What Min-a didn't expect was to be lifted up to the ground so swiftly as if he weighed anything. He blushed hard and wrapped his legs around Seung-ho’s waist because he didn't want them to dangle in the air. He didn't have to worry about how they got there at least as Seung-ho kept sucking on his neck, the pleasure blinded him along with the strong grip on his butt. Min-a let out a groan as he was flung onto the bed with so much passion. Seung-ho wasted no time in stripping off his singlet, followed by both his shorts and boxers in one swift motion. Min-a sulked when he didn't have enough time to admire the candy in front of him. Seung-ho was on top of him in a second, his hands on his hips. He jammed his lips into him, kissing him with so much need before helping him out of his clothes. His hands found their way under Min-a's back, sliding down until he cupped his buttocks, and their junks were rubbing together in sync. Another moan escaped Min-a's lips as Seu
They were on the gray Italian minimalistic couch facing the 52-inch Samsung TV, which had enough space for two people to sit apart, but Seung-ho chose that moment to forget personal space as he sat his thighs close to Min-a. “So what movie do you want to watch?” Seung-ho asked, his hot breath fanning his skin. Min-a didn't mind his proximity at all until the situation began to bring back memories…memories from the previous time he was here. The similar blue or kind of purple LED lighting kinda reminded him of the last time Seung-ho made him watch porn instead of a good movie. It wasn't a choice he regretted; it led to his first mind-blowing sex. Thinking back to it caused him an erection which he could hide easily because his shorts were big enough. Deep within him, Min-a craved it again. He yearned for the dominating sexual aura from Seung-ho, his tongue wrapping around his warm, throbbing dick. This was the same couch it all started. The feel of his nak
Seung-ho felt his heart skip a beat multiple times. He couldn't believe he was blushing so hard right now in front of a twenty-two-year-old. He would have asked where all this confidence was coming from but then again, the younger man before him was Korea's number one bad boy. Min-a stared Seung-ho in the eyes, itching to seize those soft, cherry-colored lips again. “No...yeah, I mean- do you mind chips?” Seung-ho stumbled over his words, then quickly moved away from Min-a like he was an appealing drug. His jaw clenched hard and he could feel his erection as he walked to his shelf for the various bags of chips he bought recently. Seung-ho took a moment to suppress his arousal then grabbed five of the bags. He dropped them on his counter, causing various cackling sounds, “oh-we have, ginger pepper.” He didn't care for the product name, it was a stock purchase. Picking up a bluish bag, he read off the body, “we have seafood spice,” Seung-ho was met with disapproval
Min-a stole glances at Seung-ho as he drove his black Ford Jeep with one hand. He hadn’t realized he found such an innocent action attractive until he suddenly got an art coach. It was even more enticing now because Seung-ho's tattoos were fully visible. He was wearing just a white T-shirt and black Jeans. “Can you stop drilling a hole in the side of my face?” Seung-ho said softly, “your gaze is distracting.” He complained, subtly throwing him a side glance and catching the proud smirk tilting the right side of his lips. “Distracting in a good way or bad way?” Min-a asked, genuinely curious. “Distracting in the way that could end us both in the emergency room for an accident you caused,” Seung-ho replied, keeping his eyes trained on the road. “I see…I’m distracting you in a good way then.” Min-a nodded to himself, pleased with the impact he now knew he could have. Seung-ho just rolled his eyes. During the short seconds of silence between them, he did eve
“You know his name is Duncan, right?” Min-a corrected him. “I don't care, honestly,” Seung-ho muttered. Min-a found his jealousy cute. He did see why he would be jealous though, Duncan was actually hot and gentle. “So,” Seung-ho started, coming to stand beside him. “Do you want a drink?” He asked, not knowing exactly where to start from. It felt like the last time they saw or even held a conversation like this was a whole month ago and it had just been days. “No, I don’t think I want to taste alcohol just yet.” Min-a replied, a small smile appearing and disappearing almost at the same second it occurred. A weird silence ensued between them, just the air conditioner humming in the background and something beeping in the corner. “I think this is the part where you kind of like-make awkward moves so you can get close enough to kiss me..” Min-a mentioned with a straight face, then turned to look Seung-ho right in his icy, blue eyes.
“If you change your mind later, I can come and pick-” Duncan was about to give Min-a the parent speech when he gave him a bored look. “I'm 22 now. Remember that next time you want to give me any parental guidance.” “Then I'm following you inside.” Duncan came down from the car before Min-a could make any protest. Feeling defiant, he sat back in the car and watched him press the doorbell. It took more than a minute for Aera to come to his aid. “Uh, who are you?” Aera asked, studying the hot specimen in front of her. She had yet to see somebody that balanced being mixed better than Kwan Seung-ho. His hair was almost golden and his eyes were a deeper blue than Seung-ho’s. “A mutual friend of Kwan Seung-ho and Min-a…” Duncan stepped back to show Min-a in the car going through his phone. “Oh, I see…please come in and make yourself comfortable. “Is he not coming in?” Aera stopped dragging the door. “He will. Leave the door open, and gi