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Assistant: Title: Wheat Wedding
        Author: gabscritora gabscritora 
        Chapter: 1/20 
        Summary: Yeonjun is a top class scoundrel. Owner of the largest Korean-American mafia in the world, he tends to be merciless and arrogant towards anyone who crosses his path, including those he beds. After leaving the Korean headquarters with trusted people, Yeonjun begins to make a name for himself in Miami, expanding the family's criminal business as his father always wanted, putting fear in even the most trained police officers in the country, mainly because none of them knew your appearance.Despite this, Yeonjun finds himself falling for a spoiled, arrogant and arrogant boy who seems to enjoy being involved in danger, when he maintains an open and complicated relationship with Soobin, his personal bodyguard.Although Yeonjun lived for the adrenaline of constant danger, surrounded by people ready to kill him as soon as they discovered his face, his biggest mistake was letting Soobin and Beomgyu penetrate his heart.[ choi line • criminal!au • angst • 3-way romance ]
        Contents: Chapter 1: devotion for two
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  •❃•

   

  Miami, Florida

  2022

   

  Y
  eonjun was merciless and arrogant most of the time.

  When he was dealing directly with anything related to the Tribe, or when he ran his handsome, charming fingers through strands of hair to get them out of his face, or when he squeezed the gun strapped to his hip. It was like being in front of the devil himself and, d@mn, how hot he looked like that.

  Soobin was the type of guy who didn't let anything go unnoticed, not when it came to Choi Yeonjun. When he was with him on the field, Soobin needed to focus and protect him, but when they were alone, he stopped being his personal bodyguard and was just Choi Soobin. And just being Choi Soobin hurt. It hurt a lot more than being a bodyguard who had been shot a million times on the field.

  Being with Yeonjun, so close to him, knowing a whole history of nights filled with alcohol, drugs, and lots of vile fluids, always made Soobin's heart tighten, causing that annoying pain right in his ribs. The pain rose up his throat like hot and bitter acid, about to corrode everything inside his body. Still, Soobin wouldn't let go of the bone. He was like a puppy in love with his owner, who waited at the door, knowing that he would always return at the end of the night. It didn't matter how many times he told his reflection in the mirror that he should put an end to all the acceptances in his relationship with Yeonjun, because the irrational fear of losing him made him swallow dry every scene he witnessed, and how much he laid down by his side with a mixture of smells that were nothing like his, Soobin let a few tears run down his cheeks in the silence of Yeonjun's deep breathing.

  That's how Soobin felt all the time. But when he was on top of Yeonjun, watching his drunken and intense eyes, as if Soobin was all that mattered at the moment, he felt it was worth it. 
  
    It's worth suffering a little if in the end I have those eyes on me.
  

  “How many minutes?” Yeonjun asked, hands holding tight to Soobin's waist, squeezing the flesh so that it would leave marks on the sensitive skin.

  “Until we have to leave or until I make you c@m?” Soobin returned in the same tone, low and hoarse. The light from the yellow lamp that was on the furniture next to the armchair reflected briefly on the pearly skin, making it even more ethereal.

  “You know I don't give a d@mn about anything you have to do when you're like that, rolling around in my lap, don't you?”

  “Not even for your business?” Soobin held his face, his marked jaw hard under his fingers, tense from clenching his teeth when Soobin moved his @ss over the hard erection inside his tight dress pants.

  “F@ck business” he slapped Soobin's thigh, causing a muffled sound because they still had their clothes on.

  “That's not what you said when you dragged me to this country.

  “Why do you always insist on discussing the relationship at these times?” Yeonjun opened a sideways smile. Soobin felt a shiver run down his spine, because seeing Yeonjun smiling was like seeing his entire life wither away before his eyes.

  “So you want me to keep quiet?” he whispered, pressing his chest to Yeonjun's.

  “No, no” he denied “I want you to talk.”

  “And? Say what?”

  Soobin tried not to break down in Yeonjun's arms, although he failed most of the time. He tried not to show all his dedication and the love that throbbed in his chest to the point of leaving him breathless. But Soobin knew that Yeonjun was fully aware that he would do anything to have him around, and, more than that, that he used what he knew 
  
    against 
  
  Soobin to maintain what he had for three years: his complete loyalty and devotion.

  “I want you to say how much you  wanna sit on my d@ck.”

  Soobin felt the blood heat up and flow inside his veins when he looked directly into Yeonjun's eyes and saw all the intrinsic desire there. He approached his neck and sucked the hot flesh, running his tongue over the skin until he felt it goosebumps. It was priceless to make Yeonjun want him. He could never hide how much he wanted to f@ck him, and knowing this so clearly made his ego — practically weakened by the troubled relationship — fill like a gl@ss of cold beer that went down, clearing any bad feeling in his throat. The one that Soobin always tried to swallow every time he saw Yeonjun at Devotion taking someone he met on the dance floor or at the drinks counter to one of the club's private rooms.

  Just as Yeonjun was about to unb@tton the top b@tton on his shirt, the sound coming from the Apple Watch notification on his wrists burst the bubble of palpable tension that surrounded them.

  Soobin slowly walked away, hearing Yeonjun's dissatisfied gasp vibrate close to his face when he made to look at the watch on his wrist and check what they ordered. It was inevitable not to smile smugly, because Yeonjun was hard as hell and the shipment was arriving, which meant they needed to go.

  “Don't you dare get off my lap yet, honey.”

  “And what will you do if I leave?”

  Yeonjun sucked in air between his teeth, a sound that mixed excitement and anger in equal proportions. The long fingers shining with opulent rings squeezed Soobin's cheeks tightly as he tilted his torso and his in the same direction. Yeonjun looked into his eyes as if he wanted to devour him, and not so deep down, Soobin 
  
    wanted 
  
  to be devoured by him.

  “You never learn, do you?” Soobin had a cute pout on his red lips from squeezing. Faced with the impossibility of responding, Yeonjun continued: “I'm going to f@ck you so hard that you're going to tremble under me, honey.”

  Soobin ripped Yeonjun's hand away from his cheek, fingers firm around the wrist.

  “Is this supposed to be some kind of nasty threat?”

  “You’re a wh@r@.”

  Yeonjun forcefully retracted his fist and pushed Soobin to the side so he could get off his lap. Soobin continued with a victorious smile on his lips, as if at some point he had confirmed Yeonjun's defeat, when, in fact, he was aware that Choi Yeonjun 
  
    never 
  
  lost.
 
  •❃•

   

  A 357 Magnum that Soobin carried in his holster had a capacity of eight shots without reloading.

  With the shooting skills developed by Soobin throughout his journey as a member of the Tribe, eight shots meant eight bodies lying at his feet. Well, not literally 
  
    at his feet,
  
   since he didn't need to fire point-blank shots to hit his targets. He was an excellent shooter, the best in the entire organization. Because of this, he was appointed, from a young age, as the exclusive bodyguard of Yeonjun, who was heir to that entire empire and soon became the official leader shortly after his father's death in cold blood in his own apartment, far from the protection of the walls of the Tribe conglomerate.

  Protecting Yeonjun from all the people who wanted him dead was his mission. A long time ago, taking care of him had stopped being a mere professional obligation and had become his life's goal, and he couldn't say he was dissatisfied with that position, because he would never trust the life of the man he loved to anyone else.

  Soobin held tight to the holster on his waist and felt the other one on his thigh brush against the fabric of his pants. There was a shipment of weapons arriving that night, and it was the duty of not only the bodyguards, but also Yeonjun, to be at the pier to receive the merchandise that would be transported to the conglomerate inside the vans.

  “The boat arrived about thirty minutes ago, sir.” Soobin heard the voice of Jeff, one of the bodyguards present on the mission, addressing Yeonjun through the wire. Everyone shared the same signal so that communication was uniform and error-free.

  “Everyone, head east” instructed Soobin, walking on the wooden walkway. Yeonjun was practically at his side, a few centimeters behind, discreetly holding the gun.

  There were lots of boats around, yachts, 
  
    jet skis 
  
  and fishing equipment. The pier where the shipments usually arrived was not busy at night, almost early in the morning — the time they always chose to receive the goods —, which made unloading and transportation easier.

  The night was dark and without many stars. The only illumination came from the 
  
    flashes 
  
  of light from some poles on the shore that reached the pier. It wasn't a relevant problem, however. They were used to operations where light was scarce, but the eyes of the Tribe's bodyguards, especially Soobin's trained and smart ones, were like cat's eyes.

  “Can you see the boat?” Yeonjun asked, and Soobin just nodded without looking at him. “Don't leave my side.”

  Yeonjun took two steps forward, leaning his chest against Soobin's back, who rolled his eyes when he felt his pelvis rub against his @ss on purpose.

  “Can you stop being a complete pervert while we're working?” Soobin asked in a whisper, although he knew there was no one that close and that his ear only picked up audio when activated.

  “I can, when you start wearing less tight pants” he said against Soobin's ear, giving him goosebumps all over.

  “This is non-negotiable.”

  Soobin's shoulder pushed Yeonjun's body back. The smile he gave immediately afterward only reinforced that he hadn't forgotten what happened an hour ago, and that he would tease him until his cup overflowed with l@st.

  The other bodyguards, together with Yeonjun and Soobin, arrived where the boat with the merchandise was, and their 
  
    workers 
  
  had already been busy unloading what came in large wooden boxes. The excuse for the large volume of material unloaded at the dock was that they resold industrial fishing equipment, but it wasn't as if the Tribe cared much about the authorities.

  “How are the surroundings?” Soobin asked Jeff when they found themselves in front of the boat.

  “No signs of movement,” he replied, looking around. “They're already taking care of everything and shouldn't take long to unload.

  “Great,” Soobin said. “I don't want intruders like last time.”

  “Those guys don't know who they're messing with, do they?” Jeff shook his head, both hands holding the pistol while looking to the sides. “Lurking like mice.”

  “Rats are no problem for the Tribe.” Soobin said, expressionless. He tapped his foot twice on the ground, just the tip, and held it in that position for five seconds as if crushing an insect. “Don’t you think?” With arched eyebrows, Jeff swallowed and nodded.

  Soobin knew he scared some of his coworkers sometimes. He didn't know if it was because of his coexistence with Yeonjun or because of the years of his life spent in contact with the cruel world of the mafia, but he wasn't very empathetic. Apart from his blind love for Yeonjun, other people and nothing were almost the same thing to him, especially when it came to criminals from gangs as small as the dirt under the sole of his shoe who thought they had some relevance in the world of crime. It was pathetic. 
  
    They 
  
  were pathetic. And Soobin felt like laughing whenever he remembered that they actually thought they had a chance against the Tribe.

  Yeonjun was on a call while the employees finished unloading the merchandise. The bodyguards were attentive, but Soobin didn't let a fly land twice on his shoulder. No. He had his eyes and ears wide open, and his senses told him, clear as water, that that pier needed pest control.

  “Where are you going?” Yeonjun asked when he noticed Soobin take the gun out of the holster on his waist and take a few steps.

  “I’ll be back in a moment.” That's all he said.

  Soobin moved away little by little from where Yeonjun and the bodyguards were. He took silent and restrained steps, his heart not even beating fast.

  He could smell it. He could almost feel the unwanted presence in that place at his fingertips. Little by little, the people of the Tribe fell behind. When Soobin stopped, he was facing a white fishing boat.

  Soobin smiled sideways, just a restrained tug of his lips. Really 
  
    pathetic.
  

  “You could think about asking your boss for a promotion” Soobin whispered, enough for the man squatting behind the sail of the white boat to notice his presence.

  Soobin saw surprised eyes and scared expressions. That henchman definitely wasn't counting on him being so close, because last time he had run away before being caught by one of the bodyguards. But Soobin wasn't like the others. He was 
  
    Choi Soobin
  
  , and nothing got past him.

  “Espionage isn't really your strong point.”

  And there were seven shots left in the 357 Magnum.

  Soobin didn't like emptying it unless it was extremely necessary, however, exterminating a 
  
    rat 
  
  was much more than necessary, it was indispensable.

  The silencer didn't let the sound of the shot ring loud enough to reach the Tribe, who continued checking the unloading, and it was a good thing that was the case. There was no need to distract their attention with an insignificant little thing like that.

  “It's a shame to pollute the water with so much trash” Soobin said, putting the gun back in its holster.

  He placed one foot on the edge of the small boat and rested his elbow on his knee, staring at the body of the dead henchman shot in the head, blood dripping from the hole in his forehead like honey from a honeycomb.

  Soobin extended his leg until his foot was in contact with the lifeless body. He pushed the henchman away as if he were removing an unwanted ornament from the living room. The body made a splash as it fell into the water and Soobin watched, with expressions cold enough to freeze even the most tepid skin, as it sank.

  A long sigh came soon after. Soobin lifted his torso and turned his back, following the path back to where the others were. When he arrived at his destination, Yeonjun was silent, watching the shipment.

  “What were you doing?” Yeonjun asked, looking at him with a frown. “I told you not to leave my side.”

  “It was nothing” he shrugged. “I thought I saw a mouse.”

  Yeonjun didn't say anything else after that, seeming to understand exactly what Soobin meant. When the entire shipment was placed in the Tribe's vans to safely go to the conglomerate's warehouse, Yeonjun decided that he would go to Devotion to relax a little.

  Soobin wasn't that keen on being in the middle of so many people, knowing how their night would end. He was jealous and knew the hint of bitter selfishness that rose up in his throat every time Yeonjun got involved with someone at the club and disappeared from his sight. It was inevitable not to think of him f@ck@ng and moaning someone's name, while Soobin was stuffing his face at the bar wishing deeply that it was just them; that there was no one else who attracted Yeonjun. Unfortunately, behind all that cold and calculating layer that the people of the Tribe saw and feared, there was an insecure Soobin, unable to contain the hungry animal that he always fed with his constant fears and paranoia and Soobin was one step away from being convinced that Yeonjun only saw him as one more, just like everyone else. But there was a small voice inside his body, one that still held a tiny flame of hope, and it tried to reach out to the hungry animal to remind him of the little moments they had spent together during all three years of being on the 
  
    roll 
  
  — because what they had was nothing less than a 
  
    roll 
  
  — like when Yeonjun made a candlelit dinner for them before eating it deliciously on the couch, kissing his mouth with the hunger of ten lions trapped inside a cage.

  Yeonjun once presented him with a blue diamond jewelry that cost millions of dollars on his birthday. It was a ring and Soobin only wore it on special occasions, when he was off duty, at street races, at auctions, on his birthday or Yeonjun's. It was that little voice, so low and thin, that made Soobin not lose all hope, because none of the people Yeonjun took to bed sporadically saw that side of him.

  “Today you're going to have fun without me, honey” Yeonjun touched him on the waist as soon as they entered Devotion, one of Yeonjun's nightclubs, used to hide all the Tribe's money laundering. He left a kiss on his neck and looked at him with that rude expression that made Soobin melt like jelly. The warm feeling of his hands was soon replaced by the cold air conditioning as Yeonjun disappeared into the crowd.

  Soobin went to the counter and ordered a strong drink from Madison, one of the bar girls who took care of the drinks when she wasn't performing on stage. She had been looking for a job at Devotion a few years ago when her parents were brutally murdered, and she had nowhere to go. Madison was great at both, making great drinks and dancing, and if she hadn't gotten involved with the Tribe, she would have had a good chance of being a successful dancer.

  “What's that face, kitten?”

  “The same as always.”

  “You look like your heart was broken” she wrapped a red strand of hair around her index finger and made a face as if she wanted to know more than she should, or could. Soobin rolled his eyes and took a generous sip of the drink, feeling it go down his throat hot and burning, but it was good, because it created a welcome burn.

  “I think you should mind your own business more, Madison, or you might get in trouble” he said, looking at her over his bangs. She trembled and nodded. “And I'm not a person to warn more than once.”

  Madison went back to focusing on his work and Soobin was alone at the counter, drinking one drink after another until he saw Yeonjun pulling a random guy to the VIP area. It was inevitable not to feel betrayed, even though they didn't have anything concrete and Soobin already knew that Yeonjun always went to Devotion to spend part of the night f@ck@ng someone. The hungry animal began to bother him, creating deep holes in his stomach and an acidic feeling of nausea. Soobin finished drinking what was in his gl@ss in a single gulp and left Devotion with his heart clutching his ribs.

  He decided, as he got in the car, that he wouldn't go to the conglomerate that night. Even though he knew that going to the bear's den was ten times worse, he couldn't help but drive to Yeonjun's private apartment. He lived in the penthouse, and Soobin was the only person who had free access to come and go as he pleased, even if Yeonjun wasn't there.

  When he parked the car, he still spent a long time with his forehead pressed against the steering wheel, thinking if it was really worth continuing to give himself to someone who clearly didn't see him as that important. And it hurts. It hurts so much that it stings, it hurts to the point of gnawing, but Soobin couldn't help it. He was like a punching bag, and he liked it when Yeonjun approached with his gloves to punch and punch and punch until he couldn't feel his fists anymore.

  Yeonjun's apartment was large and modern, it had been planned down to the smallest detail to satisfy his personal desires. Yeonjun was the type of guy who liked to contemplate his own image, and on almost every wall a photo of him hung . In the beginning, when they still didn't have all this troubled relationship, Soobin found all the photos and murals spread across the minimalist walls an exaggeration, but over time, when he realized that he saw Yeonjun with different eyes, all those images gained a new meaning. It was almost cosmic how Yeonjun became the brightest beam of light in Soobin's orbit.

  His sofa, long and soft, was the scene of a million nights of pleasure between them, everything was embedded in the upholstery like, at the moment, an unwanted memory. Soobin threw his whole body at him and buried his face in the pillows, deeply wanting to scream and cry in frustration, but he wasn't that weak. Soobin was cold and calculating, and didn't let himself be shaken that easily, but when it came to Yeonjun, he simply became an ordinary fifteen-year-old teenager, discovering how painful being in love was.

  Soobin would rather be shot.

  The red wine he got from Yeonjun's personal cellar washed down his throat. He drank it as if it were water, one cup after another, until he felt his body begin to soften. Soobin was about to go to the wine cellar again, ready to finish one more bottle until he managed to forget Yeonjun's name and p@ss out like a dying drunk when he heard the apartment door opening and his image; the image of the one who was disturbing him so much, appearing right in front of him, with loud expressions, a slutty smile and swollen, red lips. Yeonjun would never discover that, in that instant, Soobin's heart broke into a million sharp pieces inside his chest, cutting the inner skin and forming new bruises.

  Still, Yeonjun was the most handsome man in the world, even though he was a mess of disheveled hair and wrinkled clothes.

  “I thought you went to the conglomerate.”

  His voice snaked into his ear, causing a strange sensation of bitterness mixed with desire.

  Soobin took a deep breath, searching for his own voice deep down to be able to answer him without letting on how destroyed he was by being exchanged for some case.

  “I wanted to drink.”

  “There are drinks at the conglomerate” he smiled sideways, seeming to have seen the moment his Adam's apple rose and fell in his throat.

  “I wanted 
  
    your 
  
  drink” he managed to say, even though he felt his hands sweating around the empty wine bottle, fearing that the sweat would make it slip and break right at his feet. If that happened, it would at least change the direction of the conversation and disperse the dense air that hovered around them.

  “Did you take it all yourself?” Yeonjun pointed to the bottle. He blinked his eyes slowly as he began to approach, waiting for a response. Soobin looked at the bottle and nodded, now, unable to say another word. “Wow, honey, you could have waited for me. I would have loved to have had a drink 
  
    with 
  
  you.”

  “Why didn't you drink at the club with the guy who was having fun?”

  Soobin felt a sudden anger take him like a hurricane when Yeonjun opened an almost psychotic smile like someone who had loved realizing what was happening there. Raw anger surged through his heart, racing it so that his entire vision became blurred. Everything inside him boiled with the unspoken feelings that were being enclosed in a rusty steel cage so close to breaking. Just when Soobin exploded, everything came to a head. But the soft chuckle that escaped Yeonjun's pink lips made everything regress once again, and only then did Soobin realize that he was close enough to feel his breathing quicken.

  “Are you jealous?” he whispered close to his mouth. The warm breath that came into contact with his lips smelled of alcohol and mint, but his perfume was mixed with a cloying and cheap fragrance that didn't match all the elegance and fine bearing. Soobin deeply wanted to carve his own scent into him and remove the other's
  
     perfume 
  
  from the skin of the one who was 
  
    his. 
  
  “You know how I love it when you're jealous, don't you? It makes me so f@ck@ng h@rny.”

  “You're not going to f@ck me.”

  “And?” Yeonjun got a little closer until his pelvis touched his own and made him feel the volume touching his groin. Yeonjun was a f@ck@ng provocative b@st@rd who made Soobin melt with just one different look. And it was that look, the one that shone in his irises, as if saying that Soobin was the only one who had him whole and raw, that made him sigh. “Don't you want it, honey? I left the best for you. As I always do.”

  Soobin nodded, biting his lip. If he opened his mouth to speak, all he could say was how much he loved Yeonjun and how much he wanted him all to himself. He didn't want to share him anymore, didn't want to have to wait for him to finish f@ck@ng someone at the club before returning to his arms. He wanted Yeonjun to love him too, and he wanted him to make a point of saying that he was just his and no one else's. But Soobin knew Yeonjun well enough to know that asking for something like that was asking too much. Yeonjun was nobody's, but Soobin was his alone, and he had agreed to that three years ago when he lay with him for the first time.

  Yeonjun brushed his lips against his, but didn't kiss him right away. He moved his face away and slid his thumb into his mouth to relax him, causing a pleasant sensation of goosebumps on the back of his neck.

  “
  
    This 
  
  is just yours, honey” he whispered, touching his own lips. Soobin nodded once again, practically with his eyes closed, melting in Yeonjun's arms, feeling one of his hands touching his lower back and crushing the fabric of the dress shirt he was wearing. “None of them feel what you feel. They don't have my mouth like you do. 
  
    They don't even have my d@ck the way you do.”
  

  And then Yeonjun held the back of his head with one hand and kissed him. He felt his teeth hit his own due to the brutality with which he approached you. He didn't wait for Soobin to react before opening his mouth, devouring him, feeling the ice from the piercing that Yeonjun had on his tongue touch him. It was like going from water to wine. One moment, Soobin was pure melancholy and uncertainty, the next, he was euphoria and h@rny, and a feeling of pride began to bubble in his groin just by feeling the full, shaped lips pushing against his own with such desire and belonging. Because it was like Yeonjun had said; His mouth was his alone and no one else's.

  It was natural to kiss Yeonjun. He moved his mouth over his as if kissing a precious stone. There was care and there was devotion, but above all, there was burning desire. Such a desire of theirs that made Soobin forget everything around him, the way he was wanting it to happen before Yeonjun appeared in the apartment with that smug little smile full of arrogance.

  Soobin let Yeonjun kiss him until he began to feel his body electrifying with explicit desire, when his fingers, which were on his lower back, began to try to pull his shirt out of his pants in a desperate attempt. Soobin was easy to please when he was under Yeonjun's strong and heavy hands. He wanted to feel pleasure, he wanted Yeonjun to give him pleasure and he couldn't deny it, even when he thought he didn't deserve any of it. But all Yeonjun had to do was get closer, and all the barriers he was trying to build would be torn down before he could even join them into one. It was the effect that Yeonjun had without even making an effort to affect him that much.

  He pushed his body to the couch and placed himself between his legs, kissing the belly as he pulled up the shirt, exposing his milky, fragrant skin. Yeonjun made a point of biting and sucking it, loose lips full of desires traveling over him to his shoulder where a part of the tattoo of a snake curled up in a half-moon related to the Tribe was located. But he stopped as soon as it became difficult, he huffed and opened the top b@ttons of his shirt, pulling it over his head, finally finding himself free from what was holding him back, exposing his chest and the tattoo that made him a member of the mafia, and then He looked at him with those thirsty fox eyes and oozing desire to have him.

  “Look how you're already panting and blushing, and I haven't even done anything to you yet, honey” Yeonjun slowly approached his chin, feeling his heavy breathing up close. He panted and sucked his own lips, looking at Yeonjun practically silently begging him to start touching him soon.

  But Soobin knew Yeonjun well enough to know that because he was dying to feel him, he wouldn't make it easy and would torture him until he couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't like Soobin didn't like the way Yeonjun acted when they were about to have s@x, but at the moment, all Soobin wanted was to already have his d@ck inside, f@ck@ng him over and over while his mind clouded with pleasure and disconnected from the world around him.

  “Yeonjun… can you” he tried to say, but his voice came out in a slurred moan when Yeonjun bit and licked his nipple, letting drool run down his chin.

  “What?” he smiled that slutty, slutty smile, which made his d@ck throb in his pants, starting to bother him. “What do you want, honey?”

  “I want you.”

  Yeonjun chuckled against his nipple, the air that came out of his nose was warm and pleasant.

  “I'm already yours, remember? You’re mine and I am yours.”

  
    Not completely
  
  .

  But Soobin didn't voice the thought because he didn't want to ruin the whole atmosphere, knowing that Yeonjun would get angry. He began to ignore the voice of the hungry animal inside his body that was trying to take him down and closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of its wet mouth kissing the skin of his abdomen, slowly sliding down to the waistband of his tight pants. Finally, knowing that he excited Yeonjun and made him look at him with desire, Soobin always tried to wear pants that stuck to his thighs. It was like being in a private paradise. He caught Yeonjun practically eating him with his eyes, holding a f@ck@ng rifle and licking his lips, letting that d@mn piercing in the middle of his tongue shine, and that was what motivated Soobin the most to keep teasing.

  Yeonjun began to unbutton his pants with his elegant fingers lightly touching the skin of his groin, the volume of his c@ck becoming more evident as he unzipped the zipper and exposed his black Calvin Klein underwear.

  “Yeonjun, please…”

  “I love seeing you begging for my c@ck, honey” he said, licking the fabric of his underwear, revealing the silver piercing that adorned his tongue. “But I'm not in a hurry.”

  It was like being tortured. Slowly feeling the blood clot as he felt the fabric of his underwear sliding across his skin. Yeonjun did it on purpose, looking deep into his eyes while letting out soft, naughty laughs. Because, if there was one thing Yeonjun loved — and Soobin knew this more than anyone — it was when Soobin started to writhe and beg, feeling his body soft and his crotch bubbling, ready to melt. Soobin wasn't very strong when it came to Yeonjun on top of him, ready to give him a bl@wj@b.

  When his c@ck jumped out of his underwear and hit his skin, leaving a drop of pre-c@m in its wake, Soobin arched his spine and moaned like a desperate wh@r@, lips being abused by his big teeth.

  “You're so desperate, honey” Yeonjun slid the tip of his nail over the head of his c@ck, making his abdomen contract with desire and desire. He was such a son of a b@tch, it drove Soobin crazy. “Do you want me to suck you?”

  Soobin nodded frantically, eyelids squeezing his eyes that acc@mulated small drops of tears. One of them ran down the corner of his face, and Yeonjun captured it with his index finger before it could reach his hair.

  “I want you to answer me straight” he said, and his tone made it clear that it wasn't just a request, but an order. Soobin opened his eyes and regretted it, the next minute he saw Yeonjun's eyes fixed on his face, shining with a dark and sinful l@st. He licked his lips, teasing him, and all Soobin could do was moan in response desperately when he caught a glimpse of the shiny, wet piercing appearing between his lined lips.

  “
  
    Yes…”
  

  Yeonjun took a deep breath through his nose and faced Soobin, forcefully pulling his pants and underwear off his body, leaving him completely naked. He watched him salivate when he laid eyes on his body. Yeonjun was fascinated by his slim waist. He liked to hold you and squeeze the flesh between his fingers, and when they were in bed, he would whisper how that part of his body was his favorite.

  “I'm going to make you forget all our problems, honey” he whispered, approaching only to leave a kiss on his mouth. “Isn't that what you were trying to do before I arrived?”

  “N-no…”

  “No?”

  Yeonjun raised his eyebrow, and as if he knew he was lying, he closed his hand around his d@ck, squeezing it while giving a smug little smile.

  Soobin swallowed a shameful moan and denied it again, loving how Yeonjun began to slide his thumb over his erection.

  “Oh, what a shame” he made a fake face of disappointment, blinking his eyes as if he were the most innocent person in the world. “If I were really trying to forget about our problems, I would take good care of you and suck you so hard… But now, I think I can let you go back to drinking in peace, right?

  Yeonjun made to move away, but Soobin held his wrist tightly, pleading in an almost tearful and desperate tone:

  “Make me forget everything, please.”

  Everything around him became hot steam and bright lights around his eyes when Yeonjun held him by his narrow hips and knelt between his legs again. He looked at his d@ck as if looking at something very valuable before starting to suck, letting it go. Drool runs down the lips, towards the chin. Yeonjun swallowed him whole, pressing his cheeks together to feel the pre-c@m wet his teeth.

  Soobin felt everything dripping. He knew that his body's reactions aimed exclusively at Yeonjun made his ego grow to the point where it became impossible to stay in one place.

  He tilted his head forward, savoring everything Soobin could give at the moment. Yeonjun's lips created a narrow hole around his c@ck, and the suction made him squirm desperately, dying to have some more.

  The room became hot and almost suffocating. His body dripped with burning sweat, and his blood ran desperately through his veins. Yeonjun savored his c@ck with an animalistic devotion, smearing it with saliva that ran down to his b@lls, the cold piercing causing an electrifying, almost cosmic sensation. But Yeonjun pulled away, causing a pleasant noise from his mouth with his c@ck, the pre-c@m, bringing them together for a few seconds.

  As Soobin looked up and held Yeonjun's messy hair, he brought two fingers to his mouth, without taking his dark eyes off hers. He licked them with his tongue, in that sinful way that made his c@ck throb, and then he slipped one of them inside. The sigh of pleasure that Soobin let out was full of cunning, making Yeonjun smile and kiss the full flesh of his thigh as he slowly pushed his finger inside, curving it to be able to touch the wet inner skin. With his other hand, Yeonjun held the side of his waist, pressing his fingers into the soft, sweaty skin. He wanted to ask for more, but if he did that, Yeonjun would torture him more than Soobin could handle, as if his intention was really to leave him disoriented with just one finger going in and out to the point where he could only express himself through languid moans like response to that invasion. He pushed, pulled out, and then pushed again, inserting the second one first to open them like scissors and curve them inwards.

  Soobin hissed, overflowing with liquid pleasure. He closed his eyes and pulled Yeonjun's hair, trying to concentrate on not c@mm@ng yet, but he felt his d@ck throbbing and an electric current running through his groin, turning into boiling pleasure. His body shook in violent spasms, and his entire abdomen contracted. His mind shut down for a moment, long enough to feel wet, tender kisses on his cheek and the corner of his mouth.

  “I'm not finished yet” Yeonjun whispered and kissed his mouth tenderly, moving his hands to his neck before moving away and standing next to the sofa. Soobin opened his eyes and took a deep breath, being swallowed by Yeonjun's drunken beauty, slowly undoing the heavy clothes that still covered his body.

  Little by little, the torso full of tattoos was exposed by the yellow light of the room. He opened his mouth, panting, admiring each one. Soobin knew all the tattoos Yeonjun had, but he was always surprised when he laid eyes on them, when he kissed them and when he sucked them. He had already touched them all too, had accompanied him to do most of them with Jisung, the Tribe's tattoo artist, and had even chosen some for him to do. But still, he still found him s@xy and powerful every time he laid eyes on them.

  “Do you like what you see, honey?”

  Yeonjun threw his shirt on the floor and lowered his hands to his belt, starting to slowly unbuckle it, the volume between his legs made Soobin's mouth salivate and his groin tremble, sending new signals of excitement to his body. As soon as he pulled down his pants, exposing his long and beautiful legs, Soobin felt the hot sting of his d@ck that was getting hard again and his trigger to practically explode with desire was when Yeonjun pulled down his underwear and the d@mn tattoo on his pelvis took shape. And shadow. Soobin remembered when he went with him to the mafia studio to accompany Yeonjun, and he pulled down most of his pants saying he wanted to tattoo the word — Suck — on his skin. Soobin had to stop himself from groaning when he saw his ready around the red skin.

  “Let it go…” he panted, sitting on the sofa with his hands extended towards Yeonjun. “Let me 
  
    suck
  
  .”

  Yeonjun looked down and smiled without showing his teeth, placing himself between Soobin's open legs. His c@ck, hard and wet, was very close to his cheek, but Soobin was too busy admiring the tattoo. He licked and dragged his teeth over her, making the skin on Yeonjun's groin crawl. He held his hair with his fist and tilted his head up when Soobin sucked and bit, leaving his skin wet and soft.

  “Suck it, d@mn it!” Yeonjun grunted, upset and impatient, gripping Soobin's hair tighter and moving him away from the tattoo. “I wanna f@ck your throat.”

  The middle of his @ss twitched and goosebumps rose. He opened his mouth instantly, making it clear how much he wanted to have Yeonjun's c@ck f@ck@ng his mouth. He put everything inside at once, not caring if it bothered him, and waited for Soobin to start sucking what he could.

  He choked at first, because Yeonjun was big, and he put everything in his mouth, but as soon as he relaxed his throat and released his cheeks, he managed to move back and forth, surrounding with his fist a small part that was left out just to feel it. Its pulse against his skin. Yeonjun grunted and panted with his head thrown back before he started to thrust his hips forward, f@ck@ng his mouth like he was f@ck@ng somewhere else.

  Soobin felt tears of pleasure building up in the corners of his eyes, and his entire body caught fire as he felt his d@ck moving in and out with an almost aggressive brutality in his mouth. He panted and pulled his hair, feeling all the pleasure that everything was giving him. When Soobin moaned with his d@ck inside his mouth, making his throat tremble and, consequently, taking the sensation to Yeonjun, he pulled away and pushed him back onto the couch, opening his legs and placing himself between them. His face was red and sweaty, his dark hair stuck to the back of his neck and forehead, and he was breathing deeply.

  Yeonjun pushed his mouth against his own without warning, sucking on them and causing the tip of the piercing to brush against his. Soobin couldn't react right away. He was dazed and limp, desperate to c@m with Yeonjun f@ck@ng him like a thirsty, hungry animal. He brought his hands to his hips and tried to fit him between his legs, but Yeonjun grunted and bit his mouth, scraping his teeth towards his chin, leaving a trail of shiny, hot saliva.

  “F@ck, honey” he panted, hitting his chest against his. “You drive me crazy. I'm going to f@ck you now, and I  wanna hear you moan like the desperate wh@r@ you are, understand?”

  Soobin nodded and wrapped his legs around Yeonjun's lower back and lowered his toes until he was touching the full curvature of his @ss. His touch arrived in a somewhat rough way, along with the burning of the skin of his @ss being lifted and pulled onto Yeonjun's knees. He curved his body over his until he reached his neck, practically pressing himself onto Soobin to get closer. Yeonjun licked each layer of skin on his neck until he reached the snake tattoo that all the members of the Tribe had — also, it was the only one Soobin had done in his entire life — to mark it once again, and made a point of suck right on top of the crescent to leave a red mark on the sweaty skin.

  It was so delicious that his eyelids fluttered.

  Soobin started to see bright spots around his eyes when Yeonjun stopped teasing him and decided to thrust herself inside him, dropping his hips back onto the couch. He pushed everything at once, making Soobin feel a hot and pleasant burning in that place, unable to contain the languid moan that rose desperately up his throat in the way he knew Yeonjun loved to hear. And that was exactly what gave him the gas to push harder, touching his groin to his @ss in that erotic sound of skin on skin brutally clashing.

  The bright spots around his eyes became stars.

  “D@mn, Soobin” he cursed, breathing deeply. “D@mn, how hot you are.”

  The desperate friction caused small electric shocks that rose from his ankle to his eyes, which were barely able to stay open.

  Yeonjun's back was wide and defined. Soobin could feel their visible muscles under his fingertips, hard like Yeonjun when he was leading, but not when they were having s@x.

  In s@x, Yeonjun knew how to impose himself. Soobin knew that he liked to command and be obeyed, that he didn't like being contradicted, and all the other stereotypes of dominance that he carried. Even so, there were still moments when the two were in bed, Yeonjun on top of Soobin, between his legs, going slow and deep, while licking his sweaty neck and repeating dozens of times how perfect Soobin was. In those moments, Soobin gave up on all the thoughts that urged him to put an end to his troubled relationship, and the hungry animal succ@mbed to its own hunger, as he was no longer afraid to feed it.

  Although not so frequent, having those moments of pseudo-romanticism with Yeonjun was more than precious for Soobin. He felt wanted and protected. In words that were even shameful for him, Soobin felt 
  
    loved 
  
  by Yeonjun.

  Soobin was full, Yeonjun's d@ck moving in and out of him. They weren't fast and uncontrolled movements, but rather slow and intense, strong, as if Yeonjun was keen to make Soobin feel him completely and in every detail. And Soobin felt it.

  One of the arms that previously searched Yeonjun's back rose until it held the back of the sofa, squeezing the leather tightly. Soobin moaned shamelessly, as there was no one to reproach him, just a proud fan who was always delighted with the sounds made in the midst of so much desire.

  “Kiss me” Yeonjun asked, because he was always the one asking for kisses during s@x. “Let me feel your mouth, your taste… F@ck, 
  
    let me feel you.”
  

  Because he said all that and then kissed him desperately, Soobin couldn't let go of him. Every word, every gesture, every touch ; Everything made him run back to him, and no matter how much he tried to distance himself, the two were magnets that attracted each other directly, overcoming anything that dared to separate them, especially unconscious fear.

  Yeonjun kissed him, still pushing against him, m@ssaging the most maddening point of pleasure inside Soobin with the base of his glans. Soobin moaned into the kiss, whimpered, and asked for more. And Yeonjun did. He always gave 
  
    everything 
  
  to Soobin.

  
    Everything 
  
  except the one thing they both knew what it was.

  “Come inside me” Soobin asked when they broke the kiss. He already felt Yeonjun pulsing inside him, raw, skin to skin, 
  
    with nothing separating them. 
  
  “Please.”

  “Are you sure?” Yeonjun asked, resting one hand on Soobin's raised thigh and the other above his head.

  “Yeah” he nodded, senses clouded and vision blurred.

  Yeonjun increased his movements, because he could already feel his stomach turning and that pleasant pressure on his pelvis. Inside, Soobin was tight and soft, and that made it always difficult to hold on too much. He couldn't, but there, it seemed like he didn't even try.

  Yeonjun spilled himself inside him, seconds after his breathing hitched, and he started to emit deep moans. Soobin felt the warmth inside him, the viscosity of his pleasure dripping down little by little until there was nothing left.

  With that, with the confirmation of the physical pleasure of the man he loved filling him, Soobin came without even masturbating, the pearly c@m almost disappearing on his stomach and chest, without any contrast with the paleness of his torso.

  Yeonjun kissed him, slow and lazy. Still inside Soobin, he began to caress his thighs and kiss his sweaty forehead, going down his cheek, chin and neck. Soobin moaned softly, recovering from his own @rg@sm and everything that came with it.

  Soobin watched Yeonjun pull out of him and off of him, and because he was sensitive, he whimpered a little. Now being 
  
    empty,
  
   Soobin began to feel Yeonjun's pleasure oozing from his insides, still hot, and put his legs together so as not to dirty the sofa.

  “Seeing my c@m dripping out of you makes me  wanna suck you all over again” said Yeonjun, rubbing Soobin's knees.

  “It’s sore” Soobin replied. “And I need… I need to wash.”

  “Do you  wanna take a shower?” Yeonjun whispered. “I can wash your hair and massage you.”

  “You can?” Soobin asked in the same, sly tone.

  “Yes, come.”

  Yeonjun stood up and held out his hand. Soobin grumbled and also stood up, accepting his help to get up.

  As Yeonjun washed his hair and kissed his neck, whispering words in his ear, Soobin came to the conclusion that he could no longer live without him.
 
  •❃•

   

  C
  hoi Beomgyu, or Ben Fitzgerald as he preferred to be called, hated the nights he had to go to the d@mn course his d@mn parents paid for so he could prepare for law school.

  He was a spoiled and arrogant boy, he couldn't deny it. Beomgyu was the son of Brandon Fitzgerald, a high-ranking police chief in Miami, and Sarah Choi, a judge who had established her position as the highest in Florida, and he liked to drink, smoke and hang out with people he didn't like. He knew how to achieve a luxurious night of pleasure. Beomgyu wasn't the type of person who took life seriously. In fact, he didn't take 
  
    anything 
  
  seriously. He thought that, because he had rich and influential parents, he could do whatever he wanted without suffering the consequences of the end of it all. Which wasn't exactly a lie, since Brandon used his power to free him from whatever sh@t he did, wanting to avoid tarnishing the family name with a son who only brought him displeasure.

  “Pay attention, Ben.”

  Beomgyu blinked and scratched his cheek with the tip of his little finger, looking into Taehyun's eyes, the only person who made a small effort to put up with him every day. He was also the only friend he had left and, as much as Beomgyu didn't admit it, inside his chest, there was an animalistic monster feeding a fear that, one day, Taehyun would also leave, just as the most important person in his life had left. It was ten years ago . Still, even though he had this feeling of constant dread, Beomgyu didn't do anything to change the way he lived.

  Taehyun was American-Korean just like Beomgyu, but he didn't have a problem with that, after all, it was never a problem for him to have oriental features, unlike how it was for Beomgyu when he was a child. He was different from his other classmates and this was a reason for people to make fun of his appearance all the time, the often malicious humor of children, making him detest the characteristic he inherited from his mother.

  “I'm paying.”

  “What did I say, then?”

  “That you're a fool.”

  Taehyun snorted and snatched the glass of Oreo milkshake from his hands to steal a sip, even though he hated anything high in calories like that. Beomgyu raised an eyebrow as he looked at him, a little irritated and impatient, and when he was about to protest, Taehyun raised his index finger and spoke before him:

  “I asked if you did the Introduction to Penalty work.”

  “You know the answer,” he said, taking his glass from his hand.

  “I should stop worrying about you.”

  “
  
    Uhm.”
  
   Beomgyu went back to looking at his cell phone and ignored the presence of Taehyun sitting in front of him, thinking it was only a matter of time before he no longer insisted on having his presence around as a friend. He drank the entire milkshake in the meantime that they were silent, with parallel conversations from those in the cafeteria in the background, until the class schedule was announced and Beomgyu decided, once again, that he wouldn't attend any. “I am going out.”

  Taehyun raised his head, wrinkling his forehead beneath his blond hair.

  “Will you leave? We have class now. Ben, for God's sake, you're going to fail!”

  Beomgyu let out a long sigh through his nose and faced Taehyun, already standing, arms crossed in a clear posture that he didn't care about this.

  “Screw this! I just  wanna drink and dance like hell, and not feel like my ass hurts because I'm sitting on a hard chair watching Introduction to Criminal Law.

  “Your butt will hurt a lot more if your parents find out that you're skipping so much school. Can you stop being reckless?!”

  “That's none of your business,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I'm going. He remains an example of a perfect student who doesn't enjoy life.”

  Beomgyu knew how to be a first-class @ssh@l@ when he wanted to, and even though he knew that Taehyun genuinely just wanted his well-being and to avoid unnecessary conflicts with his parents, he couldn't help it, and, before he knew it, he had already been acidic and rude to him. .

  He asked for an Uber in front of college, and he hated asking for an Uber more than anything, but he was dependent on the app, since the car he got from his parents when he was sixteen was confiscated a few months ago for 
  
    bad behavior; 
  
  like he's in a 
  
    f@ck@ng 
  
  prison. Beomgyu intended to visit Devotion, a nightclub that had been making waves in recent weeks, and he wouldn't miss the chance to enjoy it.

  The journey from his college to there wasn't that far, although 
  
    everything 
  
  seemed long to Beomgyu, who had become chronically bored with the surrounding things. When he arrived, he paid for the Uber and stopped in front of the nightclub entrance. The architecture was modern, with spiral shapes and lots of lights and security guards at the entrance. There were purple lights and an imposing sign on which the words “Devotion” glowed red like blazing fire. Suddenly, Beomgyu's previously pasty expressions turned into expressions of surprise and delight, a sideways smile that betrayed his excitement at being there, even if alone.

  Everything in the club was made of neon lights, in shades of purple, blue and red, which made his skin glow fluorescent. The atmosphere inside was intoxicating and s@xual to the sound of “Die for You” by The Weekend. Beomgyu whistled, rubbing his hands on the jeans he wore as he walked between the tables full of well-dressed people with the best appearance.

  Beomgyu used to go to a lot of clubs, but this one definitely had a different aura. Maybe it was the type of music that was playing, maybe the good smell of mint that came from the smoke machines in the decoration, or maybe Beomgyu was predicting, unconsciously, of course, what would happen to all that enchantment.

  His expensive shoes slid across Devotion's highly polished floor, bright and curious eyes analyzing everything around him. On the dance floor, dozens of people were sweating as they danced freely, holding brightly colored glasses of drinks and smoking cigarettes that couldn't even be confused with legal cigarettes. Beomgyu raised his eyebrows when he saw a blond guy rubbing his nose on the back of his hand, traces of a little white powder on his pale face. Apparently, drugs weren't a problem there, not that they were elsewhere, but the feeling of freedom only grew with each step he took.

  Beomgyu stopped at the bar, a huge expanse of glossy counter and high stools. He rested his forearms on the counter and silently watched the 
  
    bartenders 
  
  and 
  
    bar girls 
  
  shaking their c@cktail shakers.

  “Goodnight! Have you thought about the proposal, cutie?” A woman with long red hair approached the other side of the counter. She wore a black blouse that hugged her full br@@sts, and Beomgyu couldn't see if what she wore on the bottom was as provocative as the top. “I'm Maddie and I can prepare paradise for you tonight.”

  “Maddie” Beomgyu repeated. “Bring me something with vodka. Two doses.”

  Maddie gave a surprised whistle and nodded, turning her back to prepare some strong drink — two shots of vodka.

  Beomgyu's hands were tingling, and his legs wouldn't stop shaking. The thin black choker that he wore in contrast to the white t-shirt was starting to tighten his neck, although it was not in his plans to remove that delicate accessory that so suited his appearance.

  The drink didn't take long to arrive. Apparently, agility was one of Maddie's qualities, and she was all smiles for him, but began paying attention to other customers.

  Beomgyu barely tasted the drink, as all he felt was the alcohol running hot down his throat and warming his stomach. After the first one, Beomgyu lost track of how many drinks Maddie had placed in front of him, and although he still wasn't drunk due to his resistance to alcohol, he was definitely much happier than he was an hour ago.

  “Your necklace was shining in my face from the VIP area.”

  Beomgyu turned his head to the side when he heard a hoarse voice next to his ear. He touched his own silver necklace over the white t-shirt, some pearls wrapped around the chain design and a small padlock pendant on the side. There was also a black choker making up the accessories, something between chic and rebellious. Beomgyu gave the guy a sideways smile.

  “It's Tiffany.”

  “I imagined it” replied the guy, and only then did Beomgyu realize that he was moving a glass of whiskey between his ringed fingers. “Although I prefer Bulgari, Tiffany is a good option, especially when it comes to silver pieces.”

  “You like jewelry, then?”

  “Let's just say I like giving gifts, and jewelry seems like a good gift whenever I want to impress.”

  His voice was beautiful, and Beomgyu fixed his eyes to analyze him more deeply. His hair was black and fell across his forehead in a careless and elegant hairstyle at the same time. He was wearing shades of black and a jacket of the same color with some silver details. For a moment, Beomgyu imagined that the sparkles on his jacket matched the Tiffany necklace he wore.

  “You like giving gifts and I like gifts” Beomgyu said without much pretension.

  “I should have said it before” said the guy with a deliciously cheeky smile on the corner of his lips. “What do you want tonight?”

  Beomgyu was high on the drink, eyes blinking slowly. Although he still had remnants of sobriety, his lucidity was no longer one hundred percent stabilized.

  “I  wanna get f@ck@ng high” he replied, standing up and approaching the man at his side. “Tell me where I can find 
  
    coke, 
  
  and that will be the best gift of the night.”

  “First I want your name” he said, looking at Beomgyu.

  His lips parted to pronounce 
  
    Ben Fitzgerald
  
  , but he had a lapse in common sense. Beomgyu couldn't order drugs using the surname of the biggest names in Miami law. He wasn't that stupid.

  “Beomgyu’ he replied, burning up inside at the use of that 
  
    ridiculous Korean name. 
  
  “Choi Beomgyu.”

  “A fellow countryman” the guy whispered, now looking at Beomgyu's mouth. “What a small world it is.”

  Only then did Beomgyu realize the slanted, feline eyes of his light Asian descent. There was also a slight accent to his speech, even though his English was perfect.

  “I'm not a fellow countryman” he replied, rolling his eyes. “I’m American. Now tell me where I can find it.”

  “Don't you  wanna know my name first?” he arched his eyebrows, the look of derision never leaving his face.

  “Will this change anything?”

  “Well, it will remind you of me when you thank me for the gift.”

  “So, what's your 
  
    f@ck@ng name?”
  
   Beomgyu brought his face closer to his and smelled mints and cigarettes, but not the cheap and stinky cigarettes that ordinary people used to smoke on the street. That smell, even though it was characteristic, was softer and more 
  
    pleasant 
  
  . It was a smell that Beomgyu could consider pleasant, and he wouldn't admit right away that he felt a shiver on the back of his neck.

  “Choi Yeonjun.”

  “You won't say he's my cousin” he said in an inappropriate tone of light humor, and then Yeonjun also stood up, both standing facing each other.

  “Come with me” called Yeonjun, holding Beomgyu's hand.

  “Wait. My bar tab, I need…”

  “You said you like gifts, didn't you?” Yeonjun asked, using Beomgyu's own words for a clever quip. He licked his lips next, and the moment he did that, Beomgyu's cloudy eyes managed to see a shiny piercing escape from between his red lips.

  An unexplained shiver ran down his spine, running down his entire torso and ending up right in his tight jeans, because, definitely, if Beomgyu had found that man f@ck@ng attractive, now, with that f@ck@ng tongue piercing, he was finding ten times more.

   

  •❃•

   

  F
  illed with red light, the room behind Devotion's bar was one of Yeonjun's favorite places. Its main nightclub had a space full of rooms to be used, whether to share a joint or to have orgies. He didn't care, as long as they didn't ruin the wallpaper. Yeonjun used to use the rooms quite often — according to Soobin, more often than he would like — but that small, cramped room was definitely better.

  Yeonjun liked that place because of the almost claustrophobic feeling it brought. The club's music was still audible, but muffled thanks to the thick walls and the door that separated the private room from the hallways. Yeonjun locked the lock from the inside when Beomgyu passed him, a sideways smile always gracing his scoundrel expressions.

  When he saw that boy at the bar, the long black hair and the silver and pearl necklace, he knew he wanted to f@ck him. Yeonjun didn't make many distinctions as long as the person physically caught his attention. He wasn't very interested in what anyone had to contribute to his personal development, and if he gave a good bl@wj@b and didn't bother him the next day, it was perfect.

  Under the red light on the ceiling, Beomgyu, as he had presented himself, looked even more handsome. His face was thin and angular, his small mouth filled with those lips. Appetizing, not too thin, but not too thick either — Yeonjun could almost visualize them around his d@ck. Everything about Beomgyu pleased his eyes, and he couldn't take his attention away from him even for a second.

  Yeonjun followed with his eyes every small and careful step that Beomgyu took until he was sitting on the classic design and padded sofa. As he sat, with his legs open and without posture, he made Yeonjun look to the side and scratch the back of his head, feeling that familiar urgency in the pit of his stomach.

  “I asked you to tell me where there was coke, not to bring me to a cubicle” said Beomgyu, looking at the movements made by Yeonjun with that cunning expression.

  Yeonjun walked to the sofa and sat next to him, smelling the probably expensive perfume that Beomgyu wore again.

  “Do you have a phobia of small spaces?” asked Yeonjun, no longer needing to speak louder than usual like he was doing at the bar.

  “Did not answer.” I'm just waiting for my gift, Mr. Choi.

  “Mr. Choi?” Yeonjun raised his eyebrows, eyes fixed on Beomgyu's lips and his cheeky tongue running along the inside of his cheek.

  “You're looking at me like you're going to eat me alive” said Beomgyu, returning the look with expressions just as malicious. “Where's my coke?”

  Yeonjun sighed, nodding. He put his hand inside one of his pants pockets and took out two small bags that fit in the palm of his hand. Pure white powder was inside, and in a quick and somewhat desperate impulse, Beomgyu tried to capture them with his bare hands, cursing him when Yeonjun lifted them out of his reach.

  “Calm down, babe” said Yeonjun, putting the bags down again. “Let me do it for us.”

  “Where do you buy it?” Beomgyu asked, observing him. “I'm looking for someone trustworthy.”

  “I'll give you his contact details later. 
  
    It's 
  
  trustworthy.”

  Yeonjun leaned his torso back, dragging his hand along the small piece of furniture next to the sofa. In one of the drawers was a thin plate of shiny metal. Yeonjun held the plate with one hand, with the other, he poured the contents of just one bag onto it, white in contact with metallic. Beomgyu's eyes lit up at that time, as did the smile he made.

  The rows were formed with the help of a card, and the dollar that Yeonjun rolled into a cylindrical shape ended up first in Beomgyu's hands.

  “All yours” Yeonjun looked at him, seeing an exciting expectation in him.

  Beomgyu pinched one of his nostrils closed and placed the folded dollar in the other, bringing it closer to the first line of white powder. He vacuumed the entire line quickly, throwing his body back and then resting his back on the upholstery.

  Yeonjun did the same as him, and when he finished, he rubbed his fingers over his nose, putting the sign aside.

  “Did you like your gift?” Yeonjun asked, lighting a cigarette. Beomgyu looked at him, eyelids a little droopy and a silly smile on his face.

  “Wonderful, Mr. Choi.”

  “D@mn, stop calling me that” Yeonjun laughed, placing his wrist over his forehead as he denied it. “Otherwise, I'm goinna f@ck you.”

  Yeonjun didn't hear Beomgyu's laugh as he imagined he would, instead, when he returned his attention to him, he found him with his body lying on the upholstery and his neck tilted towards him. He stared at him with hungry, desire-filled eyes, and his mouth was shiny with alcoholic saliva. His pupils were bigger, he could see even in the low, red light, while his hair was still beautiful and combed, and, 
  
    d@mn, 
  
  Yeonjun really wanted to mess up that hair.

  “Then f@ck” Beomgyu whispered, and that warmed something inside Yeonjun.

  “What?” he asked, just to make sure he heard right.

  “You want it?” Beomgyu approached Yeonjun, his face very close, practically mixing his breath with yours. “Then f@ck me.”

  Yeonjun realized that Beomgyu wasn't asking Yeonjun to have s@x with him because he knew who he was, the leader of a powerful mafia — and he doubted he knew, because it was the first time he'd seen him at Devotion — but because he was h@rny. And believed it was reciprocated. Luckily for him, Yeonjun was also h@rny and wouldn't wait for Beomgyu to ask twice.

  “And?” Yeonjun asked with the cigarette between his lips and then tried to move his legs apart when he saw Beomgyu's affirmative nod of his head, along with his sensual expressions. “Then sit here, sit down.” He hit his thigh twice, inhaling deeply with his back resting on the upholstery.

  Beomgyu was quick to move a leg to each side of Yeonjun's body, sitting on his lap. When he sat down, Yeonjun felt his ass fit against his hard erection that showed in his pants.

  They were both high, but that didn't stop them from staring at each other with a thread of lucidity that was accompanied by an almost uncontrollable desire.

  The desire to have Beomgyu almost betrayed him when he brought his face closer to his with the intention of kissing him. Even with his vision blurred and his senses a little compromised, Yeonjun managed to avoid the wet kiss he would receive.

  “What's up?” Beomgyu chuckled, moving his hips in his lap. “You  wanna f@ck me, but you don't  wanna kiss me?”

  “No one needs to kiss to have a good f@ck” he murmured, inhaling the cigarette again, with that seductive air that made anyone melt. “Now roll for me.”

  Yeonjun didn't give his kisses to just anyone. In fact, he only gave his kisses to one person, and he wasn't there now to receive them.

  Beomgyu arranged himself better on Yeonjun's lap, his ass well-fitted into the volume as he began the slow and intense movements. He didn't move quickly, nor urgently, even with the euphoric effects of the drug coursing through his veins.

  Yeonjun's cigarette came to an end, he put out the spark on the arm of the sofa and threw the butt on the floor. With both hands free, he placed them under Beomgyu's white t-shirt, feeling the soft texture of his back, especially the delicate curves of his small waist. Yeonjun's mouth traveled a dangerous path along Beomgyu's fragrant neck and chin, biting the tip with little force as he rolled.

  As the friction between Beomgyu's ass and his d@ck inside his pants occurred, the fabrics heated up, giving Yeonjun goosebumps all over. He sucked and bit Beomgyu's neck, liking how he reacted when he did this, moaning shamelessly.

  “How delicious, your moan” Yeonjun gasped, pulling the hem of Beomgyu's shirt to get rid of it and leave his torso bare. “Are you going to moan like that when I'm f@ck@ng you?”

  “You'll have to find out” Beomgyu replied, with a mischievous smile shaping his beautiful and delicate lips.

  “Will I?” he raised his eyebrows, looking at Beomgyu's naughty face a little above the line of his own.

  “Yeah” he stated with his lower lip between his teeth. “Do you know what I'm dying to do, Mr. Choi?

  “F@ck, you…” he chuckled, shaking his head when he heard him calling him that way again. “What are you dying to do? Suck your d@ck” he whispered, rubbing himself more against Yeonjun, his erect nipples almost touching his mouth due to the position.

  Yeonjun didn't say anything else. If he said so, he would curse the fourth generation of that boy's family with how h@rny those words made him feel. He gently pushed Beomgyu back, enough for him to understand that he should get off his lap. Beomgyu knelt on the floor between his legs and watched anxiously as his thick belt was unbuckled and the buttons on his black pants were undone.

  Before he caught a glimpse of the length and thickness of his d@ck — Yeonjun was sure his mouth was watering, judging by his expressions — Beomgyu had a privileged view of a silver pistol.

  Yeonjun removed the gun from the holster on his waist that was hidden by his shirt. He liked the way Beomgyu looked at the pistol, full of fear and excitement that went hand in hand. Beomgyu bit his lips, adrenaline almost palpable between them.

  “Are you from the police?” Beomgyu asked in an almost stupid way, making Yeonjun laugh sideways.

  “What m@th@rf@ck@ng cop would make a career for you in the back of a nightclub, babe?” Yeonjun denied, still holding the pistol between his long fingers.

  “So you're a criminal?”

  “This matters?”

  “It depends.”

  “You won't let me f@ck you anymore if I'm a criminal?”

  Beomgyu smiled, a smile that was far from expressing joy or happiness. It was the kind of smile that Yeonjun recognized as the smile that precedes nefarious actions, and Beomgyu was ready to set a clear example right in front of him.

  The right hand, which was previously resting on Yeonjun's thigh, rose to where he was holding the gun. Beomgyu pulled Yeonjun's fist slowly, the pistol coming to eye level with his face. There was vile l@st in the way Beomgyu licked his lips. Yeonjun felt like the ceiling of that room was going to fall on his shoulders when he opened his mouth and fit the tip of the pistol right in the middle, licking the barrel in such a dirty and shameless way that Yeonjun almost came.

  Yeonjun pulled the hairs on the back of his neck back and caught the air between his teeth, moving the pistol away from his mouth to leave it beside him on the couch.

  “You f@ck@ng wh@r@” Yeonjun brought his face closer to his, his voice full of l@st. “What do you think you're doing?”

  Beomgyu remained silent, the mocking smile not leaving his face. He pushed Yeonjun's torso so that he was leaning back against the sofa and rested his forearms on his knees, his face coming to meet Yeonjun's bulge only to blow his hot breath there before unbuckling his belt and taking the buttons out of their buttonholes. .

  There was no shame in Beomgyu's actions, Yeonjun noticed, and he didn't seem inexperienced at all. The way he took Yeonjun's d@ck out of his pants, not even expecting permissive actions, made something inside his body move, in the same way as minutes ago. Beomgyu had an erotic beauty, or maybe Yeonjun was just so h@rny that he would find it s@xy even if he saw him gardening. The issue was that Yeonjun couldn't take his eyes off his 
  
    face,
  
   even though his torso was naked, and his ass was perky.

  Those bright eyes stole all his attention, especially when he was stared at by them at the moment, Beomgyu closed his lips on the glans wet with pre-c@m and began to slowly suck the liquid that was dripping from the symmetrical slit. Beomgyu's eyes expressed many things, and most of them Yeonjun couldn't unravel. Maybe it was a clear need for adrenaline, maybe he was just very high, but Yeonjun knew that he wasn't empty, because no one with a void inside them had expressive eyes like that.

  “What a delicious c@ck” Beomgyu gasped, masturbating Yeonjun while licking his lips, then sucking him again.

  “That’s it” Yeonjun murmured, throwing his head back and holding the back of Beomgyu’s head. “Swallow it all.”

  Beomgyu went down until he felt the glans hit the back of his throat and held it there for a few seconds, sending vibrations straight to Yeonjun's d@ck. Beomgyu's mouth was soft and warm, and the saliva flowing in abundance only made everything better. Yeonjun squeezed the back of his head, pushed him back and forth, and felt Beomgyu choke a few times.

  “Yeonjun” Beomgyu called his name as he took his d@ck out of his mouth quickly, saliva dripping down his chin. “F@ck my mouth, please.”

  “Please?” Yeonjun closed his fingers in his hair, seeing him nod. — “Please, you wh@r@?”

  Beomgyu smiled, nodding once again, eyes twinkling with excitement. Yeonjun realized that he liked being called names when he called him a wh@r@, and now, for the second time, he could glimpse the satisfaction in his bright eyes.

  “Stay seated” ordered Yeonjun, getting up from the sofa. “Lean on the sofa.”

  Beomgyu turned, sitting on the floor, to the opposite side to where he was. Yeonjun got up, stood up and took off his clothes. Beomgyu licked his lips as he stared at his naked body.

  Yeonjun's skin was full of tattoos in black ink, and, in the red light of that room, it was not possible to decipher the real shapes of the different designs on the pearly skin. Yeonjun thought it was a shame that he couldn't read the “Suck” tattooed in bold letters right at the beginning of his pelvis, above where his pubic hair began to appear.

  The already wet mouth opened when Yeonjun got on his knees, one on each side of Beomgyu's body. His d@ck was now right in Beomgyu's face, who didn't take long to close his lips around it again. Unlike when he was the one on his knees, he left his head still so that Yeonjun moved his hips, starting to f@ck his mouth according to his rawest desire.

  A shiver ran up Yeonjun's spine, waves of intense pleasure coursing through his bloodstream because Beomgyu's mouth was driving him crazy. Yeonjun combed his hair back with his fingers as he continued thrusting into Beomgyu's mouth. With each thrust, Beomgyu produced a wet and sensual noise that made Yeonjun roll his eyes with l@st. He wanted to c@m, he wanted to get his c@m on that pretty face, but Yeonjun also wanted to get deep inside him, and so he could do that as soon as possible, he took his d@ck out of Beomgyu's mouth, even if he didn't want to.

  Beomgyu coughed twice, eyes full of tears from the effort, his mouth split and saliva dripping down his chin. He was a mess and ultimately disheveled. Yeonjun held his chin and controlled the urge to taste himself on Beomgyu's tongue. He 
  
    never 
  
  felt the urge to kiss anyone other than Soobin, but, looking at that boy's mouth, his state and everything that made up that erotic scene, he felt that momentary and until then forgotten urgency.

  “Let me take off these pants” asked Yeonjun, getting off him and bending his body down, before he did something really stupid. “F@ck, is that a piercing?”

  Beomgyu laughed and looked in the direction Yeonjun was facing. The jewelry in his navel was sparkling even in the dim light, as was the piercing that Yeonjun had on his tongue, which shined every time he slipped it out of his mouth.

  “Did you like it?” Beomgyu asked, lifting his pelvis to bring his belly closer to Yeonjun's face. “I wanted to put it on the nipples, but I thought it would look too vulgar.”

  “You don't mind being vulgar, otherwise you wouldn't have been sucking me like a wh@r@ a minute ago” said Yeonjun, pulling his pants down with his underwear, leaving him now completely naked.

  Yeonjun swallowed. He swallowed all the desire to destroy that boy, because his eyes fell on his crotch and he saw a small tattoo in the shape of a snake, very similar to the one he, Soobin and all the members of the Tribe had tattooed on their chest.

  He didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else, but Yeonjun understood at that moment that Beomgyu wasn't just another one, even though the realization of this fact was interrupted by Beomgyu's words:

  “And you letting me suck you also don’t make you a wh@r@?” Beomgyu returned to the same tone that Yeonjun had used seconds ago. Yeonjun stared at him, deciding not to retort, because he was much more worried about something else at the moment.

  “How do you want me to f@ck you?” Yeonjun asked, eyebrows raised.

  “I don't think you need instructions.”

  Yeonjun held his cheeks tightly using one hand, a pout being formed on his beautiful lips due to the pressure of his fingers on the delicate skin.

  “You were less bold with my c@ck in your mouth.”

  “So let's see if I'm also less bold with your c@ck in my ass.”

  Beomgyu undulated his hips, seeming eager for any kind of contact. Yeonjun didn't wait for another one of his acid tirades, he just grabbed him by the wrist and turned him in the opposite direction. Beomgyu placed his knees on the floor and leaned his body on the sofa's upholstery. Yeonjun tried to spread his legs wide apart, with a defined back and a slim waist at his pleasure. A sharp slap came from below on Beomgyu's left buttock, and he groaned.

  “Wait a minute” said Yeonjun.

  High and still somewhat airy, Beomgyu kept his face on the sofa's upholstery, pressing his cheek against the fabric. As Yeonjun walked away, Beomgyu's d@ck dripped pre-c@m onto the carpet, so hard that it hit the wood of the couch, hanging between his legs, and he hadn't even been 
  
    touched 
  
  yet.

  Yeonjun captured the jeans that had been lost in the middle of the small room. He searched his pockets until he found a small golden condom packet, tearing the metallized plastic. He went back behind Beomgyu and put on the condom, masturbating to make it fit better.

  “Stand up good for me,” he asked, and Beomgyu obeyed, moving his hips back. “That's right, babe. I'm going to f@ck you now.”

  Beomgyu moaned in response, and that moan was rewarded with another sharp slap, now, on the other buttock. Yeonjun spit on his right hand and quickly passed the saliva over the length covered by the condom, which was also lubricated. Even though he knew that having sex without lubricant wasn't very comfortable, neither he, much less Beomgyu, were caring about comfort in the midst of so much l@st. They just wanted to f@ck, no matter what, especially when the effects of cocaine were still so low in the body, bringing a whirlwind of hyper sensations that came to the surface.

  Yeonjun pushed in, just the glans at first, feeling Beomgyu tense up.

  “Relax.”

  “Go at once” Beomgyu replied, abused. “No need to be gentle. Aren't you the one with a gun on your waist?”

  “You liked the feel of my cock, didn't you, you b@st@rd?” Yeonjun squeezed his ass firmly, continuing to force his d@ck inside, getting goosebumps with every inch that entered. “And now? Are you enjoying feeling my d@ck?”

  “Yes” Beomgyu admitted, nodding. His hands remained flat on the sofa. “I just don't like that rubber thing.”

  Yeonjun chuckled at his disapproval of the condom, and also wished he didn't have that layer separating him from the softness inside him, even though the material was super thin.

  “Didn't they teach you about sexual safety at school?” Yeonjun whispered, brushing the tip of his tongue with his ear-piercing.

  “I must have missed that class” Beomgyu replied, laughing foolishly. “Take it off, will you?”

  “Are you crazy, boy?” Yeonjun slapped his butt as a warning. “You do not even know me. And 
  
    I don't even 
  
  know you.”

  “Then you better f@ck me good to make up for it” he murmured, pushing himself even more towards Yeonjun, who felt his b@lls hit against his skin.

  Beomgyu wasn't complaining about pain, he didn't complain at any point. In fact, he seemed 
  
    to like 
  
  the burn, Yeonjun noticed, because when he started pushing — and Yeonjun was sure it was hurting due to the lack of lubrication — Beomgyu's moans didn't sound like moans of disapproval at all.

  Beomgyu's d@ck, neglected and dripping so much that it was leaving his thighs glistening with a few rivulets of pre-c@m, was grabbed by one of Yeonjun's ringed-fingered hands, bringing it up, closer to his flat abdomen, dirtying that part with his pre-c@m that escaped the red and swollen gland. Beomgyu threw his head back and rested it on his shoulder, moaning with split lips as Yeonjun continued thrusting into him.

  “D@mn” he gasped “you’re so tight.”

  “Am I?” Beomgyu sought confirmation with a mischievous smile on his face. “And I'm hot too?”

  “A lot” he replied through his teeth, f@ck@ng Beomgyu hard.

  Yeonjun closed his other hand — the one that wasn't masturbating Beomgyu — around his slender neck, squeezing lightly. He sought that contact more to support his body in his thrusts than anything else, but Beomgyu seemed to like the way that hand closed on his throat. The moans echoed in the tiny room, even though they couldn't be heard outside, and the movements continued to become deeper and more intense.

  Beomgyu's insides gave way to Yeonjun's thickness little by little, and as this happened, the goosebumps on his skin and the contractions in the pit of his stomach increased.

  “I'm going to c@m” Beomgyu warned, his body shaking. Yeonjun masturbated him quickly, rubbing his finger and the tip of his nail over the sensitive and wet glans.

  The movements made noise, a sexy noise, and every time Yeonjun hit Beomgyu's prostate, he got closer to c@mm@ng.

  “Can I?” Beomgyu asked slyly, the sweaty back of his head still pressed against Yeonjun's shoulder, his back pressed against his chest. “Can I cum?”

  Beomgyu asking for 
  
    permission 
  
  stirred something inside Yeonjun, so he could no longer hold back his own @rg@sm. He only managed to nod several times, breathing heavily into Beomgyu's ear, signaling that yes, he could cum. They didn't come together due to a tiny difference in time. Suddenly, there were all moans and sighs, bodies limp under the influence of pleasure and the drugs previously consumed on that sofa.

  Yeonjun rested his forehead on the back of Beomgyu's neck and left kisses and licks on the sweaty skin, feeling the salty taste of sweat mixed with the remnants of the artificial flavor of perfume.

  Beomgyu felt his body fall forward, his chest sticking to the sofa upholstery. Yeonjun got out of him and took out the full condom, tying the end and only then discarding it in the trash can that was less than three meters from where they were.

  Beomgyu's legs were wobbly, and he was airy. His body was still recovering from the strong @rg@sm, but Yeonjun turned him so they could look at each other.

  “All good?” Yeonjun asked, and Beomgyu just nodded. “Can you get home?”

  “Relax” Beomgyu replied, finding the strength to get up. When he did, Yeonjun again saw the shine of his navel piercing and the snake drawn on his groin. “I'll take an Uber.”

  Yeonjun nodded, taking that as enough. It wasn't like he cared what the people he had sex with did after they came, but he was worried about Beomgyu's condition, who seemed to not be so resistant to narcotics.

  They put on their clothes and Yeonjun lit another cigarette. Before they left, Yeonjun held Beomgyu's wrist and said:

  “Be careful.”

  Beomgyu smiled sideways, hair still damp with sweat on his forehead. Yeonjun's cigarette smoke wafted through the room, forming a hazy curtain in front of them.

  “I said 
  
    relax,”
  
   he replied. “See you.”
Then he left, leaving Yeonjun alone in the tiny room, with the smell of cigarettes, sex and Beomgyu permeating his clothes. In the same proportions.'
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