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The soft, spring sun was casting light on the walls and the warm breeze makes it’s way through the open window. The flowers blooms in the flowerpots lined on the windowsill, their sweet scent lingering in the air.

The peaceful atmosphere does nothing to calm Hwang Inho’s nerves and frantic hands buttoning the third shirt he tried on, still unsatisfied with his reflection in the mirror.

He knows he’s stalling. It has nothing to do with his appearance, it’s his reluctance to go out with his wife for the picnic her company is hosting.

He really doesn’t like those gatherings, fake smiles and people who pretend to like you, patting your back and talking about you behind it.

But her words from the morning still linger in his mind.

“You don’t even pretend you try to make any effort. You’re not even trying to spend your time with me”.

She wasn’t wrong. They were married for almost 30 years. If there was any fire at the start now it barely flickered. He knew he was the one to blame - her love never faded, she was always the first to initiate any form of affection.

But he didn’t have it in him to feel bad about it. He accepted it, reasoning to himself that every fire - even wildest - will burns out eventually.

The soft knock on their bedroom doors broke his thoughts.

- You’re ready? - Aeshin made her way to him, her hands smoothing the shirt on his shoulders. - Looking good - her soft smile should make him to feel something. It didn’t.

- Yes, let’s have it over - Inho torn his eyes from the mirror, missing the sorrow clouding Aeshin’s eyes.

He grabbed his phone and wallet placing it in his pocket and left the room without any words.

Aeshin casted the last gaze to the mirror fixing her hair. She spent over two hours in the hairdresser dying and cutting her hair just to get ignored by her husband again. He didn’t acknowledge the change, didn’t praise her, didn’t even look at her.

Swallowing the lump growing in her throat she closed the door and followed her husband to their car.

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The park was lively - people chatting around the tables, chefs simmering in the pots steaming with delicious smell, servers circling the crowd with trays filled with beer and wine.

Inho grabbed two glasses and hold one to his wife, who accepted it with smile. He mirrored her expression, feeling how fake it was. He simply didn’t care.

As soon as they entered the center of the park, few of her coworkers joined them laughing and sharing anecdotes. Inho smiled and laughed when the conversation was required it but he couldn’t help to checking his phone from time to time.

It wasn’t a company he felt like he belonged to. They were boring, just bunch of random people who didn’t have anything in common with him. But he promised Aeshin to try harder so the fake smile barely disappeared from his lips.

- Eunji! - Aeshin’s voice warmed up when he spotted her friend, waving her over.

Inho has to fight to not roll his eyes over. He never met Eunji before but he heard about her almost on a daily basis. He was happy that his wife found a friend but it wasn’t him who wanted to befriend the woman.

He put more warm smile on his face anyway, didn’t wanna hurt his wife more than he did.

Black-haired woman with warm eyes approached them, waving her hand animatedly.

- Eunji, this is my husband Inho - Aeshin smiled proudly putting her hand on his shoulder.

- Nice to meet you - she stretched her hand and Inho gave her a handshake. - I heard a lot about you.

- I hope nothing too bad - he smiled at her tightly.

- Ahh, only good things, I promise! - Eunji smile widened.

- Where’s your husband? - Aeshin looked around with curious eyes.

- He’ll be here in a second, the parking was full and I left him to find a spot - Eunji bowed her head to Inho, accepting the glass of wine he held for her. - Oh, there he is!

Inho’s head turned in the direction she was looking and his breath hitched.

The man approaching them could be around his age. Longer hair catches the sunlight, pale-pink shirt tucked into black jeans and big doe-like eyes gave him an ethereal look. The graceful way he was moving and the easy wide smile tugged at Inho’s heart in dangerous way.

- This is my husband, Gihun - Eunji’s hand wrapped around his arm. - Honey, this is my friend Aeshin and her husband, Inho.

Gihun’s smile didn’t falter - it widened if anything. - It’s my pleasure, Seong Gihun.

Aeshin squeezed his outstretched hand with easy, soft smile.

Gihun turned his attention to Inho and hold his hand over. Inho grabbed it and swallowed hard when he felt the pressure of his hand going straight to his chest.

When their eyes connected something unreadable flashed in Gihun’s face but it disappeared quickly when he adverted his gaze.

Inho felt the tingling sensation in his hand and he pressed it into his pocket.

Women was engaged in their conversation already and Gihun was making jokes laughing easily with them.

But Inho couldn’t stop his eyes following him, noticing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the way his hands flipped the strands of his hair behind his ears, the way his head tilted when he was paying attention to the conversation.

He tried to stop the unwanted feeling filling his chest, but with every sound of Gihun’s voice and every time their eyes met he felt the warmth running through his veins.

Aeshin’s hand on his shoulder burned him, Eunji’s hand over Gihun’s arm was leaving the ashes behind his eyes.

He needed to get out, quickly.

- I’m sorry - he smiled politely - I’ll be right back. Just need to make quick call to work.

Aeshin’s eyes locked with his. She could read him like no one else and she knew it was a lie. But she decided not to comment. - Of course, darling. Take your time - her sweet voice drilled a hole in Inho’s brain.

Eunji smiled softly at him and Gihun bowed his head, taking a sip of his beer.

Inho trying not to focus on the view of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down while he was swallowing quickly turned around and made his way out of the park, fishing his phone out of the pocket with trembling hands.

- I’m fucked. - he murmured to himself.

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After around thirty minutes of nervously pacing around the parking lot the turmoil in Inho’s head began to cease - somewhat.

He was fine.

It was nothing. He was overworked and giving to his introverted nature the amount of stimuli was overwhelming. With last calming breath-in he came back to the park, pulling small smile on his lips.

Aeshin’s eyes looked at him questioning but he pretended he didn’t see it. Eunji pulled her into conversation, sharing something in hushed voice.

Inho’s eyes found Gihun - who was looking at him already. The intensity of their eye contact sent a shiver down his spine.

He wasn’t fine.

Their eyes stayed connected for maybe ten seconds, but it was enough to send him spiraling.

When Aeshin’s hand found his waist he fought himself to not swat it away. He smiled instead like a good husband should. - Are you okay, honey? - does her voice always sound so sickening sweet?

- Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about work - his smile didn’t falter, even though it didn’t reach his eyes.

- Oh, what is it you doing? - Eunji’s smile made his stomach churned, but still - the same polite smile on his lips.

- I’m a detective. - the answer was addressed to Eunji but his eyes found Gihun. He didn’t fail to notice to small widening of those big eyes.

- Oh, fun! - Eunji clapped her hands.

Inho closed his eyes and counted to ten.

- And what about you, Gihun? - Aeshin’s voice caught Inho’s attention.

- I own a garage, I’ve been working as a mechanic my whole life - Gihun shrugged with this blinding grin.

Inho’s imagination went wild. The picture of Gihun’s body covered in oil and stained overalls burned in his mind so vividly, that he had to pinch himself in his tight.

What the fuck was that.

He shook his head and smiled at his wife who looked at him with poorly hidden concern.

- It’s getting late, we should be going - her voice doesn’t lost the soft timbre.

Inho inhaled with relief. The only thing he needed right now was solance in his whiskey and shelter of his office.

After exchanging pleasantries and last handshakes - one curt but polite, second lingering a second too long - he left the park and went to start their car, leaving Aeshin behind to say goodbyes to her coworkers.

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Drive back home was quiet and peaceful - exactly what Inho needed. But Aeshin never liked prolonged silence.

- So… what do you think of Eunji and Gihun?

Inho’s knuckles turned white from the grip he tightened on the wheel.

- They’re nice - he hummed lowly.

- Oh, I’m glad you liked them! I invited them over for dinner tomorrow - her self-satisfied tone put Inho’s thoughts on halt.

- What? - his throat went dry.

- Yes, I invited them. They were very happy about it and gladly accepted.

Inho forced a smile - That’s amazing - But the coil in his chest burned with living fire, threatening to consume his whole being.

Once the door closed behind them Aeshin’s arms wrapped around his waist. - I’m so glad you went with me. I had fun.

- Yeah, me too - Inho’s answered honestly.

She nuzzled on his neck, her lips trailing it’s way up to his jaw.

Inho’s body shuttered but he untangled himself from her embrace. - Sorry, I’m tired.

Without another word he retreated to his office, doors closing with finality.

Aeshin bit back the tears welled in her eyes and closed herself in the bedroom, knowing well that she’ll spend a night alone.

Again.

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The next morning carried almost the same routine.

Inho woke up at dawn, his back on fire from sleeping half-sprawled on uncomfortable couch in his office. Usually he’d get up immediately to brew a coffee and get ready for a quick jogging session around the neighborhood, but today some invisible force kept him under the blanket.

The memories of yesterday’s afternoon collapsing with anticipation for the evening sent a weird, but not unpleasant shivers down his spine.

What was that? He can’t remember feeling that way before, not even in first years of their relationship with Aeshin.

Aeshin.

The thought about her should make him feel guilty - he rejected her yesterday, again. But the idea of their intimacy felt wrong. Even more than usual.

He loved her - but more often he wonder if he loved her like a person or rather a memory, recollection of their teenage days.

He should feel guilty - her love didn’t change. She was still the same bright girl who was laughing easily and showed him affection without second thoughts.

But guilt was a foreign concept for Inho.

The picture of his wife was easily replicated by the image of beautiful face with captivating and expressive doe-like eyes. The thick lashes fluttering with every blink, the long strands of soft hair Inho wanted buried his fingers in, the small tilt of the head during conversation, symmetrical lips, sharp cheekbones but soft cheeks and the masculine stubble, underlining this rather feminine-like face.

His thoughts wandered further. Long legs - hugged just right by black jeans on wide hips and surprisingly narrow waist. The curve of plump ass Inho didn’t fail to notice and couldn’t stop thinking about. The long fingers and delicate hands, which were soft despite the blue collar job.

He was going crazy. But…

Those prolonged eye contacts, hand lingered a second too long in the handshake, those easy grins aimed at him with barely visible mischief in his eyes…

Inho’s heart stuttered with realization that maybe - just maybe - this weird pull isn’t one sided like he thought.

With low grunt he padded to the kitchen and pressed a start button on coffee machine.

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He ran longer than usual, but the rollercoaster of emotions and ideas fueled him to get away from their house.

When he came back Aeshin was already sitting with her coffee cup in hand, her laptop gleaming on the coffee table.

He leaned down placing a small kiss on her cheek - like a good husband should - and retreated to the bathroom. The cold shower worked like magic, sending his mind in that focused and sharp state he needed.

When he emerged to the living room with his uniform on Aeshin smiled at him. - Don’t forget we have guests tonight. Don’t be late.

Like he could forget.

- I won’t - his voice was sure, laced with consolation. - Do you want me to bring anything?

- No, honey. I have everything planned. Eunji said their bring some fried chicken - apparently it’s Gihun’s specialty. - thankfully her eyes were focused on her laptop so she missed the way Inho’s throat contracted when he gritted his teeth.

- Oh, is it now?

- Yeah. She said that with him at home she barely has to do anything! He’s the one to do the cooking, cleaning… Isn’t she lucky to have him? - the awe in Aeshin’s voice went unnoticed when Inho’s vivid imagination produced another pictures he hide immediately inside his brain for review it later.

- She’s definitely lucky one - Inho nodded clenching his fists behind back.

Aeshin’s soft eyes looked at him with adoration and if Inho was capable of feeling guilt he would feel it right now.

But still - nothing.

He left last chaste kiss on her forehead and closed the door behind him, every step down the stairs echoed with two syllables sending the small tingles down his neck:

Gihun.

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The workday passed in blur for Inho. Endless paperwork, lukewarm coffee and buzz of ringing phones should keep him focused.

That wasn’t the case.

The tingling anticipation clouded his mind, the possibilities and different scenarios flashed through his head.

He felt like kid waiting for Christmas. Or even worse - like a hormonal teenager.

In nearly fifty years of his life he never felt so invested in someone else. The pull was hard to explain. The physical attraction was there - of course, he wasn’t blind and Gihun’s beauty was incomparable - but there was something more. The strange connection ignited by one gaze, one locked eyes, one touch of their hands.

He start to wondering if Gihun felt the same, if he could feel this link between them, something hard to explain even to himself.

Once again his thoughts came back to Aeshin and he frowned. He’d prefer to have a chance to talk with Gihun privately, one-on-one conversation to see how deep that connection was rooted.

But maybe he’ll have a chance, maybe Eunji will be his unaware ally and the extrovert nature of their friendship will grant them - the husbands - the possibility to bond on their own.

Yes, he’ll make sure to involve them into conversation and keep them busy the whole evening.

The next thought made his frown deepens. What should he wear? He wanted to make a good impression on their guests. Nothing too formal, but not casual either. Something what screams “effortless elegance”. He rummaged through wardrobe in his head already.

When the clock showed five o’clock he closed his laptop and with genuine smile closed the door to his office.

Two more hours.

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The home welcomed him with the soft sound of music and the smell of dinner. Aeshin was setting the table, her hands working with silent precision.

Inho kissed her cheek - like a good husband should - and retreated to the bathroom.

Hot cascade of water pleasantly scorched his body. He put extra care to his routine today - shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, body balm, face cream… Everything in his favorite scent - oud wood. He shaved his face and brushed his teeth twice.

Finally he emerged to the bedroom and assessed with a critical eye the contents of his wardrobe.

After few frustrated groans he decided to go all black - tight turtleneck accenting his muscular body and dress pants. The watch on his wrist gleamed in the remaining sunlight and he styled his hair perfectly, brushing them to the back.

Aeshin had to get ready while he was under the shower cause now she entered their bedroom in brown cocktail dress and hair up in tight bun.

- How do I look? - she turned around with soft smile and glee in her eyes.

- You look nice. - Inho nodded softly, trying to ignore disappointment in her face.

- Only nice? - she frowned.

- Very nice - Inho shrugged nonchalantly.

Aeshin hummed noncommittally. - You look very nice too - she closed the distance between them, her hands pressing against his chest.

- Thank you - Inho bowed, his body on “fight or flight” mode already.

He took two steps backwards turning his back on her. When he looked up their eyes met in the mirror reflection.

Her smile was small, tight like she tried to hide her disappointment about his behavior. His smile was exactly the same - tight and fake.

With soft exhale she closed the door behind her and Inho finally felt like he could breath again.

He checked his watch - 06:45 pm.

With last look into the mirror he braced himself and joined his wife in the living room, so he could greet their guests in fifteen minutes.

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Few minutes after seven the soft knock on the door disturbed the quiet stillness of the living room.

Aeshin jumped up from the couch and walked to the door with smile on her face. She missed the sudden stiffness in Inho’s shoulders and the way his fists clenched tightly.

Inho breathed in standing from his chair and pulled a polite smile on his lips.

Eunji walked in first but Inho didn’t pay her much attention, just bowed lowly outstretching his hand. She grabbed it gently and squeezed in a handshake.

They barely let their hands fall apart and Aeshin was pulling her into the kitchen, laughing softly at something they whispered between themselves.

And then their eyes met and Inho forgot how to breathe.

Gihun was wearing yellow v-neck sweater, cut so low that his collarbones picked out from the neckline like a sin, thin golden necklace gleaming provocatively around his delicate neck. The black slacks tight on his hips and thighs left nothing to imagination. His hair was ruffled but in a controlled fashion, brushed back with few stray strands falling on his forehead. Lips crooked in half-grin, the stubble darkening just above. But those eyes… Inho felt like he could drown in them. The whirlwind of emotions in those two bottomless brown pits pulled a string at his heart, sending shivers down his spine.

The touch of their hands - handshake, but it felt more intimate since none of them break the eye contact - woke up something alive between them, the tension palpable and thick with something unspoken.

Inho saw how Gihun’s gaze dropped to his lips - it was for fraction of second, but it was enough to made him feel reckless.

His eyes traveled shamelessly through his face and body, taking in every inch of this perfection. When his gaze came back to Gihun’s eyes he know that Gihun was aware. He knew what was going on in his head. The knowing smile pulled on that perfectly symmetrical lips and the gentle tilt of his head was all the confirmation Inho needed.

It wasn’t one-sided attraction.

His head buzzed with excitement and uncertainty at the same time. He wanted to tell something - anything - but the voices of their wives brought him back to reality.

Women was calling them to fix everyone something to drink. With one lingering stare Inho walked to the bar table and poured two glasses of wine for wives.

- What would you like to drink? - Inho’s voice was even, not betraying the turmoil wrecking havoc inside his chest.

- Hmm… I’ll let you guess - Gihun’s bold and bit flirty answer made him look up.

The other man was leaning against the wall, barely two feet away, the smirk on his face teasing.

Inho encouraged by the tone set by Gihun gave him another once-over, his gaze lingering on those wide hips and sharp collarbones.

- I’d say something sweet… - Inho’s eyes bored into those brown doe-like innocently.

Two can play this game.

- Should I feel offended? - the feigned offense and childish-like pout made Inho bit back a sound threatening to slip past his lips.

- Only if you take a compliment as an insult - Inho shrugged nonchalantly.

Gihun hummed noncommittally. - Maybe you should voice compliments more clearly.

- Maybe I should… - It was Inho’s time to smirk teasingly.

He poured two glasses of peach soju and hand one to the other man, their fingers brushing but none of them seems to mind.

Before Gihun could answer two women barged into the living room breaking the thick tension between them.

- Come on, guys - Aeshin cooed - let’s sit down before food will get cold.

They grabbed the wine glasses and brought them to their wives, sitting next to them, facing each other.

The food was good, alcohol even better and the atmosphere seemed light, the laughter and conversation flowing easily.

But two pairs of eyes were drawn to each other more often as the evening progressed.

Inho couldn’t help but feel annoyed every time Eunji’s hand landed on Gihun shoulder and he had to fight the urge to shrug off the Aeshin’s hand when she did the same.

Gihun was participating in the conversation but his eyes flickered to the man sitting opposite more often then it could be casual.

The silent connection - confirmed by the same expression in their eyes - was tauted like a wire, the wordless conversation between them two was going unnoticed by the women.

When the air between them felt too thick and too close to burst Gihun leaned back against his chair.

- I’d kill for a cigarette right now - his voice playful, his eyes everything but.

- Actually I can join you in the balcony, I’d use some fresh air - Inho sounded nonchalant, his eyes flickered to those lips he dreamed about for a second.

- Go ahead, we need some time to gossip without you two ears dropping - Eunji laugh never sounded so heavenly in Inho’s ears.

Aeshin nodded with wide smile, evidently glad that he and her friend’s husband were getting along.

Inho almost laughed aloud.

Grabbing their coats Inho guided Gihun further inside their house and opened the terrace door letting him go out first.

Once outside Inho sat at the chair and watch like Gihun leaned against the railing taking in the outlines of the city.

- What a nice view - his eyes were pointed at the horizon, soft smile tugging at his face.

- Nice view indeed - Inho’s eyes took in the arch of his back and the prominent slope of his ass.

Gihun turned back abruptly catching his eyes.

- Is that so? - the teasing tint of his voice encouraged Inho to take a bait.

- Mmm… I’d think so - he swirled his glass and took a long sip of his soju.

Gihun fished out the packet of cigarettes from his coat and lit up one. The way he puffed a long string of smoke was mesmerizing. Inho found himself unable to tear eyes off his face.

- Oh, how rude of me! I didn’t ask if you want one. - Gihun held the pack between them.

- It was rude and I’m offended - Inho stepped in, closing the small distance they managed to keep till now, and took one cigarette leaning forward Gihun’s hand holding lighter.

The small flame flickered over and the smoke hit Inho’s lungs in pleasant and familiar way.

- I’m really sorry - Gihun bowed his head in mocking apology. - I’ll do better next time.

Inho leaned against the railings close to Gihun, their shoulders brushing, the smoke from their cigarettes mingling in the air.

- Next time, huh? - Inho tilted his head.

- If there will be next time - Gihun shrugged lightly.

- There will be if you want.

- Do you?

Inho’s face turned to Gihun, his eyes ranked through his features slowly.

- Yes - he breathed out. - I’d like that.

The usual grin dimmed at Gihun’s face replaced by something softer. His body involuntarily inched bit closer. - I’d like that too.

The pull was no longer uncertain, the silent affirmation loud in the air between them.

Inho closed his eyes, the smoke seeping through his parted lips. The sudden movement made his eyes to snap open.

Gihun snatched the glass from his hand and shamelessly gulped down the rest of his soju.

- Hey! - Inho’s eyes wide with amusement met Gihun’s filled with mischief.

- I was thirsty, sorry not sorry - the nonchalant tone only widened Inho’s smile.

His eyes caught the few drops of soju on other man’s chin and he brought his finger up, collecting the remaining wetness. Not breaking the eye contact he brought the finger into his lips. - Sweet indeed.

Gihun’s face dropped, his lips shaping in small O. He stood stunned, for the first time speechless.

Before he could muster any response the sharp knock on the window shattered the tension outside.

- Come on in, it’s getting chilly out there! - Aeshin’s voice cut through the air.

None of them felt the cold - quite the contrary, but they turned to the door and crossed them together.

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The conversation around the table still was light - full of laughs, easier banter with the alcohol thinning their blood.

But something shifted - at least between two men.

Women was still blissfully unaware, the gossips sharing in hushed voice, the light swaying from the giggles and playful exaggeration occupied them fully.

Gi-hun’s eyes were plastered to In-ho’s face, his lips crooked in smirk, fingers playing and tugging at his necklace.

In-ho felt his composure fall with every drag of those long fingers on exposed collarbone, with every gaze slipped down to his lips purposefully, with every sip of soju and the movement of this delicate neck contracted with every gulp.

The grip on his glass tightened, his knuckles turned white from the force.

The arch of Gi-hun’s eyebrow at the sight stirred something in his chest. Tease.

He took a sip of his drink and deliberately licked his lips with a slow flicker of his tongue.

Gi-hun’s eyes tracing the movement darkened. The deep brown was swallowed by black irises when his pupils went blown wide.

- Ohh I can’t remember when was last time I had so much fun! - Aeshin exclaimed with slightly slurred voice.

Eunji giggled pulling her back into her arms. - Me too - her grin was unrestrained, her eyes unfocused. - We should do this again! Maybe in our place? Honey, what do you think?

- I think it’s a good idea since we’re having so much fun- Gi-hun’s smile aimed at his wife miraculously landed on In-ho.

In-ho mirrored the easy grin - I agree. We should do this again.

Aeshin clapped her hand. - Let’s do this a regular thing! We can meet every Friday. It’ll be our tradition!

Eunji laughed kissing her cheek. - You’re brilliant, dear! Next Friday dinner at our place!

- What about we do a garden party? I had a plan to finish building the barbecue grill outside and maybe I’ll be able to do it till Friday..

- Oh! - Aeshin’s eyes lit up. - Maybe In-ho will help you? He had free evenings and he knows his way with tools so he’ll be a great building partner!

She smiled with self-satisfaction, evidently proud of herself that she found a way to make her husband bond with her best friend’s husband even more.

In-ho never felt more grateful for her presence and eagerness.

- Is that so? - the brown doe-like eyes bored into his innocently.

- Yeah, I guess I could lend you my hand - In-ho shrugged.

The eye contact lingered at least five seconds too long.

- It’s settled then! - Eunji’s bright eyes lit up with genuine joy. - You two should totally exchange the phone numbers!

It was too easy. In-ho had to bit back the smirk threatening to pull out on his lips.

Gi-hun outstretched hand with his phone and In-ho quickly typed his number, saving it. Once he was done he called himself so he could have a Gihun’s number too.

He knew they gonna use it - not necessary talking about barbecue grill.

And he saw in Gihun’s eyes exactly the same conclusion.

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The apartment was quiet after Gihun and Eunji left. The echo of their laughter still bounced around the walls, but maybe it was just in Inho’s heart which didn’t seem to stop thundering loud enough that he was sure Aeshin could hear it.

- That was really fun evening - her wide smile crinkled her eyes, filled with genuine joy.

- Mhm. - Inho hummed collecting the dishes from the table.

- Leave it, it’s late. We’ll clean it in the morning. I’m tired - her hand reached for him, but closed at nothing cause Inho took step back, avoiding her touch.

- Go to bed, I’ll do it. I’m not tired yet.

He refused to meet her eyes, retreating to the kitchen already. She stood there for a moment before he heard her steps retreating forward the bedroom.

- Will you come to the bed tonight? - her voice sounded from far away, like she stood on the other side of the river, not five meter away.

Inho’s fingers flexed against the bowl - Yes.

The soft click of closing door rang through the apartment like a thunder.

Inho exhaled deeply, almost mechanically grabbing the whisky bottle. He poured a double shot and closed his eyes when amber liquid burned his throat in a salutary and familiar way.

The evening’s events flashed in his mind - Gihun’s darkening eyes, his fingers wrapped around the gold necklace and grazing his sharp collarbone, the way his back arched against the railing on the balcony, the soft skin of his chin under his finger.

Something pang in his chest. He never considered himself to be attracted to another man… but it was Gihun. His masculinity was intertwined with feminine beauty, his absurdly perfect body and the face deserved to be on the covers of fashion magazines. The big, pleading eyes and the stubble Inho dreamed to feel against his own lips. The tiniest waist he knew he could framed with his hands perfectly. And his round ass, better then most women’s he wish he could…

With sharp inhale he downed his whisky, pouring another shot.

His phone felt heavy in his pocket, possibilities running through his mind with a lightning fast.

No. Gihun was with Eunji, they were probably in a bed already, maybe even…

The whisky burned his throat but it didn’t eased the unwanted pictures stubbornly sticking behind his eyelids.

With newfound urgency he started to scrub dirty plates, but the heat inside his chest didn’t falter. But before he could spiral into whirlwind of ugly emotions his phone vibrated with one short buzz.

- You’re free tomorrow? 😉

He let the bowl slipped in the sink and grabbed the phone like it was the last thing tethering him in the world.

- Working till 5. But after I’m free.

His heart rate spikes up, the blood buzzing in his ears with anticipation. When three dots appears his fingers tighten on the phone.

- Wanna make some plans then? 😶

Oh, the things he wanted to write. He gritted his teeth, fighting the temptation to give in and let Gihun know what he’d like to plan with him.

- With you? Sure 🫣 what’s in your pretty head?

That’ll do for now. Flirtatious but not crossing the line. Yet at least. The reply came fast.

- 👉👈 I’m thinking drinks somewhere where no one knows us. So we can, you know, talk freely. What you think?

The grin tugging Inho’s lips’s up bloomed with full force.

- Can’t tell you what I think 🤫 But drinks sounds perfect. Just so be sure - just you and me? 🤞🏻

Inho had to bite his lips to prevent the giggles spill out. He felt like a teenager buzzing with hormones and anticipation waiting for his crush to text him back.

- 👀 Now you HAVE TO tell me what you think! And yes - just you and me 🤞🏻 does it bother you? 🥹

With few fast strides Inho closed the door to the bathroom. He didn’t recognize the man looking at him from the mirror. His eyes shone bright, his cheeks dusted with red shade, his lips swollen from biting himself.

He looked utterly undone over text messages.

- I’ll tell you in person… or if you’ll behave maybe I even show you 🤔 Is it a date?

The cold water did nothing to distinguish the heat of his face. The tightness of his pants screamed for his attention.

He’ll take a care of it later.

- I promise I’ll be on my best behavior, Sir 🙇🏻 It can be a date as long as you want it to be…

The use of the honorific sent a sharp pang of arousal, stirring his cock to life. With trembling hand Inho undid his belt and pulled his trousers down, sighing blissfully when his hand palmed him crotch through the cotton of his boxer shorts.

- I expect nothing less from a pretty thing like you 🫦 It’s a date. Dress nicely 🤫

When reply came the strokes of his palm was steady already, fingers tracing the underside of his throbbing cock.

- Yes, Sir 🤲🏻 I’ll do my best to look nice 🤔

With ragged breath Inho reached his climax, the seed painting the bowl of sink in white ribbons. He washed his hands and unlocked his phone.

- Good boy 😏

He locked his phone and pulled his trousers on. Throwing last glance at the kitchen and the mess he left behind he emerged into his office closing the door behind him with finality.

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The night past in a half-drunken haze for Inho. Partially because of the alcohol but mostly because of the conversation he had and the mess he became simply because of the messages. He woke up in his office and just lied for a long time on the uncomfortable couch, scrolling through the thread of their messages, expectancy for the evening filling his veins with hot-white want.

When he emerged to the kitchen Aeshin was wiping the counters, cleaning the mess Inho left last night despite the promise to clean it himself.

But he also promised to sleep in their bed, but after what he did in the bathroom he knew he couldn’t stand to lie down next to his wife.

He didn’t feel guilty, not at all. Just the idea of the close proximity and - what’s worse - Aeshin’s potential attempt to intimacy was making his stomach churn.

She looked at him handing him a coffee cup and he thanked her pretending to didn’t notice the hurt in her eyes.

He still didn’t know what excuse he’ll give her for leaving home in the evening but it was something he could figure out at work.

Quick shower made his body tingle, the anticipation for the evening tugged his lips up in smile. He had to control his expression though. He didn’t want to arouse Aeshin’s suspicions.

Before he could leave to work she grabbed his wrist and placed a kiss on his cheek. - If that’s not a problem eat dinner at work. I’m going out with Eunji tonight, we wanna have a dinner and few drinks together.

His heart dropped with instant relief and he kissed her back with genuine smile. - No problem, I hope you’ll have fun.

Once he was safely seated in his car, he unlocked his phone and opened the messages thread.

- Good morning, gorgeous 😏

The thought of seeing Gihun tonight made him giddy. If he’ll be at least half-flirty as he was last night… Inho was sure he’ll be. And without the fear of being caught it may even increase the tension between them.

The soft pang of received messages made his heart flip.

- Morning, handsome 😚 ready for tonight? 🍻

Oh, he was more than ready. His fingers ran through the screen fast.

- You have no idea… 😉 Can’t wait to see you 🤞🏻

The soft hum of the engine did nothing to lull his quickened pulse. He stopped on the red light and checked the messages. There it was.

- I know, me too 🥹 Where you wanna go? Any places you’d recommend?

He answered without hesitation.

- As far away as possible. I wanna focus on you and you only. No distractions 😶

Thankfully the biggest distractions had plans on their own and they won’t interfere with their little meet-up. He wanted - needed - Gihun for himself, just for him to look at, listen to, and do everything with - everything what evening will bring.

- 👉👈 I know the perfect place, it’s close to my garage so maybe I’ll show you around later 🫣

Perfect. The plan was absolutely perfect.

- I’ll keep you on that! And don’t you think I forgot you promised to behave nicely… 🫦

He really shouldn’t go down that path on the way to his work. His pants started to tighten uncomfortably, but it was Gihun’s influence. Mere thought of him was arousing.

- I remember… I’ll be good for you, Sir 🙇🏻

The car stopped abruptly on the side of the road and Inho fumbled with the pack of cigarettes, lighting one up with shaking hands. The sweet feeling of smoke curling inside his lungs did nothing to calm his body down.

- I trust you don’t wanna be punished… Just keep being good😏

Gihun was perfect - in every way. But if he could seriously be as submissive as he seems… Fuck.

The urge to relieve himself was overwhelming, but Inho tried to fight it. He needed all of his stamina for later anyway.

- I promise I’ll be a good boy 🫦

With sharp exhale Inho jumped out the car and lit up the second cigarette. He checked his watch - 15 minutes to work.

He’ll be fine.

He just need to breathe.

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The hours never crawled this slow. The buzzing sounds of the station bored holes in Inho’s head, his colleagues were more irritating than usual, tall towers of documents needing his attention was stubbornly boring and even coffee taste bitter in his mouth.

The only comfort was the thought about the upcoming evening. The hopes and dreams of what it’ll bring was keeping him in place and not letting him to storm out and leave the office he despises so much.

The soft ping of his phone involuntarily tugged the corner of his lips up, but as soon as he unlocked his phone smile turned into frown. Aeshin.

- You sure you okay with me going out tonight? I can stay if you want me to.

Now the frown deepened in anger. He wanted - needed - her to go out. He needed his escape from this stale world they called their home. His only salvation could be Seong Gihun.

- That’s okay, I don’t mind you going out. Have fun and enjoy your evening with Eunji.

As soon as he pressed send button he huffed out annoyed breath. Why she always tried - even unconsciously - made him miserable?

He needed distraction. With few taps of his finger he pulled out the only messages that made him feel more seen than ever. His finger danced across the screen, his chest tingling with warm wave of excitement.

- How’s your day? I hope you’re not working too hard…🤞🏻 Need your energy for the evening 🤫

With frustrated groan Inho brought the next rapport from the endless pile of the documents. His pen tapped against his desk in irregular rhythm and his unfocused eyes were darting between the paper and his phone. Finally the sweetest sound of the reply resonated in his ears.

- Actually kinda busy 😩 a lot of customers today - more then usual, but my employees doing great job 👏🏻 Don’t worry about my energy - I saved plenty already! Just enough to enjoy our drinks together 👉👈

The gentle smile on Inho’s face disappeared, the new feeling coiling in his heart. The ugly feeling crawling up his chest, tightening his throat.

Jealousy.

He didn’t know why but he wasn’t jealous about Eunji. Maybe because Gihun’s situation was similar to his and he just assumed that Gihun’s wife wasn’t a threat - just like Aeshin wasn’t. But the idea of some faceless people being too bold, too close to HIS Gihun made his vision turned blurry with white-hot rage.

- I hope you behave yourself… I would be very disappointed if you’d let any of those customers get too comfortable around you.

Did it sounded too harsh? Good. Gihun needed to know his place from the start.

Jealousy slowly but surely turned into something else, something brand-new to Inho - possessiveness. He never felt possessive over anyone. That is till now.

Gihun was HIS and HIS only. He claimed him the moment he lied his eyes on him and the turns of events only confirmed that Gihun wanted the same.

- Of course not! 😖 I promised to be good for you and you only, Sir 🙇🏻

The sharp exhale torn out from Inho’s chest, the excitement mingled with relief.

- Good boy 🫦 Let’s keep it that way, pretty thing.

He shoved his phone in the drawer, his trembling fingers fidgeting with pen. He need to focus on his job. But the sentences blurred in front of his eyes, every word empty and making no sense.

His thoughts drifted again, the ideas and scenarios for the evening collided in pleasant waves, the mental image of this beautiful face tilted back in surrender and endless submission, this perfect body on full display just for Inho’s hungry eyes and greedy hands made him bite his cheek.

For the countless time his cock stirred to life, the bulge in his slacks uncomfortable and screaming for his attention. He couldn’t remember when was last time he was hard thinking about anyone. Even with Aeshin it was long time ago. But with Gihun… the mere thought about him sent Inho into full hormonal shock, his body responding like he was sixteen again, not three decades older.

With great effort he silenced his mind and focused on the repellent documents on his desk. The work needs to be done and if he’ll restrain himself now, his prize in the end of the day will be sweeter.

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The sofa in a corner booth Inho chose was worn out but comfortable. The booth itself was secluded, perfect for those who wanted maintain their privacy. His fingers fidget with phone, his eyes running through the screen with the last message from Gi-hun

- Got caught up with work, need 15 minutes to get there! 🫣

He didn’t mind to wait. His thoughts came back to the strange atmosphere at home, right before Aeshin walked out. She asked him again if he doesn’t mind that she’s leaving. Her face was filled with weird expression - not quiet hurt but more like anticipation, like she was waiting for Inho to ask her to stay with him. When he reassured her that he really, really doesn’t mind something raw flushed in her eyes and with wordless nod she closed the door behind her.

But before he could start analyzing her strange behavior - even if he didn’t plan to - door opened and Inho’s breath hitched at the sight of Gihun.

He was wearing tight pale-pink pants, white blazer and mesh shirt peeking out like a sin. A fucking mesh shirt - sheen, transparent, his rounded pecs on full display, only partially covered by open blazer. Gold necklace - thicker this time - gleamed in the dim light of the bar, matching with the few golden rings on his long fingers. His fluffy hair curled haphazardly behind his ears and those captivating eyes crinkled with half-grin on his face. When he walked closer the scent of his cologne hit Inho’s nose - something fresh but floral, fragrance both masculine and feminine at the same time.

Inho felt his mouth watering.

Gihun stopped few steps from the booth, mischief and playful spark shining in his eyes. - And..? Do I look good enough? - He put his hands on his hips, emphasizing his narrow waist and Inho had to pinch his thigh hard to stop himself from taking him there - on the dirty bar floor.

Inho let his eyes wander slowly, taking every inch of that devine perfection. - You.. - his voice was raspy, despite the saliva flooding his mouth - You look like walking sin.

Gihun chuckled, evidently pleased with himself. His doe-like eyes trailed over Inho’s frame now. - You’re the one talking. - the wink almost send Inho into cardiac arrest.

He straightened involuntary, smoothing his navy shirt, the flex of his arm muscles didn’t go unnoticed by Gihun.

Inho patted the couch next to him in silent invitation and Gihun smirked slipping there wordlessly. Their thighs brushed and the combination of the contact, close proximity and the scent of Gihun’s cologne made Inho dizzy. He turned his head to look at his companion and - without surprise - he caught Gihun looking at him already. But before he could muster any words the young waiter came to pick up their order.

- Two bottles of peach soju, please - Gi-hun flashed him an adorable smile and Inho felt hot rage in his chest at the blush furiously painting the young man face.

Inho waited few seconds after waiter left and he grabbed Gihun’s necklace pulling him closer.

- I don’t appreciate what you did there, Gihun - his hot breath tickled Gihun’s earlobe breaking the goosebumps on his neck in it’s wake. - And I know you did it on purpose.

Gihun tilted his head so they eyes could meet. - I’m just being friendly - feigned innocence written all over his face. - Are you jealous?

Inho tightened his grip on the necklace, forcing Gihun’s face closer. - Very. You promised me something. Did you forget? - his whisper resonated with great force.

Gihun only huffed small laughter and whispered back, the puff of his breath ghosted over Inho’s lips - I didn’t forget. I’ll be good for you… Sir. - his eyes were half-lidded, lips parted.

Inho let his hand linger around his neck, his thumb resting on Gihun’s pulse point. - Good boy.

Gihun preened at praise, his long fingers tracing a small circles on Inho’s muscular thigh.

They sat pressed together - the space between them evaporated. The young waiter came back with tray filled with bottles and glasses. He placed it on the table and his eyes lingered on Gihun.

- That’s all, if we gonna need something else we gonna order from the bar - Inho’s voice snapped his focus back, his tone dismissive, his hand placed on Gihun’s neck leaving no doubt.

Possessive.

The boy almost stumbled trying to retreat and bow lowly at the same time.

Gihun turned his face to Inho, amusement mixed with something deeper. - You didn’t have to scare him.

- I wanted to. I won’t let anybody to look at you when you’re looking like that - he tugged at the lape of his blazer, covering his almost-naked chest.

- Like what? - he teased.

- Like you waiting for me to punish you - Inho purred, his hand dropped to Gihun’s waist.

Gihun’s hand on Inho’s thigh flexed, his breath hitched visibly.

- You’d like that? - the fingers around his waist moved lower, caressing his hips. He had no choice but nodded eagerly.

The low chuckle torn out from the Inho’s chest sent a shivers down his spine. - Let’s have our drinks and later you’ll show me your garage.

Gihun poured them soju and the glasses clicked against each other. They tippled the glass wincing at the burning liquor coating their throats.

Inho’s hands never stopped touching Gihun - small strokes on his arms and thighs, bolder grips on his waist and hips, fingers tracing at his neck and collarbone.

Gihun leaned into him nuzzling at his neck, breathing in Inho’s masculine scent, their bodies aligned together like two pieces of puzzle, the warmth radiating from their intertwined bodies was almost too much.

When both of their bottles were empty, Inho - with great force - untangled himself and stood up to go order another round.

- Wait for me here, pretty thing. - His whisper and possessive hand tugging at his hair gently caused Gihun to bit back a moan.

Gihun’s eyes trailed behind him, admiring his muscular body, underlined by fitted clothes. He was lost in his very inappropriate thoughts and jumped when he felt someone’s hand on his shoulder.

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Inho stood in the small crowd in front of the bar, impatiently waiting for his turn to order. He was passing the time scrutinizing young waiter who dared to look at HIS man. Satisfied smirk bloomed over his lips at the palpable nervousness of the boy.

Good.

His foot tapped impatiently, his anger raising with every passing second. He needed to go back to their booth, to feel this devine body pressed flush against his, to drag his fingers around this small waist he grew obsessed with, to look into those eyes…

Surpassing annoyed groan he finally got to the bar and ordered 2 bottles of peach soju. Inho paid quickly and grabbing the bottles turned around and rushed to HIS man.

His steps comes to the halt at the sight in the booth. Gihun - evidently cornered, distress written all over his face and stiff body - was pressed against the table and stranger was leaning into his personal space, predatory smile plastered over his lips, his hand leisurely draped over Gihun’s shoulder.

- I told you to leave me alone… - Gihun’s shaky voice made Inho to tighten a grip over the bottle. - My partner will be back in a second, I’m not alone…

Mocking laughter drilled into Inho’s brain. - I don’t see him here. Besides he shouldn’t leave such a pretty baby-doll unattended… Especially dressed like a slut.

Inho’s vision turned red, white-hot rage replaced a blood in his veins. With few quick strides he was behind the abuser and his hand shot out, grabbing him by his scruff.

- What did you call my boyfriend? - the growl torn off his throat was inhuman, his all posture - rage made flesh.

Man scoffed, throwing his hands in mock surrender. - Come on, man. I was just joking. I’m sorry.

- Come on, Inho. Leave him - Gihun’s soft voice brought him back to reality and Inho reluctantly eased his grip.

Offender smoothed his shirt and turned around walking away.

- Fucking whore - he muttered under his breath.

And that was his mistake. The next thing he felt was a bottle smashed against his head and cold floor under his body.

Inho jumped at him and with cold precision was throwing punches at his head and chest.

- You fucking piece of shit - his voice was eerily calm, like steel under silk. - You are not worthy to even look at him.

Loud shouts broke around the bar, someone was calling the police and ambulance. Gihun pulled Inho by his hand from unconscious man’s body and they ran away as fast as they could before someone could stop them.

After what felt like at least five miles they stopped in the back alley behind the shop, both panting and breathless.

- Why did you do this? - Gihun’s big eyes bored into Inho with unreadable expression.

- He insulted and try to abuse you - Inho hold his gaze.

- It wouldn’t be the first time - Gihun muttered, shrugging dismissively.

Inho was on him in the next second, his body pressing Gihun’s against the wall.

- But it was the last time, you get it? - his fingers under Gihun’s chin tilted his head, preventing him from hiding away from his eyes. - No one gonna insult or hurt you as long as I’m here.

Gihun was silent, his eyes searching for something in Inho’s face.

- What is it, gorgeous? - Inho’s fingers lingered on his chin.

- You called me your boyfriend in this bar.

- I did. - Inho smirked. - Does it bother you?

For a longer moment Gihun was just looking at him with the same searching and unreadable eyes.

Inho felt dread spreading down his chest. Did he misinterpreted this? Was it just a joke for Gihun?

He pulled away slowly, his eyes closed in shame. But before he could turn and walk away something soft and warm pressed against his lips.

His eyes snapped open and his knees almost buckled under his weight.

Gihun was kissing him, his lips sliding timidly against his, those slender ringed fingers tugging at his shirt pulling him impossibly closer.

When Inho kissed him back with newfound urgency Gihun left out the soft moan and Inho, not wasting any time slipped his tongue into Gihun’s warm mouth.

The sensation of their tongues tangling shamelessly made him groan - the sound eagerly swollen by Gihun.

His strong arms found it’s way to this narrow waist and - just like he imagined - he covered it wholly by two hands.

When they parted - both flushed and breathless - Gihun smiled with mischief.

- You wanna see my garage?

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Gihun pulled Inho by his hand, urging him to follow. Their intertwined fingers tingled with warmth, spreading across his whole body, the memory of that soft lips pressed against his was not enough, so he pulled him back and they stumbled into another dark alley.

Gihun laughed playfully, but the sound fast morphed into a moan when Inho’s fingers grabbed a handful of his round ass, pressing him against the wall. The moan died on Inho’s tongue when he licked into those perfect mouths, the warm envelopes him and sending a spike of arousal to his abdomen. His fingers tangled into the longer hair tugging and tilting Gihun’s head deepening the kiss.

- It’s right behind this corner - Gihun panted against his lips between kisses, but only respond he got was a harder squeeze on his asscheek.

Inho didn’t care they were outside, on a dirty back alley - now, when he finally landed his hands on that siren of beauty he wasn’t let him go.

His teeth ached, the urge to bite this swan-like neck was tempting - to mark him, to left the outline of his canines in beautiful purple color for everybody to see, for everybody to know who Gihun truly belongs to. But he knew he had to fight it, at least for now, before they sort everything out.

- Inho… - wanton moan brought him back - two more minutes and we’ll be there.

With half-groan, half-growl Inho grudgingly pulled off and the sight before him stirred his half-hard cock to life.

Gihun pressed into the wall with his barely covered chest heaving in pants, his hair tousled where Inho’s fingers were tangled, his usually porcelain skin was covered in dusty-pink color and his lips were bitten and swollen.

But his eyes - those fucking eyes Inho couldn’t stop thinking about - was looking at him with coy expression, the perfect mix of lust and innocence clouding his irises.

Inho’s fingers closed around Gihun’s necklace and he yanked him closer, their breaths mingling. - I’m gonna ruin you tonight. - the dark whisper and restraint frying on the edges in those black eyes send a shiver down Gihun’s spine and he instinctively leaned over, pressing his lithe body against the broader Inho’s one.

- Please. - He wasn’t sure what he was asking for, but apparently it was a good answer, because Inho’s eyes blowed wider darkening and his lips crooked with dangerous smile.

With unusual calmness he let go the necklace and stepped back, his eyes focused on Gihun.

- Lead the way then.

Gihun’s body shook with anticipation when he walked through the familiar streets, the shadow of his partner following behind - close enough to make him feel his presence and overwhelming heat radiating from him , but far enough to keep him uncertain.

Eventually his building came into the view and Gihun exhaled softly unlocking door. The lock clicked and he pushed the door open, silently inviting Inho inside.

Once they crossed the threshold all the restraints were gone.

Inho pounced him like a predator cornering it’s pray, his heavy steps resonated in quiet hall, Gihun instinctively stepping backward, their eyes locked and unblinking.

When Gihun’s knees bumped into the couch in waiting room he felt his breath hitched.

Inho smirked with satisfaction and pushed him by his chest, sending him down into the sofa. Gihun sat stiffly, his hands folded in his lap like an obedient boy. Inho’s cock was painfully hard.

He pressed two fingers under Gihun’s chin lifting his head and his breath hitched at the docile look in his eyes.

He let his fingers slide across his bottom lips tugging at them, forcing them open. Gihun let him - of course he did. So he slipped his thumb inside those willing mouth and groaned at the feeling of Gihun’s tongue under his finger.

- Such a beautiful little thing… - his thumb was discovering every inch of this perfect mouth from inside. - So pretty, so obedient…

His second hand found it’s way to the longer locks and tangled there petting his head.

- But you made one mistake… - Gihun’s eyes widened when Inho’s fingers tightened in his hair and he yanked his head back. - You made me jealous on purpose.

- You see… - his eerily calm demeanor and a silhouette towering over Gihun made him tremble. - I don’t like to share if I decide something is mine.

- Are you mine, Gihun? - his thumb was merciless, pressing down against his tongue, keeping his mouth open and causing the small ponds of saliva forming in the corner of his mouth.

Gihun nodded eagerly, his eyes turning red with the strain of keeping his mouth open and tears welled in his eyes.

Inho finally pulled out his finger - now coated in warm saliva - and pressed it into his own mouth.

- Use your words, doll. - the unsettlingly soft strokes of Inho’s fingers on Gihun’s face made him swallow the lump in his throat.

- I-I’m yours. - He stuttered.

- Hmm… - Inho’s deep humm resonated in Gihun’s bones. - You can do better, baby. You don’t wanna disappoint me, right?

Gihun shook his head, his face leaning into the palm stroking it.

- I still wanna hear it - another pull on his hair.

- I’m yours… Sir - the look in this big eyes was a pure submission. Inho’s cock throbbed painfully in his slacks.

- Only mine?

- Y-yes, Sir. Only yours - Gihun’s body shook with anticipation.

- You wanna be a good boy for me, princess? - the hand on Gihun’s face moved in softly caress.

- Yes, Sir. - Gihun’s eyes flutter shut and he yelped at the sudden change of position - Inho pulled him up and sat down himself. Now it was Gihun’s turn to tower over him. He tried to guess what is expected from him but Inho’s eyes had him pinned down.

- Will you do everything to please me, doll? - the low voice made Gihun involuntary straighten his back.

- Yes, Sir - his throat was dry, every swallow felt like sandpaper.

- Strip. - unmistakable sound of unbuckling a belt broke the silence when Inho pulled his own trousers down, blissfully sighing when he freed his throbbing cock from it's cotton restraints. - Strip and present what you’re gonna offer me, pretty thing.

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- Strip.

Gihun’s body shook violently at the single word. He felt aroused and vulnerable at the same time - the intense gaze of black eyes focused on his body, the raw masculine energy radiating from Inho and the way his hand palmed at his hard cock made his knees weak.

With trembling hands he pulled his blazer down, dropping it on the floor. The mesh shirt did nothing to cover his slim torso, but he pulled it off anyway. His fingers fumbled with the belt, slight tremors in them making it hard but finally belt and his pants dropped on the pile on the tiles. He stood covered only by tight black boxer shorts, his eyes trained on his partner.

Inho’s breath caught in his throat. Gihun was fucking beautiful - his lithe body looked like sculptured by God himself. Long slim legs - but wide hips, muscular abdomen - but soft pecs, more prominent than most men, and that ass… Inho could swear he never saw more perfect butt - No women could compare in a size and shape.

He held his hand in a silent invitation and Gi-hun grabbed it without hesitation. Not breaking the eye contact Inho pulled him slowly onto his lap, the warm skin and light weight pressed against his chest maddening.

His fingers traced the soft skin down Gihun’s spine leaving goosebumps in it’s wake, first contact of his hand with that devine ass electrifying. He kneaded the meat of his butt roughly causing the wanton whine escaping this symmetrical lips. His cock throbbed at the sound and the pressure of Gihun’s body.

- Next time I wanna see this ass covered in lace - his fingers tugged at the snug boxer shorts. - I’m gonna buy you the most expensive pair of lingerie. Will you wear it for me, doll?

Gihun’s body jerked creating a delicious friction between their hard-ons.

SLAP!

Hard hit of Inho’s hand on Gihun’s ass resonated like a gunshot in the silence of the garage.

- I asked you a question - his hand caressed reddened asscheek in a silent threat. - I don’t appreciate being ignored.

- Y-yes, Sir - Gihun’s voice faltered in his arousal, his hips grinding shamelessly in Inho’s lap. - I’ll wear whatever you want me to, Sir.

- Good boy… - Inho’s hand slipped under Gihun’s underwear, grabbing handful of his asscheek. - Or should I say “good girl” instead, princess?

The needy moan torn from Gihun’s chest only spurred Inho more.

- Maybe I’ll buy you a nice, tight skirt… cause I know this ass would look perfect in a slutty one. You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you wearing it?

- Yes-s, Sir - the loud moan broke down when Inho yanked down Gihun’s underwear, leaving him gloriously naked, writhing in his lap.

Inho’s finger found it’s way into Gihun’s mouth once again, pressing on the soft tongue.

- Show me what those perfect lips can do, princess - his dark whisper and pressure of his thumb made Gihun mouth water.

He dropped gracefully on his knees between Inho’s thighs and looked up at him coyly.

Inho groaned lowly and grabbed his hair guiding his head to his neglected cock.

His eyes full of something primal - something like unsaturated hunger - didn’t left Gihun’s face and the sight of this lips stretched with his thick cock and those eyes clouded with pleasure made him almost come.

He had to fight the urge to buckle into this amazing warmth enveloping his member. He didn’t want to finish too early.

Gihun’s head bobbed up and down, his throat was working around intrusions and his fingers fondled with Inho’s aching balls.

Inho was in heaven. The sensation of being skillfully sucked off and the view of that beautiful man - HIS man - on his knees was too much and not enough at the same time.

Feeling the heat pooling in his abdomen Inho pulled Gihun’s back of his cock.

- Did I pleased you enough, Sir? - those perfect lips glistening with remaining saliva and precum, flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes torn a low growl from Inho’s chest.

He pulled Gihun back on his lap, their lips crashed in greedy kiss, the taste of his own precum mixed with Gihun’s saliva made him groan into his partner’s lips.

- You did amazing, baby doll - Inho’s raspy voice sent a shiver straight to Gihun’s cock, the praise making him preen with proud. - But I need to claim your perfect ass too.

With one swift motion Inho stood up lifting Gihun effortlessly, their lips connected, their tongues tangled in a passionate dance.

Slowly Inho eased Gihun on the sofa taking few steps back to admire the body sprawled across the pillows.

Gihun rolled on his stomach with mischievous smile and stood on all fours - his back arched, perky ass on full display.

SLAP!

Another outline of Inho’s strong hand bloomed on Gihun’s asscheek.

- Good girl… - he hummed, his hand raising and falling once again against this juicy asscheeks. - … presenting herself like that.

SLAP!

- Who this fat ass belong to? - Inho’s hand was merciless, every stroke hard and bruising.

- You, sir! - Gihun cried out, his back arching even more eagerly. - It’s yours only!

- That’s right… Only I can play with it, right?

- Yes, Sir! Only you!

Inho’s eyes trailed across the bruised ass, the outlines of his own hand in beautiful purple and red patterns marking it as his own.

With possessive groan he grabbed at Gihun’s asscheeks and outstretched them looking at the pink puckered hole.

Without hesitation he dived in, his tongue bracing the rim and muscles lapping at the edge of this tight opening.

Gihun moaned shamelessly, his ass grinding against Inho’s face looking for a more friction.

Inho unlatched himself from Gihun’s ass and smirked at the disappointed moan it earned him.

- Are you ready for main course, princess?

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Gihun’s breath hitched when he felt a thick finger entering his hole. The feeling wasn’t unpleasant but weird and his muscles tensed at the intrusion.

- Breath, baby - Inho cooed from behind, his voice restrained as his second hand palmed at Gihun’s abused asscheeks. - You’re doing great, princess. Relax for me.

Gihun forced his body to obey, his muscles unclenches a little. The second finger found it’s way into his hole and he hissed at the feeling but stayed relaxed.

- Just like that, baby - the feeling of fingers scissoring him inside made him let out a whimper.

- Let me hear you, doll. Don’t hold back - Inho’s breath tickled his skin, when his lips planted a open-mouthed kisses on his bruised ass.

The string of sounds spilling from Gihun’s lips was shameless - loud and needy whimpers and moans.

When third finger pushed through his rim Gihun felt his knees weakening. - Inho…

- I know, gorgeous. Just few more minutes and I’ll give you everything.

Gihun nodded, too lost in a pleasure to speak. The feeling of being stretched became an unbelievable experience, pain ceased leaving only pleasure.

When Inho pulled out his fingers Gihun whimpered at the loss, his hole fluttered at the feeling of being left empty.

- Stay just like this. - Inho’s hand pressed Gihun’s head into the pillow, his back arched, his ass impossibly higher. - Good girl.

Gihun felt his neglected cock to throb at the praise.

- We don’t have any lube… - Inho muttered from behind and Gihun shuddered at the feeling of spit flowing down his asscrack. - That’ll do for now. It might hurt a little, but you’ll take it, right?

Gihun nodded once again, bracing himself for what was coming.

- You wanna please me, right doll? - Inho’s hand petted his hair reassuringly. - You wanna be a good girl and take everything I’ll give you?

Gihun mustered a weak “yeah”, his body shaking with anticipation.

The blunt head of Inho’s cock prodded at his entrance, his strong hands grasping at his waist. Gihun closed his eyes and moved his hips grinding down on Inho’s hard-on.

- Just like this, baby - Inho grunted tightening his grasp - Are you ready to take it?

Gihun wordlessly spread his legs wider, his hips wiggling at silent invitation.

Inho growled lowly at the obscene display and guided Gihun’s hips onto his cock. Slowly he sunk the tip of his member into this tight hole.

The moan leaving Gihun’s lips made his cock throbbed and he pressed it deeper, inch after inch basking in the warm embrace of this perfect ass.

With strained grunt Inho bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside Gihun. The sight was almost enough to send him over the edge.

He waited few seconds for Gihun to adjust to the intrusion and slowly pulled out few inches before plucking back.

The sensation was like anything he ever experienced in his life. The tightness and warmth of the walls hugging him inside, the needy noises Gihun was making and the sigh of his cock disappearing inside that round ass was devine.

He knew he never will be able enjoy sex if it won’t be with Gihun.

Inho set a fast pace - his thrusts greedy, almost punishing. The only sounds filling the garage was obscene clap of skin to skin and shameless moans and grunts falling from both of their lips.

- You like that, princess? - Inho’s hand once again slapped that juicy asscheek, the way it jingled under his palm made him thrust faster - You like being filled by me?

- Yes, Sir! - Gihun cried out - Faster, please!

The speed of his thrusts increased, the sounds even louder.

- Who gonna fuck you this good like me? Who else gonna claim this fat ass?

- No one, Sir! No one! - Gihun’s voice broke with gasps for air when Inho hit his prostate. - Right there, please!

- That’s right, baby - Inho angled his hips, making sure to hit the bundle of nerves with every thrust. - It’s mine only. You’re mine. Say it.

Gihun cried out, his voice lost when he felt his climax approaching. The hard tug at his hair brought him back to reality.

- Say it! Say who you belong to!

- You, you! I’m only yours, Sir! - Inho smirked at desperation in Gihun’s voice.

- You’re right, you’re only mine. No one else can touch you. You’re mine to touch, to kiss, to fuck and to breed. You’d like that? Wanna be breed by me?

- Please, fill me up, Sir! - Gihun’s screams was muffled by the pillow but Inho heard it perfectly.

- As you wish, babygirl - with last few hard thrusts his cum sputtered inside Gihun’s body, claiming him from inside.

Gihun moaned at the feeling of being filled and reached his climax with hard jerk of his body.

They both collapsed on the soiled couch - breathless, flushed and exhausted.

Inho pulled Gihun into his arms and pressed a searing kiss into his lips.

- How are you feeling? - his demeanor changed completely, his eyes were warm, his fingers and lips gentle - I hope I wasn’t too rough.

Gihun let out tired laugh. - If I won’t be able to walk tomorrow I’ll blame you.

Inho grinned at him. - I’ll make sure to practice often and let your body get used to it.

- Is that so? - Gihun crooked his eyebrow with mischievous smile.

- Yeah - Inho hold his gaze, his fingers caressing the soft cheek. - You’re mine now, you said it yourself. No take backs!

- You’re impossible - Gihun’s lips found it’s way to Inho’s jaw. - Now help me clean up a bit.

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Aeshin was always a easygoing person. The ease with which she laughed, the optimism she radiated with and the warmth of her heart was what made it easy for her to befriend people.

When she got married her life felt like a dream. Her husband was a polar opposite to her and that’s what made them a perfect match.

First few years was perfect - countless dates, proper communication, the feeling that they didn’t need any words to understand each other.

After few years it changed. Inho became more reserved, his expression more unreadable, his personality even more introverted.

She didn’t mind though. She loved her husband and she was sure he loved her the same, even when he stopped showing it.

When she met Eunji she was happy - finally someone who could understand her, who she could be a honest with, someone who she could spend her free time with when Inho refuse to go out. Which was every time she proposed.

The company picnic and dinner at their place gave her a hope. It looked like Inho finally - finally! - bond with someone after long years of neglecting any form of human connection.

Gihun was a Godsend in her eyes. When she - in the spun of the moment - suggested that they could work together in the afternoons and Inho accepted, she inhaled with relief. Maybe it’s time for her husband to get out of his shell.

With growing ease she watched him over few next days. He was coming later - understandably, since they were working on this barbecue place at Gihun’s - but always relaxed and happy. More happy then she saw him in years.

She shared her thoughts with Eunji - of course she did. Eunji just fueled her hopes confirming that Gihun also looked different - even happier then his usual self - since his blossoming friendship with Inho.

Women agreed that their friendship is a blessing not only for them, but for their family’s lives as well.

Friday was coming up really quickly and promised dinner at Eunji’s house looming over them so they met at the evening in the nearest bar.

After long discussions about their past few days, setting the menu for upcoming dinner and sharing the ideas for the next one Aeshin rose her wineglass and smiled at her dearest friend.

- To our husbands and their friendship!

- I’ll drink to that! - Eunji smiled widely, clicking their glasses.

Aeshin swallowed the long sip of her Riesling and smiled cheekily thinking about their poor husbands working hard in Gihun’s garden.

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- Miss you so much 😔

Inho’s finger lingered at the send button, the soft hum of the coffee machine pouring his Americano fell in the background noise.

Something shifted inside his head since his first date with Gihun. It wasn’t just obvious bliss after experiencing the best sex he ever had with the best looking man he ever lied his eyes on.

It was something more.

Every waking hour Gihun occupied his mind - glimpses of those big, expressive eyes during boring meetings, the phantom touch of those long fingers gleaming beautifully with rings during reviewing the files, the soft and needy moans stubbornly replaying in his ears during driving back home.

He truly missed him, even if that was mare ten hours since they parted, both of them clinging to each other, exchanging kisses and refuse to let go.

His memories are stopped abruptly at the sharp pang of the coffee machine, announcing that his Americano was ready.

With the heavy exhale he collected his cup and made his way back to his office. Sharp vibration of his phone buried inside his pocket made him almost spill the scolding hot coffee.

Usually it’d make him go mad, cursing and huffing.

Now he quickly put down threatening cup and retrieved his phone with a speed of a man on a mission.

- Miss me or my body? 🫣 Either way-I’m not complaining! 🥹

Inho’s lips tugged upward, the smile genuine, the one reserved only for Gihun.

- Let’s say both… 👀 how are you feeling today, babe? 💕

The anticipation coiling in his chest, the memories of their passionate encounter from last evening mingling with the plan for the next one.

He needs to plan it carefully. With a tentative sip of his bitter coffee he came to one conclusion - no more sex on uncomfortable couch, hidden in a closed garage like their passion was something to be practiced in the shadows and behind closed curtains.

He needs - want - to court Gihun properly. He certainly deserves it. He wants to take him on a proper dates, showering him with a gifts - sometimes something selfish like that set of lingerie he ordered first thing when he came back home. Sometimes something just for Gihun - to show him how much he deserves.

He knew it won’t be easy. Firstly - the relationship between two man was still unacceptable and frowned upon in this fucking country. Inho wouldn’t mind, he’d face everyone who dared to assault them, he’d go for a war against everyone who would doubt in their connection.

But he knew Gihun wasn’t the same. Gihun was too soft and delicate to defend himself, he’d be leaning into Inho looking for a shelter, to protect himself, to feel safe.

This idea stricken him with a pleasant sense tingling down his stomach.

- Sore a bit 🙈 but otherwise good 😊 a little busy, business is blooming! Can’t wait to see you later, handsome 😘

Inho snorted a quiet laugh. He knew he was a bit too rough last night. How could he not? He was fantasizing about having Gihun under him writhing with his name on his lips for a long time.

But his fantasies didn’t do a justice to reality. Gihun was perfect - his body was devine, his kisses were addictive but his demeanor during sex… that was something entirely else.

The pure submission he fell under almost immediately, the will to take everything Inho was giving him, the dutiful urge to please him…

Inho’s cock stirred against his pants curiously and he bit back a smirk. The hold Gihun has over his mind and body was beyond his comprehension.

- Aww… ☹️ I swear I’ll kiss it better tonight 🤞🏻🫦 can’t wait to see you too, princess 💋

The second reason why it won’t be easy to endure their relationship fully left a taste of ashes inside his mouth.

Aeshin and Eunji.

He grimaced at the thought of those women.

Last night he finally came to their bed, much to Aeshin surprise. But as soon as she could raise any hopes he squished them turning his back at her. He couldn’t even look at her still feeling this perfect waist under his hands, this perfect ass clenching around his cock and those perfect eyes looking up at him with raw submission.

When Aeshin’s breathing evened out he lied on his side waiting for guilt to come.

It didn’t.

- You’ll kiss it better? Now my whole body hurts 😭🫣

The laugh tearing from his chest dangerously tilted a cup with still-hot coffee. Fucking tease.

- My poor babydoll 😔 I’mma kiss every inch then. But I wanna do this properly so clear your schedule for a whole night and let me book a hotel for us. What do you say, gorgeous? 💕

The message was just sent and Inho’s fingers was running through the keyboard with soft clicking.

Hotel lists - something nice, but as far from their neighborhood as possible.

Found.

The nice, upscale restaurant - private enough to not pay any attention to two men enjoying their date.

Found.

Both places reserved, every muscle in his body tensing with an urgency to get his hands on his man already.

He screenshot both reservation and sent them to Gihun. His coffee turned lukewarm but he sipped it anyway.

- Baby… it’s too expensive 👉👈 I’ll be fine with a cheap motel and bottle of soju from the hole-in-a-wall down the street 😉

Inho groaned with frustration. How low was this man’s bar set? There’s a lot of work ahead of him.

- Don’t be silly. I'm planning on treating you exactly how you deserve, princess 😘 think about it like a me taking care of what’s mine. Cause in case if you forget-you’re mine, Seong Gihun🫦

His mind clouded with a still-new sensation. Possessiveness. “Mine” - his brain growled.

- I’m only yours, Hwang Inho 🥵

Inho clenched his teeth, stopping the loud purr forming in his throat.

He was so gone. Both of them were.

After establishing one version for their waives - their going out for a basketball match and drinks later, so they probably will be back late - and agreeing on a time of their date Inho let Gihun to focus on his work.

He knew that in a few hours his beautiful girl will be focused inclusively on him.

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Inho parked his car outside their apartment and forced himself to repress the heavy sigh bubbling down his throat.

Coming back home was the least favorite part of his day, especially lately. But the promise of upcoming evening - and night - made it easier.

He closed the door behind him and padded to the living room where Aeshin was waiting for him with the dinner. He kissed her cheek - like a good husband should - and watched her face brightened with a smile. It should warm his chest, just like few years ago.

It did nothing.

Nonetheless he mirrored her expression - his cheeks felt rigid from how fake it was - and sat down, pulling the plate closer.

- How was your day, honey? - Aeshin chirped, her smile unfaltering.

- Good, nothing unusual - Inho’s curt answer should shut her up. It didn’t.

Inho felt his head throbbing at the endless river of words falling from his wife’s mouth. He really didn’t care about small nuances happening in her work, about people who she met and about plans for tomorrow’s meeting.

But still - he nodded and smiled when her stories requested that, participating in her meaningless monologue.

- I’m going out tonight - Inho blurred out when Aeshin stopped her story to take a breath.

That caught her attention. - Oh?

- Yes. I’m going to watch a basketball match with Gihun. And probably for some drinks later, so you don’t have to wait up.

The genuine joy lighting up her face should made him feel guilty.

Still - nothing.

- I’m so glad! - the honest smile on her face made Inho laugh internally. - I’m so glad you found a good friend to finally get out from house, at least from time to time.

- Yeah, I guess you can say that - it was rare moment when Inho’s eyes softened with real smile. - I’m glad too.

- Maybe I’ll invite Eunji over, so we can have fun when you gonna have yours - she winked at him and the internal laugh turned hysterical inside his chest.

- Definitely - he limited himself to the twitch of his mouth - not quite smile, but it held a lot of amusement.

Aeshin jump off the couch and grabbed her phone, running to their bedroom.

Inho leaned into the couch with a smirk. It was way easier than he expected.

With soft exhale he closed the door to the bathroom and undressed quickly. Standing under hot spray of water his body tingled with anticipation. What Gihun will wear tonight? How easily it’s gonna be to undress him in a private of their luxurious hotel room? What pretty noises his babygirl gonna make when he’ll put his fingers and tongue to work?

His cock stirred to life and Inho with swift move changed the tap for a cold water. He couldn’t give to the urge of jerking himself off right now - he wanted to save every bit of his cum to generously give it to his lover later.

Cold shower worked it’s magic and with shudder of his body Inho noticed his cock gone flaccid. Good. It’s gonna get hard as soon as he’ll lie his eyes on his beautiful doll.

After thorough cleaning he stepped out the shower and put extra care on his care routine. The whole arsenal of self-care cosmetics gleamed on the shelf and he grabbed first tube with smile.

He’ll make sure to look good for his mistress too.

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Restaurant was exactly what In-ho was looking for. Private, secluded booths, discreet waiters, lights dimly lit and excellent choice of alcohol.

His hand was tightly wrapped around his whisky tumbler, his finger playing with rim absent-mindedly. Three buttons of his deep-black shirt undone, hair a bit tousled from his fingers nervously brushing through the soft strands.

He came earlier on purpose, he wanted be there to witness Gi-hun’s entrance, his imagination going wild with the possibility of outfits he’d choose for tonight.

He knew he won’t be disappointed.

But did he could expect the sight gracing his eyes when door finally opened?

White tight trousers, haphazardly folded with playful elegance over his ankles, dusty-pink shirt halfway open - with those amazing pecs almost on a full display - and the short string of delicate pearls wrapped tightly around his long neck, almost choking him. His hairs was styled and pushed back, practically begging for In-ho’s fingers to tangled in them and pulled him down. And - as a cherry on the top - on those perfect and kissable lips was applied lipgloss, making them shiny and smooth.

Fucking lipgloss.

In-ho downed his whisky in one gulp, his knuckles turning white from the restraint to not mount on him and take him right there.

Gi-hun slipped to the booth next to him and In-ho’s hand found it’s way to his waist immediately, like it was it’s rightful place.

- You’re gonna be dead of me one day, doll - his hot breath tickled Gi-hun's earlobe when In-ho nosed at his neck.

- What did I do? - Those perfect eyes looked down at him innocently.

- You cannot come here looking like that… - In-ho’s fingers sprawled across his ribcage possessively.

- Like what? - those glossy lips smirked with soft exhale at the feeling on In-ho’s breath under his jaw.

- Like you want me devour you here and now - his fingers closed around Gi-hun’s hand bringing it at In-ho’s crotch under the table. - Look what you did, princess.

Gi-hun’s eyes widened when he felt an outline of a rock-hard cock trapped in In-ho’s pants. He palmed at the visible tent and trembled when he felt a twitch under his hand.

- You look like fucking model - In-ho murmured into his ear. - Everyone in this restaurant turned their heads when you came. It’s a pity you’re belong to someone already…

- Yes… - Gi-hun’s hand worked slowly groping at In-ho’s cock, thankful for dark corner their booth were in. - I do…

- That’s right, pretty thing - In-ho’s sultry voice in his ear made him bit back a moan. - Who you belong to?

Gi-hun tilted his head locking their eyes. - I belong to you, Sir…

In-ho’s teeth grazed his ear sending a shiver down his spine. - You better behave like it. No more flirting or I’ll have to punish you again.

Gi-hun let out a loud breath when In-ho’s hand slide down to his ass caressing it slowly.

The polished waiter approach them with professional smile. If he noticed the intimate air between their pressed bodies he didn’t comment on it.

- What do you wanna eat, baby? - In-ho smiled at Gi-hun, who evidently was surprised by the public affection In-ho showed shamelessly.

- I’ll take whatever you choose - he regained his confidence quickly, making sure to avoid eye contact with waiter. He remembered very well the magnitude of In-ho’s jealousy.

- Good - In-ho’s satisfied smirk reassured him that this answer was expected.

Waiter, after writing down their order, nodded politely and retreated to come back after few minutes with a bottle of white wine and two tumblers of whiskey.

- Are you trying to make me drunk, baby? - Gi-hun smiled with mischief, his fingers tracing small circles around In-ho’s muscular arms.

- Maybe… - In-ho’s hand still glued to his ass slapped him playfully. - I’m planning to ruin your pretty ass tonight. I'm gonna fuck you until you loose your voice from screaming my name. And you let me, right doll?

Gi-hun nodded eagerly, the hand on In-ho’s arm tightening almost painfully.

- Of course you will - In-ho’s voice dropped octave lower - You’re gonna take it all like a good girl you are.

His eyes drank at the flushed face of his lover and his half-lidded eyes, clouded with lust. He kissed a corner of those glossy lips. - Beautiful.

Gi-hun straighter his back at the sight of waiter approaching with their order, but In-ho’s hand stayed on the soft curve of his ass unapologetically.

He basked in the opportunity to show off his ownership over this ethereal man.

Of course he didn’t fail to notice the small crack in polished composure of their waiter, who let his eyes wander down Gi-hun's exposed chest.

But Gi-hun obliviously kept his gaze pointed downward like a good obedient girl.

In-ho couldn’t wait to reward him for good behavior.

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With every passing second Inho’s hunger was increasing, and it had nothing to do with a plate full of food in front of him.

He held out the fork with a piece of steak in front of Gihun’s mouth, his eyes was focused on his lover’s face. The way he leaned forward and wrapped his glossy lips around the offered fork made his cock twitch.

The tiny trail of sauce dropped down Gihun’s chin and Inho brought his thumb to wipe it off. He let his finger linger on his face, the soft and warm skin underneath his fingertip and those innocent huge eyes locked with his made him bite him cheek.

His fingers dropped lower and hooked around the string of pearls hugging this swan-like neck. With soft tug he brought Gihun’s face closer, their breaths mingling in a close proximity, their lips ghosting few inches apart.

- You’re so fucking beautiful - Inho’s whisper tingled at his lover’s lips. - I can’t wait to have you just for myself.

- I have a surprise for you, but you have to be patient - the smile splitting Gihun’s face sent a warm wave down Inho’s abdomen.

- What is it, princess? - Inho’s lips inched into this beautiful smile, his gaze darting between his lips and eyes.

- I’ll show you when we’ll be alone - Gihun’s hands closed around his lovers muscular arms, his fingers tracing the curve of them.

- You’re killing me, babygirl - Inho’s groan was laced with a helpless desperation. - Let’s eat up and go. I’ll order some dessert for takeaway. I can’t stand waiting any minute longer.

Gihun’s hands dropped on Inho’s thigh, the slow wander of his long fingers down his knees and back up to his inner thigh - just a breath from his aching cock - made Inho’s throat clench with frustration.

Everything about Gihun was intoxicating - his scent, the warmth of his body, this beautiful face and of course those captivating eyes - now looking up innocently like he didn’t just almost made Inho cum inside his pants with just few strokes of his fingers.

It was too much and not enough at the same time.

Inho found their waiter with his eyes, who - unsurprisingly - was watching them, well… more ogling Gi-hun, standing behind the bar.

The young man approached them with professional smile. Inho couldn’t help himself and slide his arm around Gihun’s shoulder, his fingers playing with his lover’s necklace when he looked into the man’s eyes.

Waiter adverted his eyes quickly. Good. No one supposed to have any doubts that Gihun belongs to him.

- We’ll take a two pieces of a chocolate cake for takeaway. And bring a bill too.

- Are you gentlemen leaving already? - waiter’s voice was professional, but his eyes darting to Gihun’s face betrayed another crack in his composure.

- Yes, it’s getting late . It’s time for a bed for us - his smug grin and Gihun’s bashful smile caused a pink blush blooming on young man’s neck.

He bowed lowly not meeting Inho’s eyes and retreated quickly.

- You’re always this territorial? - Gihun’s eyes lit up with amusement.

- Only for you, baby - Inho’s self-satisfied smirk didn’t fade. - Everyone should know that you are mine.

Gihun’s laugh was warm and amused. - My possessive baby.

- I’ll show you how possessive I can be - Gihun gasped at the hot breath of his lover behind his ear. The goosebumps broke down his neck.

With a great force he pulled Inho from his body and swatted at his arm playfully. - Be patient and behave in public.

Inho groaned throwing him a pained look - You cannot look like a fucking sex on a stick and expect me to control myself.

- Twenty more minutes and I’ll repay you for all the troubles - his coquettish wink almost sent Inho into cardiac arrest.

He groaned looking after their waiter impatiently.

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The taxi was waiting for them outside the restaurant when they walked out. Inho opened the door for Gihun and slide beside him giving the driver a name of their hotel.

Driver looked at them with clear disgust in the rearview mirror, but Inho only draped his arm around his lover’s body and met driver’s gaze with fierce challenge in his eyes.

Predictably driver caved and swallowed all the nasty comments swirling on his tongue.

Hotel was nearby - ten minutes from the restaurant. Inho helped Gihun to get out from the car holding his hand and slammed the door behind them with a more force then necessary.

The lobby was dimly lit, the cozy atmosphere seeping from every corner of the reception area.

Young woman smiled politely noticing their arrival, the smile didn’t fade when her eyes landed on their laced hands. It made Inho proud for choosing this hotel - he knew already they’re gonna be a frequent guests in here.

After filling out the registration form and getting their keys they stepped into the elevator.

It was the hardest part - the close proximity was testing Inho’s frying self-control, but blinking light of security camera in the corner was keeping him from acting up to his urges.

The sweet pang of opening doors made his chest unclench, the realization of being so close to finally let out his restraints was intoxicating.

After reaching their room and locking the door behind them Inho grabbed his lover and slammed him against the wall. His hands where everywhere - gropping, tugging and pulling - his mouth latched to Gihun’s neck.

But then he felt a strong push against his chest and he stiffened caught off guard.

- I told you I have surprise. Aren’t you curious? - playful tone of Gihun’s voice and flirty tilt of his head made Inho’s cock twitch.

- Baby…

- Lie down on the bed and give me two minutes. You won’t regret it - Gihun winked and Inho’s eyes blowed wide with an animalistic instinct to take him right there and right now.

- Two minutes, doll. Don’t make me wait any second longer.

His eyes followed Gihun, who took small bag from his pocket and locked himself in the bathroom.

Inho’s fingers fumbled with his clothes, the blissful sigh escaping his lips when he freed his neglected cock from it's tight confines of the pants.

His hand closed around his hard-on and started to stroke it leisurely, his eyes locked on the bathroom door.

When they finally opened Inho felt all his blood flowing down to his cock, his heart thrashing like a trapped animal and his jaw turning slack.

Gi-hun was wearing a fucking white sheer babydoll. Slim straps barely holding it up, his pecs beautiful outlined, short enough to show his long, bare legs. When he bend down presenting himself Inho’s eyes felt on the pristine white laced panties.

The lipgloss from Gihun’s lips was replaced by deep sultry red lipstick. And his eyes… Those long lashes were covered by black mascara making them longer and giving an additional depth to his big eyes.

In a blink of an eye Inho bolted from the bed and pinned Gihun to the nearest wall.

- You fucking tease - his voice - much lower then usual - sent a shiver down his lover's spine. - I’m never gonna let you go. I’m gonna keep you like this forever. When we’re gonna live together that’s what you wanna wear at home like a proper housewife should.

Gihun moaned loudly at the friction when Inho showed his cock against his lover’s.

- I’m gonna fuck you in every fucking possibly moment, your purpose is gonna be to look like a pretty doll you are warming my cock.

His fingers crept under the sheer material, his strong hands cupping at Gihun’s pecs. The friction from their fevered rutting against each other was bringing them closer to the edge.

- Can I please you now, Sir? - Gihun’s innocent face with vulgar makeup on made Inho grabbed his long hair and pulled him down on his knees.

In a submissive position - on a knees with hands pressed to his thighs - Gihun opened his mouth and look expectantly into his lover’s eyes.

Inho felt like he could cum just from this sight.

With one brutal thrust he shoved his hard cock down this willing throat, the low groans and muffled gags filled the room.

Gihun’s eyes filled with tears looked up at Inho when he set brutal pace, fucking his mouth with fast thrusts.

- Take it, babygirl - he growled at the sight of red smudges of lipstick painting his abdomen. Every time Gihun’s face was pushed against his base the smudge was getting bigger.

With prolonged grunt Inho came, his cum flooding his lover’s throat.

Gihun looked ruined - the lipstick smeared on his face, the streaks of mascara down his cheeks and the mix of his saliva and Inho’s cum dripping down his chest.

Inho’s finger smeared the lipstick further down, making a bigger mess on Gihun’s face.

- I’ll kill everyone who ever gonna see you like this. - the possessive gleam in his face made Gihun tremble. - You’re mine, forever.

Gihun looked up at the towering silhouette and smiled coyly, causing Inho to tighten his grip in his lover’s hair. - Say it, princess.

- I’m yours - Gihun agreed bowing down.

- You’re mine perfect slut, aren’t you gorgeous?

- Yes, Sir - the hot arousal traveled down Gihun’s abdomen.

Strong hand yanked his head upward, the intense black eyes boring into his. - What are you?

- I’m your slut, Sir - the satisfaction on that handsome face pierced Gihun’s cock with hot wave.

- Only mine - possessive arms lifted him from the floor and dropped him down the bed.

- You deserved your reward, baby - Inho’s voice was strained when he manhandled Gihun and placed him on all fours.

With cruelly slow motion he yanked laced panties on the side, exposing his lover’s fluttering hole but leaving them on his ass.

Gihun felt his body shaking with anticipation when he felt a rough tongue lapping at his entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, his hips pushing back on those pleasuring mouth, but Inho withdrew leaving him feeling empty.

- Why did you stop? - Gihun whined at the loss.

Inho smirked lying down on the mattress and pulling his lover over him.

- Sit on my face, doll. I’m gonna eat you out.

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- Wh-what? - Gihun yelped when strong arms lifted him effortlessly.

Inho sat him on his own chest, his hands spreading Gihun’s legs wide. The sight of his lover straddling him with ruined makeup, wrinkled babydoll and flushed face made him drool.

This perfect body was pliable, easy to manhandle, eager to please.

Not wasting any second longer Inho lifted him again and sat him on his face.

Gihun let out the broken moan at the feeling of bruising hands on his hips and rough tongue breaching his rim licking greedily. His muscles gave up and he fell forward, the sculptured muscles of Inho’s abdomen flexed under his face, so he shot out his tongue and traced the shape of them sucking gently.

The grip on his hips tightened. Encouraged by his lover’s reaction Gihun lifted his head and gave a small kitten-licks to the Inho’s hard cock, oozing with precum.

The groan went from Inho’s throat straight to Gihun’s hole, sending vibrations to his own cock.

Gihun closed his mouth around inviting hard-on, the heady taste of his lover spreading on his tastebuds.

Being pleasured from both ends - Inho’s tongue in his ass eating him out like man starved and Inho’s cock in his mouth, the salty taste invading his senses, thick shaft stretching his mouth to the limits - made Gihun’s climax built really fast.

He twirled his hips grinding on those greedy mouth and with loud moan he came, his seed spilling between their bodies, the babydoll ruined with a semen, sweat, drool and smeared makeup.

When In-go felt the clench of Gihun’s walls the moment he climaxed his own orgasm hit him like a tide wave, taking everything by storm.

His cum spurred deep down Gihun’s willing throat, the sensation of being milked by those perfect lips prolonged his bliss.

- You are perfect - Inho pulled fucked-out Gihun in his arm - You were amazing, princess.

Gihun smiled at him but smile turned into frown. - I ruined my lingerie.

- Don’t worry, I ordered few sets already, baby - Inho’s fingers tugged at the sheer lace, his intense eyes gleamed with pride - You look so fucking hot like that.

- Like what? - doubt creeped into Gihun’s eyes.

- Ruined by me. - Inho’s finger hooked on the lace and pulled hard. The sound of tearing fabric made Gihun gasped. - All better now.

He sat up taking in the view of his lover - sprawled around the pillows, face ruined with remaining makeup and their body fluids, babydoll torn in the middle revealing those soft pecs he was obsessed with and with utterly fucked-up expression was a sight Inho wanted to burn inside his head and under his eyelids.

Possessive hands found it’s way to this perky ass kneading the firm asscheeks.

With a self-satisfaction Inho noticed the bruises in shape of his hand imprinted on them.

- Baby… - Gihun’s voice brought him back to the reality. - Maybe we’ll take a shower now?

- Under two conditions - Inho’s hand landed on this magnificent ass playfully. - You let me wash you just to make you dirty again and you put your makeup on right after shower.

- Still haven’t enough? - Gihun smirked.

- I’m just starting, babydoll. I promised you to fucking ruin your ass tonight - Gihun yelped when he felt two fingers being shoved into his hole - still wet and stretched from his lover's tongue.

The fingers were merciless, the way Inho curled them inside made Gihun whimper.

- Please, please… - the broken pleas falling from his lips made Inho fasten the pace.

- “Please” what? Use your words, pretty thing.

- Please… Fuck me, Sir! - hot tears streaming Gihun’s face was leaving salty aftertaste on his lips.

- How can I refuse my beautiful girlfriend? - with one swift motion Inho lifted him and sat him on his lap, his cock pressing into his lover’s throbbing hole. - Ride me, doll.

Gihun’s arms circled Inho’s shoulders searching for leverage. Their lips crushed with hungry kiss, their tongues mingled together, Inho’s hands on this perfect ass, the taste of his cum and his lover’s saliva making him growl.

Gihun with newfound power and urgency set a brutal rhythm, Inho’s eyes transfixed on this beautiful man bouncing on his cock, primal sounds filled the room - skin against the skin, low grunts and broken moans.

Inho’s palm landed with a loud smack on Gihun’s ass, his moves becoming more chaotic and messy.

- You like it when I spank you, baby? - Inho panted, his hand raised high for emphasis.

- Yes, Sir! - broken whimper went straight to Inho’s cock.

- My perfect slut - another slap landed on the slope of Gihun’s ass earning Inho a loud moan. - Only mine!

- Y-yours! - Gihun cried out and collapsed forward when the orgasm shook his body violently.

Inho caught him into his arm and came inside the warm embrace of Gihun’s hole.

Both of them were fucked-out tired.

- Shower? - Inho’s fingers ran through his lover’s sweated hair.

Gihun only hummed, unable to form a coherent response.

- I’ve got you, babe.

With tender smile Inho lifted his boyfriend in bridal style and closed the door to the bathroom behind them.

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Friday afternoon was sunny and warm and Gihun closed his eyes basking in the sunlight coming through the window in their bedroom, soft smile tugging at his lips.

- Honey, are you ready? - Eunji’s voice broke the silence around him and Gihun opened his eyes casting last look in the mirror.

- Yeah, I think so - he called back.

Soft steps behind him made him spin around and warm arms closed around his waist.

- Look at my beautiful husband - Eunji’s hot breath tickled his neck and he let out quiet giggle.

- Not as beautiful as my wife - he wriggled his eyebrows playfully and hummed into Eunji’s lips when she leaned into chaste kiss.

- I’m so glad you’re going with me. Can’t wait for you to meet Aeshin.

They had a few mutual friends, but he didn’t have a chance to meet the newest one - Aeshin. Eunji was always excited to talk about her and it seemed like they became best friends really quickly.

The ride to the park was cheerful, both of them singing slightly off-key and laughed at their inside jokes.

It was always like this - their marching personalities clicked like two pieces of puzzles since they met. It was long time ago - right after collage, but they became inseparable since then.

They got married soon - maybe a little too soon - mostly giving up to the expectations of their families. They were still young and didn’t experienced the reality of adulthood, but they learned how to navigate their lives next to each other.

Gihun groaned at the sight of full parking lot.

- Go ahead, darling. I’ll join you when I’ll find a place to park.

Eunji nodded and basically bolted from the car, vibrating with excitement to see her dearest friend.

Gihun laughed and shook his head maneuvering the steering wheel and driving slowly, crooking his head around.

Finally! Last empty space. He pulled his car in and switched off the engine. Last look in the mirror, quick fix of his pale pink shirt and he walked into the park, buzzing with laughter, chatter and music playing in the background.

It didn’t take long time for him to found his wife. She was talking animatedly with a woman with dark hair and warm eyes. Next to her stood a man, his back facing Gihun.

He put a wide smile on his face and walked to the group.

- Here he is! - cheerful tone of his wife’s voice made the stranger turned around.

Gihun’s steps falter a bit when their eyes met.

Man was around his age, little shorter than Gihun but broader, his frame all firm muscles hidden under dress shirt. Soft chestnut hair falling on his forehead, sharp jawline and cutely uneven lips.

But his eyes… Deep black, serious, intense.

When they locked with Gihun’s something unreadable flickered in them, something almost too quick to notice. But the soft arch of his eyebrows and almost too-subtle widening of his pupils ensure Gihun that it wasn’t the product of his imagination.

Gihun knew he was attractive. It wasn’t coming from his pride, just from the simple fact. He get used to lingering gazes, to the not-so-subtle tries of flirting when he was going out - both from men and women.

He came to terms with his sexuality long time ago - Eunji was aware of his bisexuality and it never was a problem for her. He chose her and he was faithful to her since they started dating.

They joked often that they could share one wardrobe since Gihun’s style was similar to hers - always underlining his feminine qualities.

But this… whatever it was - it hit different. The weight of those black eyes boring into his face and ranking through his body felt like a challenge.

Inho - Aeshin’s husband as Eunji informed him - was straight fitting into the example of Gihun’s type of a man. Unfairly handsome, very masculine and radiating an brooding aura, hard to ignore.

Gihun’s eyes dropped to Inho’s uneven lips just for a fraction of second but it was enough to notice the soft twitch in his upper lip.

- Get a grip - Gihun scolded himself adverting his eyes to two women.

With wide grin he jumped into their conversation, trying the best to seem unaffected, but the feeling of black, intense eyes glued to his face made it almost impossible.

His eyes betrayed him again and strayed to another man’s face. The weight of the eye contact sent a shiver down his spine and he grabbed the can of beer with slightly trembling hand.

What was that?

He knew he wasn’t the one who felt this weird pull when Inho exited from the park, murmuring the unconvincing excuses about work call. The last lingering look left Gihun stunned.

When Inho disappeared from his view he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Without his presence it was easier to breath and Gihun switched his focus to the women.

His WIFE and Inho’s WIFE.

Right.

When Aeshin surprised them with invitation for the dinner his first reaction - his fight-or-flight reaction - was to deny, came with excuse to refuse.

But something in his chest clenched and the memory of black eyes and twitch on uneven lips popped uninvited in his head.

He felt like he wanted - he needed - to understand this pull, this energy feeling like a taut string between two men.

When he accepted the invitation with easy grin - despite the turmoil in his mind - both women bursted with excitement and joy.

He joined their banter easily smiling but the clench in his chest didn’t disappeared.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow he’ll see if all of this - whatever it was - was the product of his imagination.

But he was sure he knew answer already.