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The proximity alone excited Min-a to no end. He finally felt pleasure and pressure at the same time and in all the right places. All the things he read and heard about what intimacy was supposed to feel like were happening right now. As Seung-ho’s breath quickened, Min-a felt his cock getting more aroused, and his body responding to the electric charge between them. Finally meeting his piercing, icy gaze, he felt a surge of adrenaline. “Kiss me,” the tempting words stumbled from his mouth before he could stop them. These words barely left Seo Min-a’s mouth when Kwan Seung-ho's lips came crashing into his. For the first few seconds, it was just them savoring the taste of each other's lips and nothing more. No lip movement, only a deep sensual hold between both lips. Slowly, Seung-ho started to move his lips, leading the kiss in the direction of hot pleasure. All his infatuation with the man in front of him tasted exactly like he thought he would. His vanilla scent sent
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The night didn’t go as Min-a originally planned at all. First, he didn’t find a hot enough chick for the private Red carpet. Second, he didn’t party hard with his friends as they did on New Year's Eve. Hell, he barely saw Ji Won and Inn Woo seemed to be all over the place, probably high on some “aesthetically pleasing pill” as he always referred to them. “You want to go home now? The party hasn't even started yet. I’m not the party type and I might not know how it works. But this is like the pre-celebratory phase, right?” Seung-ho asked, unsure whether he was making sense. “That sounds more like their problem, not mine. Take me home. I don't want to ask you again,” Min-a's voice dripped with annoyance. “Whoa, whoa, didn’t realize you were an angry drunk.” Seung-ho drawled, attempting to diffuse the tension with sarcasm. “And I took you for a non-conversationalist, but here we are, talking when you should be taking me home” Min-a grunted to himself. “Non-conversationalist is
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Min-a kept his eyes closed until the car came to a halt, then moved again after a few seconds of waiting. From the beeping sound, he could tell they were in Seung-ho's garage already. The nerves that pooled into the pit of his stomach kept him fixed on the car seat, feigning to be asleep. Min-a heard the car door open and close. Soon, the door on his side was opened. Seung-ho unhooked his seat belt and attempted to carry him out bridal style. “Don’t you fucking dare…” Min-a growled, his eyes peeking open to see a startled Seung-ho. “Don’t be a big baby, you are drunk and probably tired…” the older man teased, nudging his knees. Min-a moved farther into the car impulsively, almost sitting on the gear stick. “I’m not going to carry you to my bed and dominate you...I only want to save your gummy stick legs.” Seung-ho smiled at Min-a, who then slowly approached sitting back on the passenger chair. Seung-ho at this point was squatting on his knees because his height didn’t
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“If you are waiting for me to back down, you might grow another strand of gray hair,” Min-a sneered. Seung-ho gasped in shock at the comment, he didn't take Min-a for someone who could be witty. “I have gray hair? Where did you see it?” “I don't know…” Min-a mumbled, his gaze dropping lower. He didn't mean to stare at Seung-ho’s crotch but it was like there was a heat wave that drew his eyes in that direction. Taking his eyes back to face his art coach who had a weird glint in his eyes, Min-a continued. “Maybe somewhere that’s not in plain sight..” Seo Min-a felt...unrestrained. Almost like he was just feeling the effect of the alcohol. It made his heart beat a little fast and caused every move Seung-ho made exciting. His body and mind reacted to every look and grin that Seung-ho made. “Do you want to see it again?” Kwan Seung-ho flirted, taking off his blazer. “No, I don’t take candies from strangers.” Min-a teased, turning around to avoid looking at Seung-ho's almos
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The man eating ass began to ride the other man, his mouth parted open as the top spanked his cheeks. “Fuck..” Min-a groaned, adjusting in his seat. Seung-ho watched him struggle to swallow as his brown eyes reflected the TV light from the side view. Min-a seemed so focused on the screen that he didn't know when Seung-ho stood to his feet and took off the rest of his clothes till he came to stand in front of him. His erection pushed against the tight brief he was wearing, sticking out towards Min-a's face. Min-a blinked hard. His eyes widened in shock as he felt his body reacting to Seung-ho’s erect cock. He swallowed hard, glancing between his art coach and his tempting manhood. When he was younger, he never saw Ji Won and Inn Woo's cock because he thought it was uncomfortable, now he understands why. Seung-ho’s cock had a different air around it up close. The scent aroused Min-a so much that he could feel heat pooling in his lower tummy. Seung-ho stood still, his body
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Time was irrelevant when it came to Min-a. However, the one thing that was undeniably real was the killer headache and slight nausea plaguing him. Still, he convinced himself that if he slept through everything, you know- “out of sight, out of mind,” then he wouldn't have to deal with reality. He imagined he was under his bedsheets, the warm yellow glow in his room enshrouding him. But that fantasy didn't even solidify into a real delusion when a loud noise rang right beside his head. Min-a swore he had an Aneurysm because his head almost exploded from the sudden blood rush to his head. He waited for the blue bird song from an Intro in Naruto to exhaust itself before he took a deep breath, switching from his side to face his pillow face first. Min-a spoke with his voice muffled into the pillow, “I promise you, old man, that deathwish you are dearly searching for, I'll hand it to you, free of charge.” So much venom filled his tone that it could have scorched the pillow ben
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“Can’t you just appear like a normal person without being all mysterious?” Min-a groaned, walking past him into the kitchen to grab the egg kimbap. “What? It’s not my fault you are having a hangover.” Seung-ho chuckled, watching him adjust the white shirt he left for him in the bathroom. “I don’t get it. Didn't you also drink as much as I did? I mean I clearly sat beside you and watched you drink so much. Even more than I did. Trust me, no one drinks better than me.” Min-a sounded serious, stopping in his tracks without turning back to face his art coach. He just wanted to know he was also fucked up last night. “I did drink as much as you did. I have a high tolerance for alcohol. It’s not my fault you are a local champion, love.” Seung-ho teased but noticed Min-a flinching the moment he was referred to as “love” “So you weren't as drunk as I was?” Min-a asked again, turning sharply, his eyes had a huge stream of judgment in them. “Detective Benoit...why all these questions?
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Min-a groaned, feeling slightly bad after recalling he had ditched him at the opening party yesterday too. Notwithstanding, he sent a thumbs-up. He didn't have the strength to put on any show-worthy outfit, so he threw on a huge white hoodie, black cargo pants, and panda print palms with a bucket hat for disguise. Throwing on a turquoise fanny pack to throw away the monochrome overall look. Min-a walked into the living room to find Eun Hye already having red wine, and some cream vanilla cake while watching a K-drama series. He didn't bother to identify it, it wasn't his jam anyways. “Heading out?” Eun Hye asked mindlessly, her eyes glued to the screen and some cream staining the side of her mouth. “No, going for a swim.” Min-a lied in a monotonous voice. The reply took Eun Hye's attention off the TV to look at her little brother properly. He had dark shades on with a bucket hat, but not a facemask, and she knew why already. “You must have drank a lot more than Ji-ho said
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“Oh my,” Ji-ho gasped dramatically. “It's not a fucking date, woman.” Min-a immediately added. “Min-a, you really know how to make a woman feel loved,” Ji-ho muttered sarcastically. “Hmm, as much as I would love to any other day, I can't today. I'm really tired and I don't think I want to deal with another hangover, it might kill me sooner than I'm supposed to.” Ji-ho joked, waiting for Min-a's reply. She heard him sigh, saying “Alright.” His tone sounded disappointed and it tugged at her heart. “But I got some really good weed, and I'm about to prepare dinner. We could eat, drink wine, and smoke weed just like the average American white woman that we are..” Ji-ho teased, causing Min-a to bark out laughter. He found it hard to believe she could also be funny and laid back when she wasn't being loud and an attention narcissist. “Alright, send your address then,” Min-a started his car the instant he got Ji-ho's address. It was deep in the city
