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“You’re enjoying this.” Minseok doesn’t mean to say it, but he says it anyway, and a stone of guilt drops in his stomach when Lu Han looks at him and shakes his head.
“I…I don’t. I’m not,” he says. Lu Han’s eyes are trembling as he crawls over to where Minseok is still lying, hand around his cock. From somewhere nearby, Lu Han tosses him a small square package.
“Condom,” Lu Han says, as if it weren’t obvious. Minseok arches an eyebrow. Lu Han rolls his eyes. “Put it on.”
“I know what to do with a condom,” Minseok says. “I’m not a virgin.”
“That’s good.” Lu Han speaks calmly, and Minseok becomes uncomfortably aware a second too late of his own short words.
Minseok tears open the package and looks away. “I’m sorry,” he says. Lu Han hums a response.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, and Minseok swallows as he rolls the condom over his cock with shaking hands.
“What now?” he says. His cock is stiff and wet with a mix of saliva and precome, and it sounds like a dumb question, and it probably is.
Lu Han answers by gently pushing him back onto the mattress. Lu Han’s eyes are focused somewhere down at his stomach as he straddles Minseok’s body, before slowly lowering himself onto Minseok’s dick.
It feels nothing like Eunmi.
Lu Han is tight and hot around him, and Minseok squeezes his eyes shut. A band of pressure tightens around his cock, and Minseok groans at the sensation. It’s not supposed to feel this good.
Fingers flutter near Minseok’s hips before they settle in firmly, gripping around the sharp jut of bone, digging into the soft give of flesh and Minseok lets out a shuddering breath. Lu Han moans, soft and desperate, and Minseok tries to close his eyes even tighter, as if it will block out the sounds that slip out of Lu Han’s mouth, the same ones he sometimes hears when he accidentally walks into the bathroom when Lu Han’s in the shower, first thing in the morning and he knows he should say something but instead he just backs out as fast as he can.
“There was this girl,” Minseok suddenly remembers Lu Han saying. 2009, he thinks. Or maybe 2010. Eunmi had just left, and Minseok was a little drunk, and Lu Han was drunk on exhaustion beside him. He’d paused, rested his chin against Minseok’s shoulder, the same way his fingers are digging into his hips now, rough, jagged, unsure. “There was this girl I liked. Everyone knew I liked her. She did too.”
“What happened?”
Lu Han had shrugged. “Nothing. We graduated. I went to Korea. She went to Beijing Tech. She was always too good for me. I think…that’s what I liked about her.”
A sharp roll of Lu Han’s hips has Minseok groaning, his fingers digging into the mattress as Lu Han clenches around his cock. There’s a thin sheen of sweat against Lu Han’s neck and his eyes are barely closed, and with each slide of Lu Han’s ass against his length, Lu Han moans softly, and Minseok feels pleasure wind at the base of his stomach almost against his will.
“I think…it’s better to want something you can’t have, than to have something you don’t want.” Lu Han had said this slowly, as if he’d been struggling for the words, but the way his finger had traced a slow pattern against Minseok’s thigh suggested a struggle for something else entirely.
“What if you have what you want?”
“But that never really happens, does it?”
It’s happening right now, Minseok thinks, but by this point, he’s not thinking so much as feeling the hot pressure around his cock, the smooth friction, the heat, and his cock is so, so hard and there’s a heady rush as he gasps, and suddenly he’s coming so hard there are stars in his eyes as he moans, his hips bucking up as he thrusts into Lu Han’s ass, orgasm spilling over in a rush of pleasure and release. His body falls limply against the mattress, his limbs still tingling as he feels everything go soft.
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