Higher Learning (Hangeng/Siwon Oneshot)
Higher Learning
Pairing: top!Hangeng/Siwon
Length: Oneshot, 3489 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Siwon returns after a long time away, and has to pay the price.
A/N: I'd totally blame this one on fionie if I could, but really she only encouraged the dirty thoughts already in my head. The beginning is a bit sad I think, but hopefully the ending is a little better? And the title only has a smidgen to do with the actual story.
It’d been almost five years since Hangeng had heard from Siwon, almost five years since the boys of Super Junior had split up and went their separate ways. Sure, he kept in touch with most of them, but not Siwon. That all ended though when the cell phone tucked away in the pocket of his slacks vibrated one morning just a few minutes before classes were scheduled to begin. He pulled it out to look at the text message he’d received, and the three words on the screen (along with the name they came from) nearly made his heart stop for a brief moment.
‘I miss you…’
For an instant he felt the butterflies well in his stomach once more, for an instant he almost felt giddy. But it was over as soon as it started and then he remembered it’d been almost five years since Siwon had bothered to speak to him at all. He knew he should’ve just let the message go unanswered, but his fingers were moving over the buttons of the phone before he even had a chance to think about it.
‘You know where to find me.’
He pressed the send button and closed his phone, slipping it back into his pocket as the first student made her way into his Level Three Chinese Language classroom.
Siwon and Hangeng had been quite close years ago, too close for their own good, really. They’d developed quite the relationship, though they’d never even attempted to make it anything official. They knew that even though the fans roared with delight at each gentle touch, each longing look shared with the other, they knew that no matter how much the fans might approve, a relationship between two men was still quite taboo, something society in general just wasn’t ready to have flaunted in their faces.
That never stopped the things that happened behind closed doors though. They stole what time they could to be together, be it in an empty dressing room, a bathroom stall, or even the stairwell of their apartment building when it was empty late at night. They’d even spent time alone in the house Siwon shared with his family when the other family members were out.
It was one of the evenings spent in Siwon’s home that would serve as the beginning of the end of Hangeng’s not-quite-relationship with Siwon, as well as the end of Super Junior.
Siwon’s parents had returned home from their dinner date with friends early, early enough to find their son straddling Hangeng’s hips, hands cupped on either side of the Chinese man’s face as their lips meshed together in a passionate kiss. Siwon’s parents were obviously quite shocked to find their son’s lips attached to another man’s so deeply, and Hangeng was pretty sure they would’ve died of heart failure had they seen where their precious son’s mouth was just half an hour earlier. Hangeng had still been able to taste himself in that kiss. Siwon had scrambled away when he spotted his parents though, staring at them wide eyed like a little child who’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Hangeng had been ordered to leave then, and even as he headed down the hall he could hear Siwon trying to reason with his parents, saying it wasn’t what they thought, though Hangeng had thought it was rather obvious what was going on.
It was after that night that Siwon quit coming by the dorms just to hang out. Hangeng had tried to call a few times, even sent a few texts in hopes of making sure Siwon was alright, but none of them were answered. A whole two weeks passed before he was scheduled to appear at the same event Siwon was, and for the first half of the day Siwon acted as though he didn’t exist at all. It wasn’t until they took a break for lunch that Siwon had pulled him aside, looking quite uncomfortable as he did so. He’d told him then that whatever they’d had between them was over; that it wasn’t right… it just wasn’t a Christian thing to do. Hangeng had taken it rather well, all things considered; it wasn’t as if he didn’t know how strict Siwon’s parents were, or even how strict Siwon was about things that the bible had condemned. They’d promised to remain friends though, just as everyone did in that sort’ve situation, though it was usually always a lie.
They chatted every now again, though it was usually always forced on both sides. Eventually they just resorted to short text messages or e-mails, but eventually even that stopped. The strain on their friendship put a strain on Super Junior as well. There was no more skinship between them, and the fans caught on quickly that something was amiss, and that was when the rumors started. Some were so outlandish they were almost funny, but some were downright vicious. Eventually the other members started getting sucked into the black hole as well, some feeling the need to take one side over the other, some so irritated at the whole thing they lashed out at both Hangeng and Siwon. Eventually their activities got to be something they were forced to do, not that they enjoyed, and that’s when they had all agreed to put an end to it, figuring it best to end things gracefully rather than destroying themselves in the process. They’d all been saddened by it at first, but they all moved on. Some married and settled down; some even had little kids to chase around by now. Others focused on their careers, whether it be wanting to stay in the limelight somehow, or moving on to something entirely different.
That’s how Hangeng ended up where he was, a simple high school foreign languages teacher, but he enjoyed what he did and that was all that mattered. Kyuhyun had wound up with a degree in education as well, working at the same school Hangeng did, so more often than not they would spend their free time together, chatting about the day’s events over some soju, swapping stories about who the biggest troublemaker was. Hangeng had thought his life was just fine and dandy, until he got that text message from Siwon.
He’d tried to focus on his teaching for the rest of the day, but every spare moment was spent thinking about the way things use to be. It made him feel old, to be reminiscing about things like that, and feeling old didn’t help him feel any more chipper.
After his classes were over he’d stayed at his desk, red pen in hand as he read through the reports his students had turned in, leaving notes and marking corrections when necessary. He’d lost track of the time, and hadn’t realized that the school was mostly empty now, save for one or two other teachers in the building who were probably staying late for the same reasons he was. He jumped slightly in his seat when he heard a knock on the doorframe, his pen slipping from his grasp when he lifted his eyes to see who it was.
He hadn’t expected Siwon to actually come and see him. He figured he might get one or two messages more from him before he would fall silent again for another few years. He had to admit though, Siwon looked just as dashing then as he did all those years ago, perhaps even more so. He’d grown; he’d matured, and was now the epitome of ‘tall dark and handsome’. The black slacks he wore fit him nicely, but the dress shirt he had on seemed to be a bit snug. Considering how well muscled Siwon still was though, Hangeng didn’t find that surprising. The top few buttons were undone to bare a bit of skin, and Siwon had rolled the sleeves of the shirt up just past his elbows, giving it a slightly more casual look. He looked far better than Hangeng did any day, as Hangeng was prone to wearing grey slacks with a white shirt and black tie more often than not. Kyuhyun teased him from time to time about his limited wardrobe, but Geng simply replied that he was trying to teach Chinese, not make a fashion statement.
There was a bit of an awkward silence between them for a moment or two, but eventually Siwon broke it, offering a wide smile as he took a few more steps into Hangeng’s classroom, pushing the door shut behind him.
“Hey…”
Part of Hangeng wanted to rush to Siwon, to hug him close just like old times, and simply be happy that he was there. But the rest of him was irritated, slightly pissed off even, that Siwon would think he could just waltz right into his life again as if nothing was wrong. He picked his red pen up once more, one finger coming up to push upon the middle of his glasses, pushing them back up on his nose a bit as he looked back down to the papers in front of him.
“Hey…” He didn’t mean to mimic Siwon’s greeting, but what else was there to say? There were plenty of things he was tempted to say, but thought against it considering he was still in the school building.
“It’s been a while…” Siwon moved to sit on the edge of one of the desks, hands resting in his lap as he watched Hangeng.
“That’s the understatement of the year.” He didn’t intend for his words to sound as cold as they did, but he wasn’t about to apologize for it either. “How’s your wife?”
Siwon bit his lip, glancing down at the hands resting in his lap. “She’s alright… went on a trip with some of her girlfriends… shopping, sun tanning, all that stuff. How’s yours?”
Hangeng shrugged, not bothering to look up from his papers. “I don’t know. She went back to China; she didn’t like it here in Korea all that much.”
“Ahh… So it’s lonely at your house too, huh?”
Hangeng lifted his eyes then, looking over the frame of his glasses to Siwon. “Is that the only reason you came? Because you’re lonely? What, did you text your friends but not get any responses back?”
Siwon blinked at that, mouth hanging open a moment before he responded. “No, not at all, I just-”
“Just what, Siwon? What on earth made you think you could just ignore the fact that I even existed for five years and then come strolling back in here as though we were best buddies still? Did she suck your brain out through your cock or something?”
Siwon blinked again, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, making him look quite like a fish. He’d never seen this side of Hangeng before, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Hangeng put his pen down, hands pressing to his desk as he stood, leaning forward slightly.
“You dropped me like a rotten piece of meat, Siwon. You never once stood up for me. You kept your mouth shut and let everyone assume the worst of me… let them assume that I was the one who ruined things, that I was the bad guy who corrupted sweet little innocent Siwon, when it was YOU that was crawling into my bed every night.”
It was no wonder Hangeng never had any trouble with his students. Siwon was a grown man and he already wanted to slink into the corner and hide.
“You never once told the truth, Siwon! Yet you had the nerve to tell me what we were doing wasn’t right? That it was a sin? You have some fucking balls, you know that? So what did you come here for, huh? Tell me, because I don’t have time to waste on your games anymore…” Even Hangeng wasn’t quite sure where his aggressive tone was coming from, though it was probably sure it had to do with years of pent up emotions.
“I just, I missed you…”
“Missed me how, Siwon? Missed my friendship? Missed our long talks? You have other friends for that. What is it you really missed Siwon, hmm?” Hangeng stepped away from his desk then, moving around to draw closer to the desk Siwon was sitting on. “Maybe you missed how my body felt pressed up against yours, missed how your name sounded when it was cried out from my lips, is that it?”
Siwon’s eyes widened, though he bit down on his lower lip, turning his head away almost shamefully. Hangeng couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his lips, he’d hit the nail right on the head.
“But that was so naughty, wasn’t it. What was it your parents called me? Filthy? Vile? And you didn’t say a word in my defense. I could have told them everything you know… all the kinky little details, about how soft the inside of your mouth felt when it was wrapped around my cock… how good their precious little boy looked when he was down on his knees, cum dripping from his lips… but I didn’t. I kept my silence and saved your reputation at the sake of my own.” He reached out then, grabbing onto the collar of Siwon’s shirt, yanking him forward so quickly the desk he’d been sitting on rattled when he slid off. “You fucking owe me. Big time.”
He shoved Siwon forward then, causing the man to collide with the front of his desk, bending at the waste to have his hands and chest come crashing down on top of it, sending papers flying to the floor.
“H…Hangeng…” Siwon was surprised by how weak his own voice sounded in comparison with Hangeng’s now. He pressed his hands to the desk and started to push himself up, but no sooner than his chest had started to lift a hand pressed to the back of his neck, pushing him right back down.
“This is what you came for, isn’t it? Or did you expect me to be all nice and quiet again, let you have your way with me and the let you slip off without saying another word? It doesn’t work that way anymore, Siwon.”
Siwon knew he should’ve put up more of a fuss, he was married for crying out loud, yet when he felt Hangeng’s arms wrap around him to begin undoing his belt, he didn’t move an inch. He remained still even as Hangeng’s nimble fingers undid his pants and drew the zipper down before he took to pushing the material off of Siwon’s hips.
“You look good like that, you know?” Hangeng drew one hand back, giving Siwon’s ass a good slap before he laughed softly, hooking his fingertips in the waistband of Siwon’s underwear, tugging them down slowly.
“It’s too bad I don’t keep my camera handy, I’m sure the world would love to know how you really are… so ready and willing to sin, even though that cross around your neck makes them think otherwise.” He didn’t bother to lube his fingers before he pressed two of them into Siwon either. It wasn’t as if lube was something he kept handy in his classroom.
Siwon cried out, fingers curling around the edge of Hangeng’s desk. “Ha…Hangeng! Slow down!”
“Why should I? I like it when you scream… I like it when you lose control.” He withdrew his fingers nearly all the way before plunging them back in, smirking a bit at the little whimper that escaped from Siwon’s lips. “I bet your wife doesn’t touch you like this, does she? Probably doesn’t even suck you off. You married such a prude, Siwon… but I suppose that was the righteous thing to do, wasn’t it?”
Siwon opened his mouth to respond, but the only thing that escaped his lips was a moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he turned his head to let his cheek rest against the solid wood of Hangeng’s desk. He’d fallen silent until Hangeng’s fingers brushed that sweet spot within him, causing him to cry out once more.
Hangeng grinned, curling his fingers in a manner that allowed him to rub that spot over and over again, and soon he even had Siwon’s hips rocking back against his fingers as soft moans continued to spill from the man’s lips. That made Hangeng’s grin widen even further.
“I bet I could make you cum just like this, Siwon, make you cum so hard bent over my desk while your wife is away spending the money you worked so hard do earn.” So maybe Hangeng was just a little bit jealous, but that was beside the point, wasn’t it? He added a third finger then, stretching Siwon’s entrance even wider while he put more pressure on the man’s prostate.
“Ha…Hangeng… I’m gonna… I…”
Hangeng could already feel Siwon’s body beginning to tense, and he had no intention of stopping, either. He kept his fingers pumping rapidly into Siwon as the other man came without even touching himself, coating the front of Hangeng’s desk with his seed. Geng withdrew his fingers only after he felt the spasms from Siwon’s orgasm begin to die down. He went about undoing his own pants as quickly as he could, pushing them down along with his underwear just past his thighs. He was pressing into Siwon before the other even had a chance to fully recuperate, but Hangeng didn’t really care at that point in time. He was so hard it hurt, and he’d been wanting to be like this with Siwon for far too long.
Siwon’s body arched at the new invasion, fitting himself snuggly back against Hangeng, just like old times. Hangeng wasn’t gentle with his thrusts, either, and Siwon was sure he’d have bruises on his hips once they were through from where his body was banging into Hangeng’s desk. Siwon couldn’t deny that there was a bit of pain, but the darker side of him that he fought so hard to keep buried couldn’t deny that the pain felt good. It made his nerves stand on end, made the pleasure feel that much more intense.
Siwon turned his head to the side as Hangeng’s desk began to rattle from the force of the thrusts into Siwon’s body, and he bit lightly on his arm to keep his cries at a minimum. Though it’d only been a matter of minutes since he’d orgasmed he felt himself getting hard again, and let one hand drop down from the desk to move in between his legs, grabbing onto his renewed arousal to begin stroking.
That didn’t go unnoticed by Hangeng, and only served to widen the grin on his lips. “Such a dirty boy, is that what you have to do when she’s not enough for you, hmm? When she won’t touch you in the ways you like… the ways you need. She can’t love you like I can.”
Siwon would be lying again if he tried to say Hangeng’s words didn’t turn him on, didn’t intensify the pleasure that already had him wanting to explode again. And he’d be lying too if he tried to say there weren’t times he thought of Hangeng when he was with his wife. It was a shameful thing to admit, but it was the truth.
He felt himself growing closer to his second orgasm as Hangeng pounded in harder still, hands gripping tightly onto Siwon’s hips. “So close, Siwon, you feel so good…” He leaned over Siwon then, one hand dropping down to join his in stroking over his arousal as he pressed his lips to the back of Siwon’s neck in a surprisingly gentle kiss. That was all it took to send Siwon over the edge once more though, cum coating their fingers and the front of Hangeng’s desk once more. Feeling Siwon spasm around him like that was more than he could handle. Hangeng pressed himself into Siwon one finally time, releasing into him as the other’s name left his lips in a soft cry.
Had Siwon not had the desk beneath him he was sure he would’ve collapsed to the floor. His legs felt like jelly and his heart was racing. Hangeng pulled out of him slowly and took one step back to lean against one of the nearby desks, his own chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. He took to pulling his pants back up and on about the same time Siwon did. They were silent for a moment, but it was Hangeng who spoke up first this time.
“How long is your wife going to be away?”
“Another week, at least, why?”
Hangeng was already kicking himself mentally for what he was about to do, but he couldn’t help it.
“You want to come over for dinner? And maybe dessert?” And maybe even breakfast too, if things went well.
Pairing: top!Hangeng/Siwon
Length: Oneshot, 3489 words
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Siwon returns after a long time away, and has to pay the price.
A/N: I'd totally blame this one on fionie if I could, but really she only encouraged the dirty thoughts already in my head. The beginning is a bit sad I think, but hopefully the ending is a little better? And the title only has a smidgen to do with the actual story.
It’d been almost five years since Hangeng had heard from Siwon, almost five years since the boys of Super Junior had split up and went their separate ways. Sure, he kept in touch with most of them, but not Siwon. That all ended though when the cell phone tucked away in the pocket of his slacks vibrated one morning just a few minutes before classes were scheduled to begin. He pulled it out to look at the text message he’d received, and the three words on the screen (along with the name they came from) nearly made his heart stop for a brief moment.
‘I miss you…’
For an instant he felt the butterflies well in his stomach once more, for an instant he almost felt giddy. But it was over as soon as it started and then he remembered it’d been almost five years since Siwon had bothered to speak to him at all. He knew he should’ve just let the message go unanswered, but his fingers were moving over the buttons of the phone before he even had a chance to think about it.
‘You know where to find me.’
He pressed the send button and closed his phone, slipping it back into his pocket as the first student made her way into his Level Three Chinese Language classroom.
Siwon and Hangeng had been quite close years ago, too close for their own good, really. They’d developed quite the relationship, though they’d never even attempted to make it anything official. They knew that even though the fans roared with delight at each gentle touch, each longing look shared with the other, they knew that no matter how much the fans might approve, a relationship between two men was still quite taboo, something society in general just wasn’t ready to have flaunted in their faces.
That never stopped the things that happened behind closed doors though. They stole what time they could to be together, be it in an empty dressing room, a bathroom stall, or even the stairwell of their apartment building when it was empty late at night. They’d even spent time alone in the house Siwon shared with his family when the other family members were out.
It was one of the evenings spent in Siwon’s home that would serve as the beginning of the end of Hangeng’s not-quite-relationship with Siwon, as well as the end of Super Junior.
Siwon’s parents had returned home from their dinner date with friends early, early enough to find their son straddling Hangeng’s hips, hands cupped on either side of the Chinese man’s face as their lips meshed together in a passionate kiss. Siwon’s parents were obviously quite shocked to find their son’s lips attached to another man’s so deeply, and Hangeng was pretty sure they would’ve died of heart failure had they seen where their precious son’s mouth was just half an hour earlier. Hangeng had still been able to taste himself in that kiss. Siwon had scrambled away when he spotted his parents though, staring at them wide eyed like a little child who’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Hangeng had been ordered to leave then, and even as he headed down the hall he could hear Siwon trying to reason with his parents, saying it wasn’t what they thought, though Hangeng had thought it was rather obvious what was going on.
It was after that night that Siwon quit coming by the dorms just to hang out. Hangeng had tried to call a few times, even sent a few texts in hopes of making sure Siwon was alright, but none of them were answered. A whole two weeks passed before he was scheduled to appear at the same event Siwon was, and for the first half of the day Siwon acted as though he didn’t exist at all. It wasn’t until they took a break for lunch that Siwon had pulled him aside, looking quite uncomfortable as he did so. He’d told him then that whatever they’d had between them was over; that it wasn’t right… it just wasn’t a Christian thing to do. Hangeng had taken it rather well, all things considered; it wasn’t as if he didn’t know how strict Siwon’s parents were, or even how strict Siwon was about things that the bible had condemned. They’d promised to remain friends though, just as everyone did in that sort’ve situation, though it was usually always a lie.
They chatted every now again, though it was usually always forced on both sides. Eventually they just resorted to short text messages or e-mails, but eventually even that stopped. The strain on their friendship put a strain on Super Junior as well. There was no more skinship between them, and the fans caught on quickly that something was amiss, and that was when the rumors started. Some were so outlandish they were almost funny, but some were downright vicious. Eventually the other members started getting sucked into the black hole as well, some feeling the need to take one side over the other, some so irritated at the whole thing they lashed out at both Hangeng and Siwon. Eventually their activities got to be something they were forced to do, not that they enjoyed, and that’s when they had all agreed to put an end to it, figuring it best to end things gracefully rather than destroying themselves in the process. They’d all been saddened by it at first, but they all moved on. Some married and settled down; some even had little kids to chase around by now. Others focused on their careers, whether it be wanting to stay in the limelight somehow, or moving on to something entirely different.
That’s how Hangeng ended up where he was, a simple high school foreign languages teacher, but he enjoyed what he did and that was all that mattered. Kyuhyun had wound up with a degree in education as well, working at the same school Hangeng did, so more often than not they would spend their free time together, chatting about the day’s events over some soju, swapping stories about who the biggest troublemaker was. Hangeng had thought his life was just fine and dandy, until he got that text message from Siwon.
He’d tried to focus on his teaching for the rest of the day, but every spare moment was spent thinking about the way things use to be. It made him feel old, to be reminiscing about things like that, and feeling old didn’t help him feel any more chipper.
After his classes were over he’d stayed at his desk, red pen in hand as he read through the reports his students had turned in, leaving notes and marking corrections when necessary. He’d lost track of the time, and hadn’t realized that the school was mostly empty now, save for one or two other teachers in the building who were probably staying late for the same reasons he was. He jumped slightly in his seat when he heard a knock on the doorframe, his pen slipping from his grasp when he lifted his eyes to see who it was.
He hadn’t expected Siwon to actually come and see him. He figured he might get one or two messages more from him before he would fall silent again for another few years. He had to admit though, Siwon looked just as dashing then as he did all those years ago, perhaps even more so. He’d grown; he’d matured, and was now the epitome of ‘tall dark and handsome’. The black slacks he wore fit him nicely, but the dress shirt he had on seemed to be a bit snug. Considering how well muscled Siwon still was though, Hangeng didn’t find that surprising. The top few buttons were undone to bare a bit of skin, and Siwon had rolled the sleeves of the shirt up just past his elbows, giving it a slightly more casual look. He looked far better than Hangeng did any day, as Hangeng was prone to wearing grey slacks with a white shirt and black tie more often than not. Kyuhyun teased him from time to time about his limited wardrobe, but Geng simply replied that he was trying to teach Chinese, not make a fashion statement.
There was a bit of an awkward silence between them for a moment or two, but eventually Siwon broke it, offering a wide smile as he took a few more steps into Hangeng’s classroom, pushing the door shut behind him.
“Hey…”
Part of Hangeng wanted to rush to Siwon, to hug him close just like old times, and simply be happy that he was there. But the rest of him was irritated, slightly pissed off even, that Siwon would think he could just waltz right into his life again as if nothing was wrong. He picked his red pen up once more, one finger coming up to push upon the middle of his glasses, pushing them back up on his nose a bit as he looked back down to the papers in front of him.
“Hey…” He didn’t mean to mimic Siwon’s greeting, but what else was there to say? There were plenty of things he was tempted to say, but thought against it considering he was still in the school building.
“It’s been a while…” Siwon moved to sit on the edge of one of the desks, hands resting in his lap as he watched Hangeng.
“That’s the understatement of the year.” He didn’t intend for his words to sound as cold as they did, but he wasn’t about to apologize for it either. “How’s your wife?”
Siwon bit his lip, glancing down at the hands resting in his lap. “She’s alright… went on a trip with some of her girlfriends… shopping, sun tanning, all that stuff. How’s yours?”
Hangeng shrugged, not bothering to look up from his papers. “I don’t know. She went back to China; she didn’t like it here in Korea all that much.”
“Ahh… So it’s lonely at your house too, huh?”
Hangeng lifted his eyes then, looking over the frame of his glasses to Siwon. “Is that the only reason you came? Because you’re lonely? What, did you text your friends but not get any responses back?”
Siwon blinked at that, mouth hanging open a moment before he responded. “No, not at all, I just-”
“Just what, Siwon? What on earth made you think you could just ignore the fact that I even existed for five years and then come strolling back in here as though we were best buddies still? Did she suck your brain out through your cock or something?”
Siwon blinked again, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, making him look quite like a fish. He’d never seen this side of Hangeng before, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. Hangeng put his pen down, hands pressing to his desk as he stood, leaning forward slightly.
“You dropped me like a rotten piece of meat, Siwon. You never once stood up for me. You kept your mouth shut and let everyone assume the worst of me… let them assume that I was the one who ruined things, that I was the bad guy who corrupted sweet little innocent Siwon, when it was YOU that was crawling into my bed every night.”
It was no wonder Hangeng never had any trouble with his students. Siwon was a grown man and he already wanted to slink into the corner and hide.
“You never once told the truth, Siwon! Yet you had the nerve to tell me what we were doing wasn’t right? That it was a sin? You have some fucking balls, you know that? So what did you come here for, huh? Tell me, because I don’t have time to waste on your games anymore…” Even Hangeng wasn’t quite sure where his aggressive tone was coming from, though it was probably sure it had to do with years of pent up emotions.
“I just, I missed you…”
“Missed me how, Siwon? Missed my friendship? Missed our long talks? You have other friends for that. What is it you really missed Siwon, hmm?” Hangeng stepped away from his desk then, moving around to draw closer to the desk Siwon was sitting on. “Maybe you missed how my body felt pressed up against yours, missed how your name sounded when it was cried out from my lips, is that it?”
Siwon’s eyes widened, though he bit down on his lower lip, turning his head away almost shamefully. Hangeng couldn’t help the smirk that spread over his lips, he’d hit the nail right on the head.
“But that was so naughty, wasn’t it. What was it your parents called me? Filthy? Vile? And you didn’t say a word in my defense. I could have told them everything you know… all the kinky little details, about how soft the inside of your mouth felt when it was wrapped around my cock… how good their precious little boy looked when he was down on his knees, cum dripping from his lips… but I didn’t. I kept my silence and saved your reputation at the sake of my own.” He reached out then, grabbing onto the collar of Siwon’s shirt, yanking him forward so quickly the desk he’d been sitting on rattled when he slid off. “You fucking owe me. Big time.”
He shoved Siwon forward then, causing the man to collide with the front of his desk, bending at the waste to have his hands and chest come crashing down on top of it, sending papers flying to the floor.
“H…Hangeng…” Siwon was surprised by how weak his own voice sounded in comparison with Hangeng’s now. He pressed his hands to the desk and started to push himself up, but no sooner than his chest had started to lift a hand pressed to the back of his neck, pushing him right back down.
“This is what you came for, isn’t it? Or did you expect me to be all nice and quiet again, let you have your way with me and the let you slip off without saying another word? It doesn’t work that way anymore, Siwon.”
Siwon knew he should’ve put up more of a fuss, he was married for crying out loud, yet when he felt Hangeng’s arms wrap around him to begin undoing his belt, he didn’t move an inch. He remained still even as Hangeng’s nimble fingers undid his pants and drew the zipper down before he took to pushing the material off of Siwon’s hips.
“You look good like that, you know?” Hangeng drew one hand back, giving Siwon’s ass a good slap before he laughed softly, hooking his fingertips in the waistband of Siwon’s underwear, tugging them down slowly.
“It’s too bad I don’t keep my camera handy, I’m sure the world would love to know how you really are… so ready and willing to sin, even though that cross around your neck makes them think otherwise.” He didn’t bother to lube his fingers before he pressed two of them into Siwon either. It wasn’t as if lube was something he kept handy in his classroom.
Siwon cried out, fingers curling around the edge of Hangeng’s desk. “Ha…Hangeng! Slow down!”
“Why should I? I like it when you scream… I like it when you lose control.” He withdrew his fingers nearly all the way before plunging them back in, smirking a bit at the little whimper that escaped from Siwon’s lips. “I bet your wife doesn’t touch you like this, does she? Probably doesn’t even suck you off. You married such a prude, Siwon… but I suppose that was the righteous thing to do, wasn’t it?”
Siwon opened his mouth to respond, but the only thing that escaped his lips was a moan, his eyes fluttering shut as he turned his head to let his cheek rest against the solid wood of Hangeng’s desk. He’d fallen silent until Hangeng’s fingers brushed that sweet spot within him, causing him to cry out once more.
Hangeng grinned, curling his fingers in a manner that allowed him to rub that spot over and over again, and soon he even had Siwon’s hips rocking back against his fingers as soft moans continued to spill from the man’s lips. That made Hangeng’s grin widen even further.
“I bet I could make you cum just like this, Siwon, make you cum so hard bent over my desk while your wife is away spending the money you worked so hard do earn.” So maybe Hangeng was just a little bit jealous, but that was beside the point, wasn’t it? He added a third finger then, stretching Siwon’s entrance even wider while he put more pressure on the man’s prostate.
“Ha…Hangeng… I’m gonna… I…”
Hangeng could already feel Siwon’s body beginning to tense, and he had no intention of stopping, either. He kept his fingers pumping rapidly into Siwon as the other man came without even touching himself, coating the front of Hangeng’s desk with his seed. Geng withdrew his fingers only after he felt the spasms from Siwon’s orgasm begin to die down. He went about undoing his own pants as quickly as he could, pushing them down along with his underwear just past his thighs. He was pressing into Siwon before the other even had a chance to fully recuperate, but Hangeng didn’t really care at that point in time. He was so hard it hurt, and he’d been wanting to be like this with Siwon for far too long.
Siwon’s body arched at the new invasion, fitting himself snuggly back against Hangeng, just like old times. Hangeng wasn’t gentle with his thrusts, either, and Siwon was sure he’d have bruises on his hips once they were through from where his body was banging into Hangeng’s desk. Siwon couldn’t deny that there was a bit of pain, but the darker side of him that he fought so hard to keep buried couldn’t deny that the pain felt good. It made his nerves stand on end, made the pleasure feel that much more intense.
Siwon turned his head to the side as Hangeng’s desk began to rattle from the force of the thrusts into Siwon’s body, and he bit lightly on his arm to keep his cries at a minimum. Though it’d only been a matter of minutes since he’d orgasmed he felt himself getting hard again, and let one hand drop down from the desk to move in between his legs, grabbing onto his renewed arousal to begin stroking.
That didn’t go unnoticed by Hangeng, and only served to widen the grin on his lips. “Such a dirty boy, is that what you have to do when she’s not enough for you, hmm? When she won’t touch you in the ways you like… the ways you need. She can’t love you like I can.”
Siwon would be lying again if he tried to say Hangeng’s words didn’t turn him on, didn’t intensify the pleasure that already had him wanting to explode again. And he’d be lying too if he tried to say there weren’t times he thought of Hangeng when he was with his wife. It was a shameful thing to admit, but it was the truth.
He felt himself growing closer to his second orgasm as Hangeng pounded in harder still, hands gripping tightly onto Siwon’s hips. “So close, Siwon, you feel so good…” He leaned over Siwon then, one hand dropping down to join his in stroking over his arousal as he pressed his lips to the back of Siwon’s neck in a surprisingly gentle kiss. That was all it took to send Siwon over the edge once more though, cum coating their fingers and the front of Hangeng’s desk once more. Feeling Siwon spasm around him like that was more than he could handle. Hangeng pressed himself into Siwon one finally time, releasing into him as the other’s name left his lips in a soft cry.
Had Siwon not had the desk beneath him he was sure he would’ve collapsed to the floor. His legs felt like jelly and his heart was racing. Hangeng pulled out of him slowly and took one step back to lean against one of the nearby desks, his own chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. He took to pulling his pants back up and on about the same time Siwon did. They were silent for a moment, but it was Hangeng who spoke up first this time.
“How long is your wife going to be away?”
“Another week, at least, why?”
Hangeng was already kicking himself mentally for what he was about to do, but he couldn’t help it.
“You want to come over for dinner? And maybe dessert?” And maybe even breakfast too, if things went well.