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Seo Junhee isn’t sure why girls are so mean. She doesn’t understand what’s wrong with her knock knees or her badly painted blue nails, why the kids tell her she has puffy cheeks and her freckles are ugly.
She’s tried to cover her freckles with the frames of her glasses, but they spread just enough from the bridge of her nose to be noticeable.
It’s fine that she has no friends, she tells herself. It’s okay because she’s not the only one, surely.
She settles next to a boy who sits cross-legged on the gravel, watching him pick up pebbles and toss them a few feet away before moving onto the next.
“Hi,” she begins, smiling bashfully, “Hyuntak, right?”
The boy pauses, then tosses the pebble and nods.
“Those girls over there,” Junhee hums, casting a glance over to a group of young girls, snickering over something, “they told me that my lips are too small and my fingers are weird.”
Hyuntak furrows his brows, examining Junhee’s fingers before glancing at her lips. He shakes his head.
Junhee sighs. “I don’t know why they don’t like me,” she grumbles, “I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.”
Another pebble is thrown, this time in the general direction of the girls that Junhee mentioned prior.
“It’s okay, though,” she smiles, “we can be friends today, and that’s enough for me. Everyone says you’re scary, but I don’t think so. I think it’s because you don’t speak, but I don’t know why that’d be scary. You know what is scary?”
Hyuntak just stares blankly.
“Vampires.”
The boy tugs at the corner of his mouth and shows off a sharp canine tooth.
“Oh,” she pouts, “dang…”
Junhee continues her ramble, praising little things about Hyuntak’s outfit and demeanor. She notices his mismatched socks and pokes his ankle, noting how cute both designs are.
“Your eyes are sharp,” she notes, “but they’re cute, don’t worry! Everyone tells me that mine are too big, and my glasses make them look bigger… I hate it.”
Finally, Hyuntak’s expression cracks. He smiles, just a bit, and reaches out to remove Junhee’s glasses. He taps the bridge of his own nose and smiles wider.
“Oh, my freckles?”
A nod, the smile softening but never losing its spark.
“Everyone’s mean about those, too. They’re a little ugly, right?”
Hyuntak sobers up immediately and shakes his head. He stares at Junhee for a moment before widening his own eyes to match the girl’s puppy gaze. He points between them, as if pleading for her to understand that it’s not a mockery — rather, an admirable imitation.
Junhee laughs, showing off a missing tooth towards the back of her mouth.
“You look silly.”
His eyes go back to their sharp point as his smile returns.
It becomes routine, in a way. Junhee gets bullied most days when they initially come out for recess, then she seeks out Hyuntak and rambles about everything on her mind.
She doesn’t care that he doesn’t talk and she doesn’t care that the other kids think the relationship is weird. Hyuntak is her friend and despite her small frame, she’s willing to scrap for his honor.
He sits in the same spot each day, almost waiting for Junhee to come around. It’s been over a month with nothing interrupting, and both kids have grown quite comfortable and safe in each others’ presence.
Junhee doesn’t show up, though. Hyuntak waits a few minutes — maybe she’s having those lady problems he hears a lot about, whatever that means.
Five minutes pass.
He gets up and dusts himself off, willing to look for his friend. There’s a commotion in every corner of the playground, between kids trading cards and girls jumping rope.
Still, Hyuntak’s able to find Junhee quick enough. There’s a group of boys with her, tugging at her hair and clothes and laughing all the while.
Compared to Hyuntak, though, they’re short and scrawny — it’s no surprise when they pause their torment once Hyuntak’s shadow begins to loom.
Hyuntak’s typical cold gaze is enough to get one to start tearing up and shaking, while the other lets go of Junhee immediately and tugs at the other boy and encourages him to run.
Once the bullies are gone, he can hear Junhee sniffle and he watches the girl straighten out her hair with trembling hands before turning around.
“Hyuntak,” she begins, trying to break out into a smile. It works for a moment, but falters when she finally meets his gaze.
He’s not scary, he’s concerned.
Junhee begins to bawl, not from the bullying, but because they all think Hyuntak is some scary monster. They run from him and they tease while Junhee knows better — she doesn’t care that he doesn’t talk, he communicates in other ways and it makes her cry when she realizes that the kids just don’t bother to learn him the way she has.
Hyuntak doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t tense up or cower. Instead, he wraps the small girl up in a hug and rests his chin on top of her head.
“I wish they all saw me as a boy like you,” she grumbles into his chest, “that way they’d be scared of me instead. I wish I was scary, Tak.”
Hyuntak squeezes her tighter, a silent promise that she’ll never need to be scary with him around.
It flows back into their normal schedule after that. Junhee gets picked on as they head outside, then she finds Hyuntak and they — well, she — talks the entirety of recess.
“I think I talk too much.”
Hyuntak’s head snaps up from his lap, where he fidgets with a particularly smooth rock, looking at Junhee with furrowed brows. He shakes his head, adamant that she’s wrong.
“Everyone says I do,” she insists quietly, “I think so, too. I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be my friend, I just started hanging onto you.”
Hyuntak shakes his head more aggressively.
“Everyone says you’re scary,” she huffs, “but you’re too nice and I don’t know why. I don’t deserve it, so-”
“You’re the only person that deserves it, Jun.”
Junhee pauses, mouth wrapped around words that just won’t come out now. Her face heats up slightly and she pouts, looking away.
“Not fair to win an argument like that, Tak.”
Still, the boy smiles proudly and tosses the rock away.
Hyuntak stays quiet throughout the next few years. He occasionally speaks up, but only around and to Junhee; she learns that his voice is low and gruff, but gentle to her ears all the same.
Puberty, though, hits roughly. Hyuntak grows even taller, towering over Junhee and much more broad.
His voice drops and his muscles are more prominent — both are changes that make Junhee feel a bit faint.
There’s also an underlying bitterness that she can’t name.
Junhee doesn’t understand the fuss about growing up. Teenhood doesn’t seem that fun — kissing and drinking don’t seem too appealing to her, and neither does the idea of her body changing.
Each morning before school, Junhee wraps her chest in an elastic bandage until it’s so tight and snug that movement feels wrong and she can’t breathe quite right.
For the first few months, she can’t even understand why she does this. It’s just something as natural as throwing on her shirt and trousers, although she knows it’s not entirely right for her.
Her father is raising her on his own, so the awkward conversation about bras does come up, and to keep him from growing curious she lets him buy a few. It’s always the bandage, though. She won’t wear anything else.
Being made fun of for her chest appearing flat never bothered Junhee — she’d laugh it off with Hyuntak before moving on with whatever ramble she wanted to go on that day.
Junhee’s thirteen when she goes unnaturally quiet in Hyuntak’s presence.
It’s different, a change that Hyuntak notices immediately. They’re not kids anymore, not in their school’s eyes, so recess is replaced by something called advisory, which is a period that Junhee and Hyuntak spend in the corner of the choir room to isolate.
Hyuntak first nudges Junhee with his foot. It’s a simple jab to the shin, one that simply assures the girl that he’s here and willing to listen to anything.
Finally, his best friend speaks up. “Tak,” she begins, sounding almost in pain, “can you give me a boy name? My dad said that they never planned one for me if I was born a boy.”
The boy furrows his brows. “I like Jun.”
Junhee pouts. “That’s fine,” she grumbles, “yeah, it’s fine — I was just thinking, I guess. It’d be cool to have one-”
“Juntae.”
Junhee pauses. “Huh?”
“Juntae,” he repeats simply.
Junhee breaks out into a cautious expression, almost smiling but not quite. The pause turns torturous.
“Can you call me that for real? I think-” she sighs, “I think there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know if I should be Junhee.”
“What’s wrong with being Junhee?”
She shakes her head. “I just think I’d like to be someone else more. Maybe you, maybe Juntae, maybe just… any guy out there that isn’t Junhee.”
She wipes at her eyes, sniffling quietly as she refuses to look at Hyuntak.
“I don’t know if I’m supposed to be a girl,” she finally admits fully, “I feel like I was supposed to be born like you.”
Hyuntak takes a moment to listen, finally nodding. “Oh.”
“Sorry,” she hiccups, “that’s weird, I’m sorry-”
He shakes his head. “I feel like I was born weird, too.”
Junhee’s eyes go slightly wide as she watches Hyuntak’s expression mull over what to say.
“Not fully like you,” he admits, “I don’t feel like a girl inside — but I have parts that should be. I think I love like a girl.”
“…love like a girl?”
Hyuntak just nods. “I want to be able to like guys like the girls do.”
“Oh.”
Another nod, from both of them this time.
Hyuntak lowers his voice, now absolutely sure that nobody but Junhee can hear.
“So you’re transgender?”
Similarly, Junhee goes quiet too.
“And you’re gay?”
They both nod another time.
Hyuntak just stares at Junhee fondly for a bit.
“Juntae, then?”
Juntae nods. “Just when it’s us.”
“I don’t talk otherwise,” he hums.
Life goes on, in a way. Juntae gets used to his new name with Hyuntak while the smaller boy teases the other about interactions with other guys.
Hyuntak always insists that they’re not his type.
They’re fifteen and just got back to Hyuntak’s house from an excursion at the park. The duo met a loud boy named Humin who says he’s a year older but just as dumb as them.
Juntae’s never presented as a guy to anybody except Hyuntak, and both boys assumed the plan was just to allow him to be Junhee for the day while they played basketball on the court with this stranger.
Humin, though, said that Juntae was the cutest little guy he’s ever seen — even pinched his cheek.
The haircut he just got the day before is pretty androgynous — Hyuntak looked up that word during some gender related research — but it was still a bit surprising.
So, he was Juntae at the park.
Hyuntak didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. He had Juntae to speak for him, to explain to Humin that talking just isn’t something that Hyuntak does with others.
Humin didn’t mind, and still gave the two boys his number when they decided to leave. Even tells them he prefers to be called Baku when they set up his contact information — something that makes Juntae smile wide.
Back in Hyuntak’s room, the taller boy sifts through his closet for clothes to give to Juntae. He plucks out a blue hoodie and some jeans, tossing them to Juntae and turning his back to the boy so he can change privately.
Juntae changes into the jeans first, huffing slightly while struggling with the belt. The legs of the pants swallow him whole and he needs to roll up the cuffs at the bottoms.
Then, he slides off his tee and tosses it aside. Unbunching the tee that Hyuntak had crumpled up and tossed him causes the tight bandages to press against his ribs just right and he yells out in pain.
It’s instinct for Hyuntak to turn around, covering his eyes once his body makes the involuntary movement.
With covered eyes, Hyuntak begins a scolding.
“Jun, that’s really bad,” he huffs, “a bandage? That’ll crush your goddamn bones — they’re not made to be around your chest like that. I looked it up, it’ll break your ribs and mess with your lungs really badly. Is - Is that why you’ve been in so much pain this past year?”
Juntae frowns, holding the shirt over his body to cover the wrapping despite the fact that Hyuntak’s no longer looking.
“It’s fine,” he insists, “it’s not that bad, I’m careful-”
“Not careful enough! Juntae, you’re clearly in a lot of pain,” he continues, eyes still covered, “can you take it off? I’ll grab you a hoodie that covers everything, just please — I don’t like that you’re hurting yourself for appearances.”
Juntae stays quiet for a moment.
“It’s not just appearances,” he sighs, “even knowing that I have… you know… it’s awful. I don’t like how they look but I also just don’t like that they exist at all-”
“Juntae,” he pleads, softer, “I’ll buy you something proper soon, okay? I’ve been applying to jobs, and I’ve heard back from a couple. Keep the hoodie, just please take off the bandage. I know it has to be uncomfortable — I wore one a few times and it was unbearable, I can’t even imagine it around your chest that tight.”
A pause. “Grab the hoodie, then.”
Hyuntak nods, turning back around and quickly grabbing an oversized blue hoodie. Once he hands it over, eyes still squeezed shut, he sighs in relief when he hears the velcro pull apart.
“Okay, I’m done.”
Hyuntak finally looks at Juntae and grins. “You’re handsome,” he promises softly, taking a few steps forward and gripping the boy’s shoulders. “Your posture is bad, Jun.”
Juntae is yanked into a hug, groaning as his face is buried in Hyuntak’s shoulder.
“Tak,” he groans, “let go or I’m biting you.”
Hyuntak, though, just squeezes tighter.
“Tak!”
Hyuntak does find a job — one where he doesn’t have to deal with maybe coworkers and no customers, so he doesn’t have to speak. His first purchase, despite Juntae’s protests, is a proper chest binder for his best friend.
Despite his insistent scolding, the smile that Juntae wears when he tries it on makes Hyuntak know his decision was the right one.
Juntae is almost sixteen when he comes out to his father. Seo Jaehoon was only upset when he found out that his son — his son, such an odd thing to think — hid this knowledge for multiple years.
Jaehoon promises that he’ll do his best to affirm Juntae: simple things like allowing him to wear masculine clothes, calling him the name he chose, and looking into ways to help his son medically transition.
The support is overwhelming and Juntae feels guilty for a moment. His father, a man who raised him by himself, offered to change everything he knows about his child just to once again make him happy.
Although, the look that Juntae gets when he explains where he got his name from makes Juntae groan and roll his eyes.
Starting testosterone was a frustrating process. Blood work, hours of therapy just for some goddamn letters, and countless wavers to sign just so they know Juntae is aware that this is irreversible — he’d always chime in under his breath with “thankfully.”
Hyuntak’s there with Jaehoon when he learns to do the shots. Both of them also learn the basics of the injections, just in case Juntae needs them to do it for him.
Jaehoon, a nurse at the local hospital, learned without an issue. Hyuntak, though, was squeamish — the idea of stabbing Juntae with a needle made him huff and pout.
His voice was the first change that Hyuntak knew of. It dropped fast and kept going lower for months, but still had this gentleness that was very Juntae.
Hyuntak might’ve been in love.
The confidence is what made Hyuntak know he was in love. Juntae, his bashful little Jun, was now more playful and chatty like he was when they were kids. He lost his spark for a while and Hyuntak’s sure that his heart broke into pieces when he realized.
He’s not sure how long he’s been in love with Juntae. Even before he came out to him, there was something in his head that saw Juntae as a person beyond being a girl. Maybe he’s always been in love with Juntae, even before he could properly define who he was.
The transition into a romantic relationship felt as natural as everything else. The lines between friendship and dating were blurred for a while — technically, since they were kids when teachers and parents that passed by would comment on how Hyuntak seems to be such a lady’s man and Juntae was lucky to have such a handsome boy.
Hyuntak would always think that he was the lucky one when Juntae would lead him around the school with his lithe hand squeezing Hyuntak’s own.
Intimacy was something akin to breathing for them. Hyuntak eats and sleeps, but he also holds Juntae’s hand, he makes sure he does his shot, he cuddles him when it’s cold and sometimes even when it’s too warm to cling onto another body.
Juntae’s heard the horror stories of dating as a trans man, but with Hyuntak acting as a guard dog, he’s never had many creeps approach him without repercussions. He’s never felt much pressure to date, either, because he has Hyuntak.
Furthermore, he has Baku. The boy is sweet, if not a bit too playful, and has even gotten Hyuntak a bit out of his shell just a bit to chastise what he says.
It’s Juntae who pursued something. Hyuntak was willing to pine hopelessly, take what he can get and not grow greedy. He’s grateful for Juntae’s own greed, though, especially when he first felt his lips on his own.
Their first kiss was just a peck. Both men, despite being freshly adults, had no experience with anything related to romance (except for the time that Baku had wrapped an arm around Juntae to make his crush jealous).
Hyuntak’s only been nineteen for a month when he and Juntae lie in the smaller boy’s bed together. Jaehoon begrudgingly gave them permission to hang out in the house during his weekend trip for a coworker’s wedding, and both boys plan to use this time to do absolutely nothing except be lazy together.
Juntae takes his birth control each morning at the same time — although it’s simply taken to stop his period, he always teases Hyuntak that it can technically do more.
There’s some vague plan to take a walk and grab some snacks in a bit, so Juntae wears Hyuntak’s blue hoodie and his binder. He’s only in a pair of boxers, though, not having willed himself to fully get dressed just yet.
“Tak,” he begins quietly, his voice the slightest bit groggy, “I’m cold.”
Hyuntak turns to lie on his side, wrapping an arm around Juntae’s waist.
“Have you considered putting on pants?”
Juntae huffs. “I have,” he pouts, “and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s too much effort when I have a human furnace next to me.”
He’s tugged closer by Hyuntak, who buries his face in the crook of Juntae’s neck.
“I like your soap,” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to Juntae’s neck.
They’re never gone further than extensive dry humping — relentless and desperate movements to finish as quickly as possible a few times.
Juntae has dropped a few hints that he wants to go further, but they never get enough time to savor it by themselves; Hyuntak also worries about triggering Juntae’s dysphoria, and Juntae would be lying if he said that he didn’t hold the same fears about his own discomfort.
Still, his trust in Hyuntak is unrelenting — if he wants to experience anything, it’ll be with him.
“Hey,” Juntae huffs, turning his head slightly to kiss Hyuntak’s temple. “Get up, I want to kiss you properly.”
Hyuntak obliges without question, slotting himself between Juntae’s legs and hovering above the boy’s face with a grin.
“Are you going to ask for it?”
Juntae pouts. “I have to ask for a kiss now?”
A nod.
The boy sighs. “Fine. Tak,” he wears the fakest doe-eyed gaze he can muster, “will you kiss me? Please, hyung?”
Hyuntak is only caught off guard for a moment before diving down and kissing Juntae gently. It’s a soft kiss, one full of adoration and a love confession that’s only been verbalized romantically a few times.
Juntae reaches up and tangles his fingers into Hyuntak’s hair, deepening the kiss just a bit and opening his mouth to allow Hyuntak’s tongue to slip inside like it’s done so many times before.
The kiss turns sloppy after a while, going from a sweet form of connection to something deeper and more depraved. Juntae lifts and wraps his legs around Hyuntak’s waist, using the limbs to drag his hips down and press his hardening dick to Juntae’s body.
“Tak,” he whines, allowing his hands to slide up underneath Hyuntak’s shirt and drag along his pecs. There’s a pang of jealousy, consumed by something darker quickly enough.
His hand trails down, palm pressing against Hyuntak’s stomach until he meets the boy’s clothed cock. It’s almost an awkward position for him, a tiny bit hunched over just so he can express what he wants — Hyuntak lets out a shaky breath.
His pupils are blown wide as he stares down at his boyfriend. “Juntae,” he whimpers, “I-”
“I want you,” Juntae pleads softly, “please, can we?”
Hyuntak leans down and kisses Juntae again. “I want you so bad, baby.”
A soft smile appears on Juntae’s face. “You can take it,” he promises, “I trust you, Tak.”
The boy begins to kiss down Juntae’s neck, nipping at his jaw and sucking at the column of his throat. He laps at the bruising skin, kissing each mark and humming against the body to rile him up more.
“How do you want it?”
Juntae watches as Hyuntak pulls back, lips slick with spit and an angry red hue as they curl into a grin.
“All the way,” he insists, “can I keep the hoodie on?”
Hyuntak nods. “Yeah, of course. It looks cute on you, anyway.”
“You can lift it a little if you need to,” Juntae hums, dragging his nails gently along Hyuntak’s scalp.
A quick kiss to the corner of Juntae’s mouth is placed before Hyuntak speaks up again. “Do you want me to keep anything on?”
Juntae shakes his head immediately. “I like looking at you.”
So, with that confirmation, Hyuntak slips off his shirt and tosses it haphazardly onto the floor. Juntae smiles, hands splaying along his chest and dragging up to his shoulders.
“You’re so handsome,” he grumbles, “you always have been.”
“So are you,” Hyuntak assures him, “always have been.”
Bashfully, Juntae tries to turn his head away so he doesn’t have to face Hyuntak. The boy grips his chin gently and guides him back to center before planting a kiss on his lips.
“I’m serious,” Hyuntak presses, “always. Even before you knew you wanted to be handsome instead of pretty.”
A pause.
“Although,” he continues, “there’s nothing wrong with being a pretty boy. You drive me crazy with how cute you are, and that doesn’t mean you’re less of a man, yeah?”
Juntae huffs, fighting the smile that urges itself onto his face. He sits up and begins to help Hyuntak tug at the waistband of his sweatpants while taking in the scent of the cologne he bought his boyfriend a while back.
“Jun,” he hums, “can I take your boxers off?”
In his head, he’s almost hesitant — not from fear or distrust, but instead because he’s worried about freaking out and ruining the moment for Hyuntak.
Also, it’s cold.
Still, he nods. Hyuntak hesitates instead, hands on Juntae’s waistband but not working to take them off.
“I want you to say it,” he pleads.
“Take them off,” he insists quietly. Hyuntak watches his chest rise and fall rapidly, almost convinced he can hear his heartbeat.
“We don’t have to,” Hyuntak promises.
Juntae shakes his head. “I want to, I promise,” he assures him, “please, Tak?”
So, Hyuntak dips his fingers past the band and gently removes the article from Juntae’s body.
Immediately, he leans down and kisses Juntae, nibbling slightly at his bottom lip and listening to the relieved sigh his boyfriend lets out.
“I’ve never done this before,” Hyuntak admits, “let me know if I do something wrong, okay? I don’t want to hurt you-”
“Tak,” he breathes out, “you won’t hurt me, I know you won’t.”
Juntae stares expectantly at Hyuntak’s own boxers, anxious but also thrilled at the anticipated size.
It’s really, really not his fault that his testosterone shots make him unfathomably horny — he deserves a goddamn award for how long he’s kept his chastity.
Hyuntak slides off his boxers finally, bashfully watching Juntae’s expression change into something akin to surprise.
He quite literally squeaks. “You’re going to try and fit that inside of me?”
“…it’s not that big,” he mumbles, embarrassed.
Still, Juntae whines. “Tak…”
A soft yet smug smile appears on Hyuntak’s face as his palm trails along Juntae’s stomach and hip. “I know you can take it, baby.”
Juntae grabs a nearby plushie and squeezes it to his chest with a pout.
“Well,” he grumbles, “hurry up, then.”
Hyuntak chuckles. “I think I have to stretch you out a bit first,” he notes, “can I touch you?”
The boy nods.
“Words, Jun.”
“Yes,” he confirms, “you can touch me, Tak.”
Without hesitation, Hyuntak presses a finger to Juntae’s cunt and simply spreads the wetness for a moment. He gauges Juntae’s reaction before finally breaching inside and humming when he feels the boy initially clench around the single digit.
Hyuntak leans forward slightly and kisses Juntae before pulling back to watch him take the finger.
“Relax, baby,” he coos, “you’re safe.”
Juntae nods. “I know.”
So, Hyuntak adds a second finger and slowly begins to stretch his boyfriend out a bit. He curls the fingers and scissors them slightly, allowing his thumb to occasionally rub along Juntae’s t-dick in a comforting motion to ease the odd sensation.
The soft yelp that Juntae lets out makes Hyuntak groan, already twitching despite the lack of contact. He watches as the boy squeezes the plushie tighter, burying his face in the material and sniffling.
“You’re doing so well,” Hyuntak hums, slipping in a third finger, “don’t worry, Jun, I’ll make it feel good.”
“I know,” he admits, slightly muffled by the toy, “you always make me feel good, Tak.”
It takes a lot out of Hyuntak to not simply slam into him right there and fuck him stupid until he’s absolutely leaking. Instead, he slides his fingers out slowly and watches as Juntae clenches around nothing.
“Tak,” he pleads, burying his face in the plushie again, “need it so bad…”
Immediately, he presses the blunt head to Juntae’s entrance, listening to the boy’s whine as it rings through the room. He sinks inside slowly, leaning down momentarily to kiss Juntae’s temple as he feels him quiver.
“Taking it so well,” he promises, “doing so well for me-”
“More,” Juntae begs shakily, “more, please…”
Hyuntak nods, sinking a few inches further inside of Juntae. He waits a few moments, only pressing into him more once the teary eyes open and beg him silently for what he wants.
Finally, he bottoms out. Hyuntak stays still, simply allowing Juntae to adjust and cry freely into the toy while the boy on top rubs his t-dick.
“I knew you could take it,” he smiles, pressing his palm into Juntae’s stomach slightly, “I’m reaching right here. Does it feel good?”
Juntae nods, lifting his head slightly. “Feels good,” he assures him, “can you move, Tak?”
The boy nods, tugging away the plushie from Juntae’s grip. “Can you touch me instead, Jun? Please?”
The smaller boy immediately wraps his arms around Hyuntak’s shoulders and clings to him, breathing heavily as he feels the drag of Hyuntak’s cock along his walls. It’s overwhelming and still not enough for Juntae, who purposely clenches around the length to urge Hyuntak to lose control — just a bit.
It works, with Hyuntak pulling out slightly and slamming back in. Juntae moans, low and quiet and so goddamn pretty that Hyuntak needs to stop moving before he finishes right there.
Juntae begins to plead under his breath for Hyuntak to go faster and fuck him harder. Although hesitant since this is their first time, he obliges with a groan.
Each thrust rocks Juntae along the bed and has his eyes rolling back slightly, bottom lip snug between his teeth to hold back a particularly loud noise.
“Tak,” he whines, “Tak, I’m close-”
Hyuntak nods, pressing kisses to the side of Juntae’s neck and nipping at his jaw.
“Go ahead,” Hyuntak assures him softly, “it’s okay, baby, you can cum.”
A few more thrusts rock Juntae and drive him mad before he finally cries out loudly, legs twitching and kicking out slightly from around Hyuntak. He gushes down the boy’s cock, feeling his hips stutter.
“Inside, Tak-” he whimpers softly, “can you?”
If Hyuntak were a stronger man, he’d maybe question this. He’s not, though, and Juntae’s cunt is warm and tight and he’s not sure if he can deny his pretty boy such a request.
So, Hyuntak continues to fuck into Juntae — he tried to slow down but Juntae grumbled — until he fills the boy’s pussy, buried so deep that Juntae’s sure that he won’t be walking right after. It tries to leak out of his still plugged hole, dripping down Hyuntak’s cock that still has residence inside of his cunt.
He fucks into Juntae a few more times, lazily pumping his cum into him before finally slipping out with a low whine.
Juntae, still in a bit of a daze, reaches down and begins to press a few digits against his cunt, scooping up the cum that drips out and fingers it back into himself. Hyuntak watches with blown pupils, his expression similar to a predator about to pounce.
“You’re killing me,” Hyuntak mumbles, holding Juntae’s thighs apart to enjoy the show. The smaller boy keeps going, a slight smile playing on his face as he notices Hyuntak’s reactions.
He hums. “It feels nice,” he purrs, “I like it.”
He scoops up a bit more and just watches it shine on his fingertips, spreading them apart and watching as the slick substance parts in lazy strings.
Although he’s tempted to slide back in and fill his boyfriend a second time, Hyuntak instead runs his hand along Juntae’s stomach and watches as he melts underneath the touch.
“We need to clean up,” he murmurs, “you look too cute and I’m afraid we’ll be stuck here if you keep it up.”
Juntae grins wickedly. “What if I want that?”
The other boy rolls his eyes. “Did you do your shot today?”
Silence. Juntae turns his head and looks away.
“How about,” Hyuntak begins quietly, “you do your shot and then I let you cum on my face?”
The boy pouts but nods nevertheless. “Deal.”
With a painful groan, Juntae sits up and is met with a quick kiss from Hyuntak before he’s allowed to be led to the shower.
Hyuntak ends up doing Juntae’s shot — which he truly doesn’t mind — before fulfilling his promise of letting Juntae ride his face and finish right there.
They do, however, forget about their plan to walk and get snacks.