"Damn them all to hell, fuck!" Jonghyong couldn't calm down. His entire body was shaking with uncontrollable anger and rage, that needed an outlet. Jungsuk looked at the younger guy, at the way, how he breaking his hands in the blood and didn't know, how to help him. As soon as he approached, maknae rushed at him, immediately pushing him back.
The recent quarrel with his father had angered junior so much, that he couldn't help himself. He held on to the last, but as soon as his already shaky self-control failed, Jonghyong exploded and quarreled with his father so, that Park could hear their screams even on the street, saw, how mother and Jonghyong's younger brother rush out onto the porch after Jonghyong left. The woman tried to stop his son, crying, begging him to change his mind, but Kim waved her away. He didn't want to hear anything. Kim was sobbing, his cute young face was covered in tears and completely red, and his hair was tousled so much because the boy ruffled it with his hands. Jonghyong looked at him with eyes, full of guilt, and just shook his head.
"Forgive me…" was the only thing, that he said to his brother before leaving the house, intending to never go back. His "out of the closet" in front of his family didn't end well, as Kim had expected himself, but he never thought, that he would hear this from his father.
"If you don't come to your senses, I will deprive you of my blessing and protection. Do you have any idea, what kind of nonsense you're talking right now?! Do you understand, which the shame you would bring to your family if anyone found out about this?!" Kim-senior nodded at his son, then looked at Park himself, who, no matter how much junior tried to dissuade him, walked into parent's house with him, bowed politely, and remained silent until recently. But as soon as he heard Ajossi's words, Park broke down.
"Ajossi," Jungsuk bowed again to his boyfriend's father and stayed in that position for a while, then raised his head and looked the man in the eye, causing thick black eyebrows of man to shoot up, as if he wasn't expecting it of this child.
"I understand, how You feel right now."
"Don't interfere, child. I don't know, why you came here at all. I don't think, that you can understand any of what, that I just said."
"With all due respect, I understand," Park continued, to look the man in the eye, "my parents weren't happy about this news either. But that's life. These things happen. We are not sick and spoiled. We," Jungsuk moved closer to Jonghyong, watching, as he struggled to contain himself, blushing and panting, but remained silent under the heavy gaze of his own father, "we are just us. We will not stop being Your children, we will not stop respecting and loving You, just because we are different from the majority. But this is who we are. It can't be cured or fixed. It is simply unfair, if people, like us, will hide this even from their own parents, because it is the family that is the main support and support of any person. If your family turns on you, then… what will you have left? We shouldn't treat each other like this. It's just… not fair."
"Jungsuk," Jonghyong suddenly spoke up, taking Park's hand and squeezing it so hard, that senior winced, "wait for me outside."
"But…" Jungsuk didn't understand his boyfriend's sudden change of mood, but as soon as he saw the fire, burning in maknae's eyes, felt the shiver, that washed over him, when Jonghyong squeezed his hand, he nodded and bowed again, and went outside to join Jonghyong's motorbike.
Jungsuk couldn't hear the conversation itself, but he could tell from the screams, that nothing good had come of it, when Jonghyong started walking towards him, blazing with anger, and his mother and brother were joined on the doorstep by their enraged father, "If you leave now, don't come back any more! I would rather die, but will never accept such a son. Never!"
Jonghyong paused for a moment, and for a second Jungsuk thought, that he would return to the house under the weight of a relative's anger. A single tear rolled down his cheek, but maknae brushed it away with his hand, as he got on his bike.
"Let's get out of here."
"Jonghyong, what about your family?" Jungsuk looked at the house: at the crying mother, hugging her youngest son, at the sobbing Kim, who was holding out his hands to his brother, begging him not to leave him alone, at the blushing father, who was just enraged by his eldest son's antics.
"I don't have a family anymore. Are you drive or not?!" he turned around, nodding toward his bike, and Jungsuk took a deep breath, sat down behind Kim, put an arm around his waist, and they took off so fast, that Park was afraid of the prospect of being smeared on the road.
And now, after some time of frantic driving Jonghyong stopped in a dark alley, startling Park with his sudden braking, got off the bike and began to pound his fists against the nearest brick wall, spewing curses one after another. Jungsuk tried to stop him, but junior didn't listen and elbowed him away whenever senior got close. It was not possible to shout because the time was already late, and there was a risk of waking up all the people, living in the area. Jungsuk was tired of watching, how his boyfriend's fists turn into shapeless chunks of bloody meat. Just a little more and the dust will fly from the bones, that is erased on the brick.
"Jonghyong. Enough, enough, you'll break your bones!" Jungsuk hissed in a loud whisper, lunging at Jonghyong from behind and grabbing both of his hands, pulling him forcefully away from the wall. Jonghyong struggled against Hyong's grip, stifling a cry, his chest heaving, his heart beating like crazy, his hair sweating, and sticky blood trickling down his knuckles to his wrists, staining the snow-white sleeves of other's coat.
"Fuck off, Jungsuk, leave me now!" Jonghyong continued to tear, not controlling the surge of emotions and forces, that covered him in an avalanche. He was nervous for several days, then decided to tell his parents, that he had been dating Jungsuk for more than a year. His head was spinning, as he tried to come up with a constructive monologue, intended for his family. Jungsuk supported him as much, as he could, telling him, that everything would be fine, that they would manage together, even if the consequences were disappointing. Jonghyong knew, that his father was not tolerant and didn't particularly encourage his son when it came to personal matters, but he didn't think, that it would end like this. He did not regret his decision at all, he was tired of constantly dancing to others' tunes. He had enough of his own problems, which he had struggled with for years and years, and now, thanks to Jungsuk, maknae was able to contain his fears, control his phobias, and get rid of the panic attacks and uncontrollable anger. But today the cup of his patience with his own father overflowed and overflowed, and Jonghyong snapped. He had no intention of going home, even though he saw, how much his younger brother was crying. Kim only regretted that left him alone, but nothing else. But the anger and rage, that he had been holding, back for a long time burst out, and the seizure did not want to back down. It felt like he could have rolled a mountain with his bare hands, the adrenaline was so strong, and he was so angry, he hated the whole unfair world around him so much, and Jungsuk was in his way, holding back the impulse.
Jungsuk could have sworn, that he saw, how the familiar black color of pupils turn red, as Jonghyong broke free of his grip and spun around to face him. Park got into a fight with a hungry and angry predator and realized, that affection and support will not play any role now. Can only respond to force with force. So, when Jonghyong's next attack came, Park deftly dodged and hit junior right on the cheekbone, causing him to stagger back a few steps, not expecting the senior's reaction. Both guys were running wild with adrenaline, unable to quench their thirst with normal conversation. Jungsuk prepared for a fight, even though he didn't want to hurt his boyfriend.
"Calm down, or I suplex you up so, that you won't be able to get out of bed for a few days," Jungsuk didn't recognize his own voice, so angry and desperate at the same time. Other's rage was transmitted to him, growing inside, covering his with a head, entwining, enveloping him with its prehensile paws.
Jonghyong suddenly froze in place with his back to the brick wall, still breathing heavily and raggedly, and Park advanced on him until the younger guy was pressed into the brick surface, painfully pressing his shoulder blades and the back of his head.
"You know, what I'm capable of," he hissed and saw, how a fleeting shadow of fear crossed maknae's gaze, overriding his anger, leaving a small, helpless animal instead of an angry, snapping predator. "You need to pull yourself together, Jonghyong. If you don't, you will destroy not only yourself but me along with you. I told you," Jungsuk leaned in close to maknae's ear, feeling the other's body tremble at his proximity, either out of fear or a burst of adrenaline in front of the other's power, "that I would never hurt you if you didn't ask me to. I will never let myself snap again. I will always be there for you. Today is no different from any other day. Just ask me, and I'll help you. We always talk to each other, Jonghyong. So tell me, how to help you," Jungsuk cupped his hand lightly around Jonghyong's throat, running his fingers over the pale skin, feeling, how the adam's apple twitch beneath them. "You're not alone. You won't have to deal with this alone anymore."
Jungsuk forgot when the last time he had seen such a violent reaction from Jonghyong. To have the junior's anger so strong, so strong that he was ready to throw himself into a fight with anyone, even him. But as soon as the senior pushed a little harder, the protective barrier inside maknae collapsed, giving way to the usual submissiveness. Park knew, that only with him Jonghyong could be this kind, only he could control his anger, only he could control the panic at the bottom of his brown eyes, whereas another man Jonghyong would have broken his nose long ago without any talking. It would only more be provoked make junior. But not with Jungsuk. With Jungsuk Jonghyong changed in the blink of an eye, and sometimes senior was afraid of such changes, especially, when he realized, that he was aroused just by looking at the lowered head, the guilty eyes from under the dark bangs, the pink quivering lips, and the trembling in other's body. The power over Jonghyong liberated Jungsuk, made him fearless and all-powerful. He felt, that possessed junior completely at such moments, and it stirred his mind so much, that everything inside exploded, like a hundred atomic bombs.
Jonghyong suddenly wrapped his arms around Jungsuk's wrists, pulling him to himself, and sank his blood-bitten lips into senior's, thrusting his tongue between them, colliding with senior in an unrestrained struggle. It wasn't just a kiss, It was a call for help. Junior was so desperate to release his emotions and release himself, that he didn't know, how to handle it. The duel with the wall did nothing, only made him angrier, and the blood on his own hands became like a lowered flag for the starting point. Only senior's voice, his closeness, his power could close the gears in Jonghyong's brain so, that for a while the rage receded, giving way to the usual reaction. Jonghyong reached out with blood-red hands to senior's trousers, spreading the coat tails to the sides, not breaking the kiss, obediently exposing his lips and tongue to other's teeth, and undid the button and zipper, slightly lowering it down.
"Jonghyong…" Jungsuk pulled away from the younger guy a little, watching, how he frantically perform the same manipulations with his own pants, pulling down along with his boxers, exposing a hard-standing member, risen who knows when. "What are you doing?"
It was one of the stupidest questions, which Park could ask at the moment. He knows perfectly, what Kim was going to do when he digs into his mouth. But Jungsuk was thinking of, cooling down maknae a little, bringing him home and only after careful preparation, as always, helping him cope in the way, that he was used to. Park was already imagining pictures of, what he would do with maknae, how he would obediently put himself under his hands, and, perhaps, not just his hands, how he would moan loudly and long and cum over and over again from senior's cock inside. All these mental images sent a rush of excitement through his body, and he felt, how his cock slowly woke up, showing signs of life. But that, what Jonghyong was going to do right now, was not in senior's plans. The crowded, uncovered place, the dirty brick walls, the dumpster a few steps away, the broken glass on the ground, the cold, biting wind, that promised the prospect of freezing eggs, the lack of basic personal hygiene – all this did not correspond to, what junior was going to do.
"Just shut up and help me. That's what you wanted, right? Help me," Jonghyong bared Park's cock after his own, and senior immediately hissed at the rush of cold air, that washed over the hot flesh. In such conditions, he may not get up at all. But junior didn't want to listen to anything and wrapped his hand around both organs, completely forgetting, that the knuckles were still sprinkled with red blood, fresh, thinning tart-sweet smell, mixed with the frosty air and notes of vulgar dirty excitement.
"You're being unreasonable, aish…" he hissed again, as a large hand slid down the length of his trunk, pushing it against the other's, giving him warmth, that made his erection grow willy-nilly, and the first cloudy drop appeared on the red head.
"I would have been unwise if I'd asked you to fuck me right here on my bike or near this wall, but I didn't," he whispered in Hyong's ear, feeling, how the pulse in his palm sent sparks of fire all over his body, making his brain gradually disconnect from the other's proximity, forgetting, what he was so angry about just moments ago. Only he and Jungsuk were left.
"You can't imagine, how much I want this," he said, moving his hand quickly, hard and with a pull, thank god easy to hold both barrels with his long fingers. Jungsuk groaned and leaned into maknae's hand, biting his lip and rolling his eyes, even as his brain was still feverishly processing the consequences. At home will have to try hard to wash theirself of dirt, blood, semen, carry out disinfection prevention, maybe, even drink anti-infectious, because Jonghyong did not think about it at all right now. And Pak shouldn't have. So he wrapped his hand around maknae's, feeling the wetness of the red liquid on its surface, savoring the smell of blood and sex on his tongue, and began to squeeze even harder, bringing it to the edge. Jonghyong was moaning in his ear, moving his hips towards him, and suddenly Park heard a click, that made him open his eyes.
"Please…" Jonghyong loosened his fist a little, slowing down, holding the butterfly-knife blade near his neck with his free hand. "I need this, please, Jungsuk. I beg you."
Park has played with Jonghyong with knives more than once. Blake-Hyong was an excellent teacher. Jungsuk felt more confident each time, holding the blade in his hand, running it lightly from his cheek, down his neck, down to junior's nipples, one of the most sensitive areas on his body, quickly and carefully slashing the skin right next to the halo so, as to leave a slight cut, but not too much damage. Small and shallow stripes also decorated the ribs and inner parts of Jonghyong's thighs, sometimes Jungsuk pressed the blade to the neck, pressing, but not damaging the skin while jerking off junior, and he cum with a loud moan so violently and strongly, that it is difficult to imagine.
Park gripped the handle of the knife, pressing it slightly against Jonghyong's neck next to the adam's apple, trying to avoid the large veins. He knew, that the knife was not sharpened and could not have damaged the maknae's skin. This was just another psychological move so, that junior could reach the point of no return, that he was aiming for right now. Still, Jungsuk didn't want to take any chances.
The other's hand moved faster, the moans became more frequent and louder. Jonghyong didn't take his eyes off Jungsuk's, jerking off the two of them, as if he wanted to grind their skin to powder. Park felt pain without extra lubrication, his skin tingling and twitching, causing unpleasant sensations to the now sensitive organ, but the sight of Jonghyong in front of him overshadowed all reason. The pain only pushed them further into a frenzy, that both guys fell into together, holding hands, not going to let go. Jonghyong rolled his eyes, tilting his head back a little, to give better access, and pressed the knife blade, that Jungsuk held against his neck, harder with his free hand, and cum, soiling his hand, his leather jacket, his trousers, and Park's palm, mixing the cum with his own blood, which was already drying on the outside of his hands. Park overtakes him after a couple of jerky movements and depraved moans, mixed with junior's breath in his ear, cum and biting the edge of palm so, as not to break into a cry of pleasure. The blackness of other's eyes stared straight at him, and Park glared his teeth into other's lips, feeling, how the semen still oozing out of the reddened sensitive head. He took napkins from the inside pocket of his coat, which now clearly needed cleaning, and put the knife away. For a second his gaze caught on the small strip on Jonghyong's neck, as he cleaned himself and him of the marks of their fall.
"Damn!" Jungsuk forcefully turned maknae's head to the side, immediately instinctively applying a clean cloth to the wound on his neck. "Jonghyong, forgive, I didn't mean to. This…"
"It's okay," Jonghyong put his hand on top of Park's, feeling the warmth, where the skin was grazed. Just before the climax, Kim clung to Hyong's hand so tightly, that even the blunt blade left a small, barely noticeable mark on the tender skin, but it was enough, that to make Park afraid.
"Are you okay?!" Jungsuk looked at the small wound on the other's neck again. The cut was small, barely ripping through the top layer of the epidermis, leaving a pink mark, but it still bothered him. He didn't even notice when Jonghyong did it. Senior lost control again.
"It's okay, Hyong," the usual brown eyes returned, and a snade smile flickered across junior's lips. "But I'd like to go home and finish that, what we started if you don't mind."
Jungsuk let out a growl in his throat.
"You're too talkative today."
Jonghyong just shrugged. The cold washed over the body of Jungsuk again, as the adrenaline receded, but the still-sensitive flesh in his pants twitched at maknae's suggestion. Jungsuk jumped on the bike next to Jonghyong, and the younger guy deliberately rubbed his butt against his groin.
"If you do this again, I can't guarantee your safety at the wheel, Jonghyong. And mine too. Be a good boy and take us home," Jungsuk bit the back of maknae's head, and received a very impressive groan in response.
Later, in the bathroom Park was banging Jonghyong against the wall, wringing his hands behind his back, biting his neck, shoulders, and shoulder blades, leaving teeth marks in the form of peculiar marks, that would adorn maknae's fair skin for several days, proving, that he belonged to Jungsuk. Senior was furiously hammering into Kim's pre-stretched, oiled, prepared anus, watching, how the red head of his cock disappear inside, listening to the slapping sounds of his own balls against junior's skin, enjoying the red bruises, blooming on Jonghyong's buttocks, thighs, and ribs from the marks of his neatly trimmed fingernails. Kim moaned and screamed with each new deep thrust, each injury, throwing his head back, obediently exposing his neck and the back of his body, not fearing a blow from the back. Jungsuk pinched his adam's apple, pressing down, cutting off the oxygen, making the younger guy teeter on the edge of choking and coming to orgasm. Jungsuk jerked off to junior, trying to keep up with his own movements, cursing, when he lost the rhythm. He lifted Jonghyong's leg, and it rested against the side of the booth, opening him even more, even wider. Jungsuk fucked him mercilessly and hard, and Kim had colored circles floating in front of his eyes, his hands sliding on the tiles in an attempt to grab at something, tubes of makeup falling to the floor, when he touched them with his hand, water whipping both of them on the back, adding to the thrill. Park could barely see from the water, droplets blurring his eyes, but he continued to enter deep and fast, until he felt, that the walls of other's anus squeezing him so hard, that it hurt. He never finished before junior, at first, he tried to please him, restraining himself to the point of gnashing his teeth. And now, when he literally heard maknae's scream, felt, how his legs tremble, felt, how he clench him inside, he was able to let go himself and cum after him, pouring into the condom, painfully squeezing the reddened buttocks and pulling junior's head by the hair, biting into the skin of the neck.
"He never supported me," Jonghyong said almost in a whisper, as he lay next to Jungsuk in their bedroom. "My father was never on my side. Always been against my ideas, no matter what I suggested. Always did the opposite. It feels like he's been hating me since I was born. But I've never been able to figure out why. I tried to be a good son, an exemplary brother. Why is he doing this to me?"
Jungsuk felt a stab of pain right in his heart when he heard these words. Jonghyong was relaxed and limp after orgasm and a shower. His anger had receded, and now it was time for self-torture.
"Jonghyong-e, it's not your fault. Believe me. It's just… not all people are ready to accept that, what you want them to see. Each person has their own inner world, which is many times different from yours. If someone can't agree with your choices and judgments, it doesn't mean, that you're wrong. It's just that you have different paths with this person. A different way of thinking. Different points of view."
"But he's my father, damn it!" Jonghyong abruptly rose from the warm seat next to Jungsuk and stared straight at him. "How could he reject me, just because I chose a guy as my partner? What right did he have to judge my choice? I'm an adult, damn it! I'm a man! And I have the right to make my own decisions about, who to date, live with, or fuck. So what the fuck?!"
"Jonghyong-e," said Jungsuk, standing up and gently taking the younger guy's bandaged hands, "as you said yourself, you are an adult and can make your own decisions. But, unfortunately, sometimes we have to deal with the consequences of these decisions. And they are not always as rosy, as we would like them to be. Family is the most important and precious thing, that we have. But you really only have to make these decisions yourself. Either submit or fight. There is no other way out. It's cruel, it's unfair, it's wrong. But there is no other way. You must be prepared for the fact, that your father may never accept that, what you have chosen. He'll never agree with you. Will never support you. But he will still be your father. And this is the most important thing. So the decision is up to you."
"I'm not going to give up, what we have," Jonghyong blurted out faster than he should have, because he was afraid, that Park was trying to talk him out of it. "Just…"
"You don't really know, what to do right now, right?" Park smiled and patted the younger guy on the head, as he nodded in embarrassment. Jonghyong decided in the heat of anger and rage, under the surge of emotions and adrenaline rush. And now the consequences are rolling in. For example, how junior will pay for further studies, what he will live on, what to eat, where he will spend the night, leaving his home literally in his boxers.
"Yes, it looks much cooler in the movies, right?" Jonghyong scratched the back of his head, chuckling, as he realized, that it would take a lot of brainwork.
Jungsuk laughed, pulling the younger guy back, to where he was a moment ago.
"I'd advise you to get some sleep now. It's pretty hard to think about the sublime, after you've been fucked to the point of looking, like a half-dead carcass."
"Aigoo, Hyong!" Jonghyong punched Park in the shoulder, but then he heard another burst of laughter.
He will have a lot to think about, perhaps, even overstep his pride and principles. The path will not be easy. But life itself isn't easy, is it?
South Korea 2020
"Hyong, I already told you, that you're crazy, and this is the worst idea, that ever crossed your mind?!"
"If you don't shut up right now, I'll throw you out of a plane," Jungsuk tried to be serious, but the tongue of maknae, which he showed to senior, to hide their fear and embarrassment, have not left indifferent, why Park giggled almost immediately and took junior's hand, feeling a vice-like grip in response.
Several weeks had passed since Jonghyong's argument with his parents, and Jungsuk still felt junior's fear of an independent future. That night, as it turned out, Jonghyong couldn't sleep. He got out of bed, after making sure, that his boyfriend was sleeping peacefully, burrowed in the pillow, and began to wander around others' apartments like a ghost. Mind was racing. What should he do next? He left his parent's house, left his younger brother, and had no money, except for the small account, that his mother had opened for him in secret from his father, and which would not last long. Also, Jonghyong did not present his future plan. He'd been so sure of himself when he'd walked out of his own house, but now that confidence had evaporated, leaving behind burned bridges and a fear of the unknown. The struggle with himself was haunted. Jonghyong entered the second room carefully so, as not to wake his senior, and sat down on a small sofa. His head was racing, and Kim didn't notice, how fell into a restless sleep, and in the morning Jungsuk found him on the same sofa, scared, sleepy, with wild eyes and heavy breathing.
"You scared me!" Jungsuk sat down on the floor at Jonghyong's feet, taking рis hand. "I woke up, and you weren't there. I thought, that you were gone."
"No," Jonghyong touched Jungsuk's silver hair, and senior closed his eyes, letting the simple caress take its place. "I just couldn't sleep. Thought. And it looks like couldn't stand it," Kim chuckled, looking down at himself.
"What were you thinking?" Jungsuk asked, without opening his eyes.
"What should I do next. Hyong, I have no money, no job, nothing. I haven't even graduated from uni yet. I don't know, what to do next. I guess I'll have to drop out of the study."
"What?!" Jungsuk's eyes snapped open, and he grabbed junior's hands, coming to his senses, only when he heard maknae's stifled hiss. "Sorry," Park said, stroking the bandages on the younger guy's arms with his small fingers. "Jonghyong, listen, you can't drop out of uni. You've done too much, to pass the exams, lecturers are happy with you, you're doing well. If you leave everything now, it will be very difficult to recover."
"I don't want to recover. You know, I never wanted to go to medical. But I don't have the financial means to enter the fine arts, despite the fact, that my father's oppression doesn't stand in my way now," Jonghyong chuckled at the injustice. Finally, he was free of the authority of others and seemed to be able to do, whatever he wanted. But that was not the case.
"I can help you. You have all the chances to enter the budget. You're a smart guy, Jonghyong. I will help you and train you, if necessary. As for finances, I have money."
"Hyong!" Jonghyong pulled hands away from Jungsuk's hands as if he'd been burned. "Are you suggesting me become an alphonse?!"
"You've been watching much more stupid movies, Jonghyong-e," Jungsuk smiled and sat down next to maknae on the couch. "You have every chance to get into fine arts if you talk to the lectores. With your abilities and brilliant work, I'm sure, you'll be given a chance. Back to the question of money, yes, I have money, and yes, I can support you, until you find a solution to this problem. I'm not asking you to live off me, I'm just giving you a perpetual loan if you can call it that. I also give you a place to live, because you don't have a place to live. And I hope, that my apartment will meet your standards," Jungsuk pretended to look down at the floor and heard junior's groan of defeat.
"This is the worst cohabitation offer, that I've ever heard, Hyong."
"And you what, many offered?"
"Aish!" Jonghyong buried his face in the pillow, feeling, how his cheeks burn.
"Jonghyong, I'm serious," Jungsuk gently pushed the pillow aside so, that he could see maknae's face. "Of course, it's not particularly romantic, and no one says, that it will be easy, but you have to admit, our relationship is far from romantic and was not easy from the very beginning," Jungsuk suddenly ran a finger along junior's bare thigh, and maknae shivered slightly, carefully watching senior's actions. "I'm offering you a way out. We have already said, that we are partners. We talk to each other. We listen to each other. I'm giving you an option. It's up to you," Hyong's voice was as serious, as it could be, but the fingers, that continued to idly stroke Jonghyong's thighs and ankles, made it difficult to concentrate, sending a wave of pleasant goosebumps through his still-sleepy body. Jonghyong gritted his teeth, trying to pull himself together, but it wasn't working. Park was acting, like a cobra, to him, because his brown eyes were currently mesmerizing, and his hands were putting him in a kind of trance, forcing him to disconnect from reality. Jonghyong noticed the playful grin on senior's lips and decided to give in, although he didn't particularly like this kind of entertainment in the morning, despite the natural needs of the body in the form of a boner under the thin fabric of pajama pants if only because the need to visit the bathroom tipped the scales against the prospect of being caressed by his boyfriend. Whenever Jonghyong imagined, how Hyong kissed him, while junior hadn't even brushed his teeth yet, he felt sick to his stomach. But Jungsuk teased him, and Jonghyong couldn't stay indifferent. Straddling Park's thighs, he leaned right into Jungsuk's ear and breathed hotly into it, "If You will allow me to use the perpetual loan, Mr. Park, I will be immensely grateful. I'm only concerned about one thing. This is usually implied in the small print at the very end of the contract."
Jungsuk exhaled, cupping the rounded buttocks of maknae with the heavy, but carefully, because he knew, that junior would not be happy with being rude in the morning after a stormy evening the previous day. Jonghyong deliberately rubbed his fifth point against his groin, which made his cock wake up and stretch sweetly. This child was his real punishment.
"What is it?" Jungsuk asked in a hoarse voice, savoring the taste of the skin of other's neck, running his tongue over it.
"Intimate services are included in the mandatory list, or can I count on Your decency?"
"Aigoo!" Jungsuk cursed, as Jonghyong jumped off his lap with a laugh and ran towards the bathroom. "You are repugnant!" the next second a smile touched his lips. He was glad, that he could make Jonghyong laugh for a moment, after all, that had happened.
Once in the bathroom, Jonghyong turned his face to the cool water, feeling, how his heart thumps deep in his chest, his entire body goosebumps, and a huge balloon growing inside. It wasn't the excitement or the cold. Jonghyong felt strange. He couldn't explain, what this aching feeling was, but he knew, that he definitely liked it. Jungsuk was ready to support any decision, that he made, ready to help, ready to risk everything, to be there for him, no matter what Jonghyong did. Kim didn't know, how to repay senior for this. He felt so many things at once, and he wanted to say it to Hyong, but he didn't know how couldn't find the right words, couldn't express, what he felt for him. Saying "I love you" is not as difficult, as it may seem. The fact is, that Jonghyong felt for Jungsuk much more than just the usual chemical process of the body, based on the interaction of estrogen and testosterone, resulting in the production of three neurotransmitters, responsible for attraction: adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin. Jonghyong felt more for Jungsuk than he had ever felt in his entire fucking life. Much more, than received in the room of his ex-Master. So he didn't know, how to express it in the limited vocabulary, that his parents had given him during his training.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Jonghyong put his face under the shower again, washing off the salty drops with cool water. Too many things were coming at him at once and from all sides. But Jonghyong can handle it. He should be able to handle it. He will prove to Jungsuk, that he is worthy of him. He will prove, that he is worthy of such a wonderful person, as Park Jungsuk.
Jonghyong was shaking like a fever when Park introduced him to his parents and brother. He even forgot, that he was in New York, the city, which he had so longed to visit, forgot, that Jungsuk had finally fulfilled his promise and brought him here.
Park's parents turned out to be nice people, they accepted Jonghyong as their own son, despite Jungsuk's story about, how much he had once quarreled with them, telling them about his orientation. Tears of gratitude welled up in eyes, when Jonghyong saw, how warm and awed mother of his boyfriend was looking at him, how respectfully senior's father treated him, which his own never did, even the teasing of Hyong's brother could not overshadow the raging joy, that Jonghyong was feeling right now. He felt, that he was accepted. Felt like belonged in another's family, which never felt in own. Jungsuk gave him a tour of the city, taking him to places, that he had visited since the videos, which he had sent him a year ago. Jonghyong was suffocating from an overabundance of emotions, he wanted to reflect everything, that he saw, on paper, so much of everything he felt, although he had never been a sucker for such objects, preferring to paint landscapes. Still, in the heat of his admiration, Kim made a couple of sketches, drawing them in pencil on small pieces of paper, that Park had kindly provided.
"I knew, you'd need it," Jungsuk smiled, and Kim was ready to kiss him in the middle of a crowded street for his quick wit and ability to anticipate and literally read junior.
Park has molested him. He didn't care, that they were in his parent's house. Whenever possible Jungsuk would pester him, and junior couldn't deny, that the adrenaline, pumping through him from, what he'd been through, didn't stir his blood either. But when he thought about the fact, that Jungsuk's older brother was sleeping behind the next wall of them, and Hyong's parents were in the living room or their bedroom, his insides twisted with fear.
"Hyong, stop it!" Jonghyong hissed in a loud whisper at the next attempt by Jungsuk. Senior lay at his side, stroking junior's nipple area, the pale skin around the navel, the scars on the pelvic bones, the inflated thighs, circling dangerously close to the groin area. Hyong's hair was still wet from the shower, and all, he was wearing, was a towel, wrapped around his thighs. Droplets of water trickled down his temples, pink lips were even more plump and red after taking a bath, and the pads of his fingers were steamed, which made them a little rough, so each time they sent a bunch of goosebumps over the sensitive body. Jonghyong took a shower long before Hyong and was about to go to bed honestly. The stay in the house of senior's parents this time promised to be short, and junior even got a little upset. But they had to take the flight earlier, than usual, because Jonghyong had to solve the issue of changing the faculty. They needed to get up early in the morning, and seniors' manipulations now absolutely do not contribute to a quiet rest. But Jonghyong, no matter how much he resisted, was tired of pushing Hyong away because he was pining for the lack of other's intimacy. Who would have thought just a little over a year ago, that Kim would almost whimper with the desire to get other's cock in his ass because he was afraid to feel just the usual touch of a man's hands on him. But Jungsuk broke him and then revived. Jonghyong wasn't afraid of him, at least, not when senior didn't want to be.
"Aish! Why not?!" Jungsuk nibbled at the younger man's earlobe, listening to his half-hearted protests, feeling the other's body, as if it were his own. Kim's words didn't match his reactions at all. His sensitive nipples were swollen and red, the forehead was covered with perspiration, lips parted in ragged little gasps, lashes quivered, and his body gave in to Hyong's caressing hands. Jonghyong wanted him. Just as much, as Jungsuk himself.
"You have no conscience at all, Hyong. We're in your… aish… parent's house," Jonghyong's voice broke as a small, neat hand wrapped around his cock in a tight ring, immediately moving to the head, shifting the foreskin, causing a drop of lubricant to appear on the top. Jungsuk licked his lips, wanting to lick them with his tongue and taste the spice of others' secretions. Taking a deep breath next to Jonghyong's neck, Park rolled his eyes and groaned, soaking up junior's scent, mixed with the shower soap, which he used.
"You're right," the hand moved slowly and lazily, but Jonghyong was almost choking on the simple caress, "I guess, I missed the day at school, when gave out this quality," Jungsuk reached for the nightstand next to the bed and took out the lube and condom tape in the compartment with something else special, that he safely put there immediately after arriving at his parent's house.
"Hyong…" Jonghyong tried to resist, but when a wet, lube-soaked finger touched his clenched anus, he bit his lip, to keep from making an embarrassing moan.
"You know, how much I love listening to your voice," Jungsuk tried to gently push the phalanx into the undeveloped passageway, because the last time, when they had sex, was about a week ago, and now maknae would be in pain anyway, "but not this time, unfortunately. Hold it between your teeth."
Jonghyong gasped either in surprise or outrage, when he saw in Jungsuk's hand… the silk red panties, that he bought him not so long ago, when realized, that he really liked to see something like this on his boyfriend's ass. Jungsuk took the thing with him along with everything else, because he hoped, that the opportunity would come. The feeling of being forbidden, when they could have sex in his parent's house, made the blood in his veins boil, as if at the highest point.
"Come on, Jonghyong-e. Do me a pleasantly. Open your mouth," Jungsuk swung the red piece of cloth next to Jonghyong's face, and the latter stared at him in fascination, unable to look away. After a moment the mouth opened of its own accord, allowing the other hand to literally push the panties inside, completely blocking the ability to speak.
"Good boy."
Jonghyong let out a sigh at the slight praise. He was always sensitive to this sort of thing from Hyong.
Jungsuk moved his fingers slowly and carefully, sparing no effort to pour out the lube whenever encountered another resistance. Jonghyong instinctively moved away from the bursting and stretching feeling inside, squeezing the fabric between his teeth harder, blushing all over with tension, sweating, and feeling the dampness on his cheeks. Jungsuk whispered words of comfort, licking salty tears, nibbling on his chin, running his free hand over every scar on maknae's body, showering praise every time, when another phalanx sank deeper without hindrance.
Every push felt like a piston was being pushed against Jonghyong. It wasn't really that easy to reach the right angle right away, by touching the prostate. Because of this Jungsuk changed the angle of penetration every time, noticing the slightest change in Jonghyong's face. Throwing junior's legs over his shoulders, Jungsuk descended lower as soon, as he heard a moan of pleasure, not pain, that was buried in the cloth between teeth. Jonghyong threw back his head, rolled his eyes, and dug his short nails into Jungsuk's shoulders, swinging his hips. Park smiled and started moving when he realized, that was on the right track. Jonghyong's cheeks were swollen from the inability to moan and let out air now, his cock was rubbing against senior's stomach, smearing lube, bringing sharp, slightly painful sensations, his hips were clenching, trying to drive other's trunk deeper, his back was bending at a seemingly impossible angle. Jonghyong wanted to moan out loud, wanted to let Hyong know, how good he was with him, but he couldn't do anything. The cloth, tightly lodged in the throat, pressed uncomfortably on the tongue, the teeth drove disgustingly through the silk material, causing goosebumps, but precise blows to the prostate covered the discomfort. Jungsuk's moans and mutterings were the best rewards for Jonghyong. The smell of sweat, mixed with sex, clogged his nostrils, senior's slick skin glowed in the nightlight, his silver hair swayed in time with Park's thrusts, beads of sweat fell from his face onto the younger man's jawline and neck, and Jonghyong would have given anything, that to lick them off with his tongue. The gleam of his blackened eyes was drawing him into a deep whirlpool, and he didn't want to resist at all. He fell as deep, as he could, letting Hyong lead.
"Jonghyong-e…" Jungsuk gasped out junior's name, as he cum without any additional hand stimulation, and bit his neck, feeling, how the cum flooded his stomach, trickling down to his groin. Park kept moving, as Jonghyong pulled him even closer as if trying to push him into himself. Senior grabbed Kim by the hair and pulled him hard to the side, still biting into the soft skin, drunk from the languid exhalations and hot embraces of the inner walls of Jonghyong. Jungsuk cum after a few jerky thrusts, flexing his toes, exploding from the inside, and his moan was drowned out in the curve of maknae's neck.
"Jonghyong-e, I love you," Jungsuk almost whispered into junior's neck, running his tongue frantically over the bite, panting, unable to control his feelings.
Jonghyong realized that was crying. Tears streamed madly from his eyes, trickling down his temples, soaking into the bed. He could feel the trembling of Jungsuk in every cell of his warmed body, hear his labored breathing, still feel the throb of other's cock inside him.
"Jonghyong-e!" Jungsuk released maknae's mouth and began to kiss his face as soon, as he saw, that junior was bursting into tears and trembling under him, unable to utter a word. "Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?"
Jungsuk tried to look into maknae's eyes, but he closed them, shaking his head and breathing hard. His mouth felt dry and unpleasant after the silk cloth, but that didn't bother him right now. The words, spoken by Hyong, hit the heart, causing it to bleed insanely. Jonghyong couldn't control his emotions, clutching at Hyong, like a lifeline.
"Hyong… Hyong…" Jonghyong mumbled and mumbled, unable to connect two words, except one.
"I love you, Jonghyong-e. I love you," Jungsuk continued to whisper, gradually realizing, what caused the younger man's attack. He kissed his face, salty from crying, still inside, holding his whole body in his hands.
"Hyong… I… I…" Jonghyong dared to open his eyes and meet the gaze of the brown iris.
"I know," Jungsuk kissed Kim deeply and with feeling as if trying to put the meaning of those three words into his actions. He knew, felt, that Jonghyong loved him too. He didn't have to say anything. The extent of his trust, which grew wider and stronger each time, spoke for itself. Jungsuk was the only man, which Jonghyong had ever let get this close to him: to his body, but more importantly, to his mind. Jungsuk literally breathed him. Felt him like himself. Heard without words. Understood without action. Caught every detail. And Jonghyong tried to do the same, each time igniting something inside Park, that no one had ever managed before – his real self.
They stayed up the rest of the night, constantly touching each other, absorbing each other, listening to each other. The recognition of Park opened a new rift between them, raised to the next level, allowed to open the next door. Jungsuk didn't regret, that saying those words at all. Jonghyong felt strange but pleased to hear the senior's revelation. They both found themselves once again facing another obstacle, along with many others, that have yet to be overcome. But together they can do it. After all, they had already come so far. And they will be able to go on, falling and stumbling, but giving each other a hand in an attempt to continue the planned path. After all, the road, that you tread throughout your life, is never easy, right? Having overcome one mountain, another will always follow it.