in, kissing him softly.

Christopher squeezes the cheek with the tattoo hidden under the blanket.

"Yeah, I think I really hit the jackpot."