[M] 3/3 (1/1)

Jongup stared at Himchan, shocked.  “You’re a music major?”“Yeah.  Why are you looking at me like that?  Is it a problem?”                Jongup was quick to shake his head, fumbling over his denial.  “No, no!  I just-I don’t know.  I guess I just wasn’t expecting it.  It’s hot.”                Himchan quirked an eyebrow at him, smirking, and Jongup flushed when he realized what he said.  “Is it?  Why do you say that?”                The younger bit his lower lip, shrugging.  “I dance.  I find music sexy.”                “Dancer.  No wonder you move the way you do.” Jongup flushed again, Himchan’s dark gaze sending a jolt of heat through his abdomen.  Himchan’s leg brushed against his beneath the table, and the look in his eyes told him it was intentional.  His pulse jumped and he let his legs fall farther apart, brazenly staring back at Himchan despite the blush he could feel on his cheeks.  He forgot the half touched food on his plate as Himchan’s fingers trailed over the back of his hand, flipping it in his own.  It would be nearly impossible for the man to not feel his racing pulse with his thumb grazing the inside of his wrist.   “Why are you so skittish?”                Jongup swallowed hard but refused to lower his gaze.  “I don’t do stuff like this.”                “Never?”                “Never.”                “Why now?”                “My friends recommended the club, and I guess I was tired of being teased.”                “So that’s why the indecisive bracelet.  Do you even know what you like?” Himchan questioned, letting his eyes roam over the younger’s features.  He wanted to leave bruises down the column of the man’s neck, marking that smooth skin, letting others know it and the man belonged to someone already.  They were supposed to be getting to know each other, but the kid was practically eating him alive with his eyes.  Himchan wasn’t sure how much longer he could remain the rational one.                “You.” Jongup froze at his confession, doubting he had even just admitted such a thing so boldly.  The coal eyes locking on him told him that he had indeed said it, very clearly.                “Are you sure about that?” A shiver raced up Jongup’s spine at the voice that was suddenly huskier than before, heat bursting low in his abdomen.  He shifted in his seat, his body’s reaction slightly uncomfortable.  Himchan’s voice promised something if he answered correctly, and he wanted to know just what that promise was, so badly.  He was terrified and aroused and curious, and he wanted to know.                “Yeah, I’m sure.” For a second he thought he gave the wrong answer when Himchan withdrew his hand, but understanding dawned when the man tossed some money on the table before pulling Jongup up with him.  Jongup didn’t speak, too afraid he would break whatever this was, merely following Himchan out of the restaurant.  Himchan’s mouth was on his only steps from the door.  He didn’t fight the public display, leaning up into Himchan’s touch, sounds escaping when Himchan’s hands tightened on his hips.  He whined as Himchan drew back, lips still brushing Jongup’s.                “My apartment is like five minutes away.”                “Take me there.” *-*-*-*-*                 The mattress was soft beneath Jongup’s back, the sheets silken and cool against his fevered skin.  Himchan’s tongue swirled over his pulse, teeth teasing the skin lightly.  Fire raced through his veins with every slow, intentional grind of Himchan’s hips against his own.  The man’s skin was slick beneath his fingers, nails digging scores into his back at a particularly hard thrust, mind delving immediately to what the same action might feel like with the man buried inside him.  His stomach flip-flopped, a shiver racing through him at the thought.  Himchan’s name was a gasped plea on his lips.                Himchan’s mouth skimmed along his jaw.  “You sure?”                Jongup nodded, tongue darting out to wet his lips.  The coal eyes trained on him had heat building low in his body, making him want to squirm, his muscles tight, thighs aching with desire.  “I want to know what you feel like.”                Himchan pulled away, maintaining eye contact as he stripped Jongup of his jeans.  The younger couldn’t seem to breathe right, the heated gaze wreaking havoc on his insides.  His muscles clenched as Himchan shimmied out of his own, hard length springing free.  The man didn’t seem to mind his nudity at all as he stepped over to the nightstand, rummaging in the drawer for a minute before returning to the bed.  Nerves fluttered to life as doubt wormed its way back in.  He took a shuddered breath as Himchan moved back over him, fingers gliding up the outside of his thigh.  The man moved slow, giving him time to reconsider, lips gliding over his leisurely as he slipped a hand between them.  A slick finger gliding over his entrance startled him and he squeaked.  Himchan chuckled, drawing back to watch him.  “Want me to stop?”                “No.” Jongup pulled Himchan’s mouth back to his, shallowly thrusting his hips up against Himchan’s hand, urging him on.  He almost whimpered at the first foreign sensation of Himchan’s finger breaching the tight ring of muscle, uncomfortable but not painful.  Quickly the uncomfortable feeling gave way to something nicer, something that sent heat scorching up Jongup’s spine.  No embarrassment plagued him as he let his legs fall wider, allowing Himchan more room.  The man nipped his way down the column of his throat, the sting of his bites contrasting sharply with the pleasure racking his body.  A second finger pressing inside him had his body tensing again.  Himchan’s mouth closed around a hardened nipple as he curled his fingers inside the younger, dragging a cry from Jongup as electricity arced through him, leaving him gasping.  “H-Himchan…”                “Shh…I’ve got you.”                “I want you.” Jongup’s head spun, his mouth falling open on a silent cry as Himchan seemed to massage that spot inside him, waves of pleasure washing over him, refusing to let him come down from the high.  His hands clutched at Himchan, nails digging into his skin as he pleaded with the man for something more.  He wasn’t sure what the difference would be but he wanted the man inside him, not his fingers.  He whined when the fingers inside him withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and needy.                 “Last chance to change your mind, Jongup.”                Jongup shook his head, leaning up to catch Himchan’s mouth and arch his body up against the man’s.  He could feel Himchan’s hard lengt