Jun takes off his frayed jeans and throws them on the chair that stands propping up the door so that it doesn’t close. Donghun carefully glances over Jun’s body, after which he approaches and, pulling him towards him, roughly bites his neck. Jun winces, Donghun’s caresses have never been distinguished by tenderness, but at least he grateful for that. He closes his eyes and tilts his head to the side, giving access to his already tortured skin

Donghun rudely begins to kiss his shoulder and collarbones, run his warm palms over Jun’s hot, lean body, touch the neat areolas of his nipples, feel every bone of his ribs with his fingers. He doesn’t want to do this, he doesn’t like wasting his time and touches on something that, in his opinion, is inappropriate, but somewhere in the depths of his insignificant soul he understands that Junhee also has a hard time and he also needs give at least a little bit of relaxation. Probably the only humane attitude towards Junhee in their so-called relationship is this very drop of humanity and a hint of some kind of care. Hun didn’t feel anything else, nor did he consider himself obligated.

Junhee bites his lip and runs his fingers through Donghun’s soft hair, causing him to snort with displeasure and roughly send the guy onto the bed, pulling off from yourself tight-fitting T-shirt with some inscription in French. Jun winces and watches how the elder approaches him, how he looms over him and does not look at his face at all, only wandering his eyes over the numerous bites and bruises from hickeys on Jun’s neck, collarbones, chest and ribs.

Hun is turned on by the fact that he can leave marks. Although they are not dating, for the time they are in this relationship, Junhee belongs to him. Completely, as evidenced by the purple bruises all over his body. And Junhee doesn’t mind, he likes to feel like he belongs to someone.

Donghun doesn’t stand on ceremony and slips his hand into Junhee’s underwear, cupping his dick in his palm. The guy groans and closes his eyes, biting his lower lip. Donghun’s palms are rough, but his movements are so gentle that one touch makes go crazy. This is probably the only place where Hun shows this very tenderness and Jun, in principle, doesn’t mind.

Dusk slowly falls outside the window and twilight begins to reign in the room. In this lighting, Donghun looks completely different, Jun looks at his face, looks at his chest and abs, feels how he begins to desire him, how he gradually leaves reality and all this seems so cool to him that he himself has reciprocal feelings. The elder pulls off Junhee’s underwear and bends down to his lower abdomen, leaving another mark of his own on it. Junhee gasps and spreads his legs apart.

Hun takes off the rest of his clothes and settles between the guy’s legs. No caresses, no foreplay. Just stupid sex, and then go home. Donghun runs his hand over his dick and places it against Junhee’s ass, resting his hands on either side of him on the bed. Jun bites his lip, feeling the hard dick, and then winces a little as Hun slowly enters him. Usually, the elder starts using his fingers only after a week, because he knows that Junhee has no one but him, but from Saturday to Monday he does not devote any effort to preparations, moral or physical. He just stupidly gets his way and lags behind.

Junhee closes his eyes and squeezes Donghun’s dick inside him, causing Hun to let out a noisy gasp and start thrusting his hips. He closes his eyes and lowers his head, imagining how it would all be if in the place of the hated Junhee it was not Junhee, but Yuchan.

Jun also tries to imagine Sehyoon, his awesome body, his strong and gentle hands, but for some reason he just can’t do it. Donghun appears in front of his eyes, drinking his coffee in the kitchen. He sees him walking into his kitchen in this twilight and Donghun looks up at him for the first time. And he looks, but not as at another pillow for squishing, but as at the object of his desire, as at someone he likes. Junhee introduces himself as Donghun lets go of that damn mug and reaches his hands towards him. How he begins to gently kiss his neck, asking for forgiveness for every bruise, licking them, scorching them with his breath. How he hugs Junhee’s thin waist, how he squeezes his hips, moving his hands to his buttocks. Jun sees that Donghun turns him around with his back to him, pulls his head back, clinging to Jun’s thick hair with his thin fingers. The way Jun feels him inside, the way Donghun thrusts. More. And more.