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It was a hot summer's day as the two men were hanging out in their apartment. The standing fan was set on oscillation mode, moving its head back and forth as cool air circulated throughout the room.

They were both laid on the couch, Geon-woo’s back against Woo-jin’s chest as the latter’s arms were sprawled lazily over Geon-woo’s body. They watched TV in silence.

Woo-jin sighs loudly, “I’m bored.” he said as he tapped his hand onto Geon-woo’s abdomen a couple of times, indicating the younger man to get up off of him.

Geon-woo’s body stirred, he had fallen asleep during the show they were watching, which was Physical: 100, both of the men liked the premise of the show and settled on watching it. Geon-woo’s head moved slightly to the side as soft, barely audible breaths escaped his lips.

Woo-jin was confused as to why he was being ignored, he furrowed his eyebrows slightly, “Yah,” his hand reached for the top of Geon-woo’s head, he intertwined his fingers with the soft, dark hair and rubbed his scalp with the pillows of his fingers. “Don’t ignore me.”

Geon-woo let out a soft murmur into the touch, moving his head back subconsciously. Woo-jin leaned in in an attempt at making the younger man move, but as he did the younger man mumbled something underneath his breath. Geon-woo turned around and laid his cheek on Woo-jin’s pecs, softly sighing as his hands wrapped around the other man’s waist, their lower limbs tangled.

“Oh, you’re sleeping.” he spoke as he leaned back into the arm of the couch. “Cute.” he smiled to himself as he relaxed his facial expression and continued to gently massage Geon-woo’s scalp in a soothing manner.

Woo-jin took the remote in his hand and turned the volume down to not disturb the younger man’s slumber, he set it down on the table, trying to not move too much because of the body laying on top of him. For a while he watched the top of Geon-woo’s head, petting it and rubbing his back.

Ever since Woo-jin met Geon-woo and spent the day with him he knew then and there that he would do anything for the younger man. Their bond was as strong as a brick wall, fortified with unwavering loyalty and unbreakable trust. It was a connection that transcends the ordinary, a profound intertwining of their souls that withstands the test of time.

Woo-jin sighed happily as he dipped his head to kiss the top of Geon-woo’s, inhaling the scent of the other man in the process. He planted a few more pecks before resting his head back against the arm of the couch.

Geon-woo softly moaned at the contact, beginning to slowly wake up from his nap. He slowly opened his eyes and was slightly confused as to how he ended up in this position. He was watching TV just a few seconds ago.

“Hyung…?” he repositioned his head to face Woo-jin, resting his chin on the older man’s chest, his eyes squinting slightly from the sleep still in them. Woo-jin gave him a soft smile before replying, “Hm? Did I wake you up?” he leant in to plant a kiss on Geon-woo’s forehead.

“Mm,” Geon-woo closed his eyes as the latter kissed him, a soft smile settling onto his face. “I fell asleep?” he murmured, sighing contentedly.

Woo-jin stroked his hair back and cupped the side of his head, “Yeah.” he responded in a gentle tone. Geon-woo leaned into the touch, exhaling a soft hum.

Woo-jin was melting inside at the sight, at this moment Geon-woo reminded him of a little kitten, softly purring as he was being petted. They remained in that tender embrace until the younger man fully awakened. “Hyung, what time is it?” Geon-woo slowly opened his eyes as he sniffled.

“I don’t know, maybe 5PM.” Woo-jin said as he resumed massaging the younger man’s scalp. Geon-woo’s eyebrows furrowed a bit as he replied, “I was out for 3 hours?” Woo-jin only nodded in response.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Geon-woo asked. “Technically I did.” the older man replied as he chuckled softly. Geon-woo gave Woo-jin a slight side smile, relaxing his eyebrows in the process, “I mean earlier.” he finished.

“I didn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep.” Woo-jin replied honestly as he dipped his head to kiss the tip of Geon-woo’s nose. The latter’s cheeks were dusting with a soft shade of pink. The younger man twisted his head to the side, plopping it back onto Woo-jin’s chest as he embraced the other man tightly.

Woo-jin laughed at Geon-woo’s movements, “Oh? Why so shy all of a sudden?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around the other, squeezing slightly.

“Hyung…” was all Geon-woo replied, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Oh!” the latter exclaimed as an idea bloomed in his mind, his head shot back up to look at Woo-jin, “Let’s go to the beach, hm? I know a spot where there's no people.” his eyes were twinkling, as if a thousand stars danced within their depth.

Woo-jin returned his wide smile, eyes crinkling at the creases, “Sure.” his thumb softly brushed the hairs that were in Geon-woo’s eyes away. Geon-woo leaned in and connected their lips in a loving kiss, softly sighing into it.

Woo-jin’s hand held the back of the younger man’s head during their little kiss, softly caressing the soft hair with his fingers.

Geon-woo pulled back slowly, eyes opening slightly as he rested his chin atop the other man’s chest, “Okay.” he whispered. Woo-jin opened his eyes and couldn't help but marvel at the younger man’s beauty. He felt truly lucky and blessed that he got to end up with someone like Geon-woo. “I love you.” purred Woo-jin, eyes lidding.

“I love you more.” was Geon-woo’s soft reply, his eyes crimped with mirth as he couldn’t stop smiling. “Impossible.” stated Woo-jin, not wanting to be one-upped by the younger man, his hand that was resting atop Geon-woo’s back bent as he reached for the latter’s nose, lightly pinching the tip.

Geon-woo shook off his fingers with his head as he grinned from ear to ear. He released Woo-jin from the hug, moving his arms to support his weight as he lifted himself up off of the other man. “Let’s go!” he exclaimed enthusiastically as he got off of the couch, taking Woo-jin’s hands in the process and lifting the latter up with him.

“Okay, okay.” Woo-jin complied as he was forced to stand up, his hands intertwined with Geon-woo’s fingers as he gave him one last peck on his plump lips. He gave the younger man a sheepish smirk before letting his hands go.

Geon-woo was almost vibrating from the affection he was receiving, his grin almost reaching the stars. In that moment, it felt as though the entire cosmos had aligned to shower him with love and adoration. He truly couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend, he loved Woo-jin with all of his body and soul, every fiber and nerve, every heartbeat and breath.

They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like hours, their gazes locked in a captivating dance of connection and intimacy. In those fleeting moments, time appeared to stretch, elongating each passing second into an eternity of shared emotions.

“At this rate we’re not gonna make it to the beach.” Woo-jin interrupted their moment as he chuckled softly, his hand reached up and cupped the side of Geon-woo’s face, “Let’s go, hm?” he slightly raised his eyebrows in question.

Geon-woo quickly nodded in reply, he swiftly grabbed the hand cupping his face with both of his and kissed the palm, “Okay, hyung.” he beamed and lowered their hands.

“Aish, you’re gonna be the death of me.” was Woo-jin’s reply followed with a slight eye roll, he couldn’t stop grinning, Geon-woo was too cute for his own good. Woo-jin intertwined their fingers once more as he started heading for their bedroom.

Geon-woo trailed along with him, hand in hand, “Hyung, let’s get some champagne on the way there.” the younger man offered as Woo-jin let his hand go to get a backpack and stuff two beach towels inside. He made his way to the drawer and retrieved their swimming trunks, he walked back to the backpack laying on the top of his bed and stuffed the swimming material into it, zipping it closed. “Oh, that’s a good idea.” he replied as he swung the backpack over his shoulder. “In a romantic mood, huh?” Woo-jin turned around to face the man that was waiting for him in the doorway, his eyebrows darting up a few times.

Geon-woo softly giggled as he looked down to his feet, the blush on his face deepening in color, “Yes.” he replied sheepishly and looked back up. Woo-jin was now in front of him, he raised his hand that wasn’t holding onto the backpack’s strap and gave Geon-woo’s cheek a light pinch before dropping it back down to his side, “Are you gonna buy me flowers, as well?”

Geon-woo’s eyes looked to the side in embarrassment, not wanting to look into Woo-jin's gaze, his smile was tight-lipped. “Yah, don’t look away from me.” Woo-jin purred, smirking as he leaned in closer to the younger man.

Geon-woo’s eyes trailed back to Woo-jin’s, the latter used the opportunity and closed the distance, kissing Geon-woo deeply, their eyes closing momentarily. The younger man sighed into the kiss. Woo-jin pulled away after a few seconds had passed, “Let’s go.” Geon-woo only nodded quickly in reply.

They made their way to the corridor, both slid into their sandals and headed outside, making sure to lock the door to their apartment. The men headed to the black Ford Mustang, unlocking it and stepping inside. Woo-jin tossed the backpack onto the backseat.

Geon-woo put the key in the ignition, turning it to the side as the engine roared to life, resonating with a low rumble that reverberated throughout the vehicle. His hands grasped the steering wheel, with a gentle press of the accelerator, the car glided forward, effortlessly propelling itself into motion, leaving behind a faint trace of exhaust in its wake.

Woo-jin sighed as he relaxed into the seat, he got his phone out of his pocket and took the aux cord into his free hand, quickly plugging it into his phone, “You have anything in mind?” he asked as he looked to the side of Geon-woo’s face.

The younger man pondered for a moment before he shook his head, “No, not really.” he replied keeping his eyes on the road.

Woo-jin nodded before turning his head back to quickly type into his phone, “There’s this song stuck in my head.” he chimed in as he put on The Ride by Serum and Bladerunner, the speaker came alive. The bass resonated with a deep, pulsating throb, adding a palpable energy to the atmosphere. Woo-jin turned the volume up.

They rode for a while in silence, listening to the music blaring throughout the stereo. After ten minutes of driving Geon-woo pulled up to a convenient store that was on their way to the beach, he lowered the volume so Woo-jin could hear him before turning to face him, “Do you need anything from here?” he asked with his eyebrows slightly raised.

Woo-jin looked back at him and shook his head, giving him a wide smile that resulted in the corners of his eyes crinkling. “No. Thank you, jagi.”

Geon-woo’s blush re-appeared on his face as his expression changed, he quickly shut the door, leaving the car running as he bolted to the convenience store.

He quickly found the flower aisle and grabbed the most perfect bouquet of flowers he could find, he ran to the alcohol isle and grabbed the fanciest looking champagne that could catch his eye. He swiftly dashed to the register and paid the cashier as he collected himself, exiting the store with the bouquet of flowers behind his back.

In the meantime Woo-jin was messing around with Geon-woo’s car, pushing random buttons till he finally found the one he was looking for, he pressed it with a grin and watched in amazement as the cabriolet’s roof gracefully unfurled, revealing the soft blue sky.

Geon-woo opened the door of his car with the hand that held the champagne bottle as he stepped in. The younger man was facing Woo-jin as the latter watched him enter, his eyes gleamed as his jaw dropped, “Wah, that looks so expensive, how much did it cost?”

Geon-woo smiled bashfully as he looked anywhere but into Woo-jin’s deep, dark brown eyes. He composed himself before he extended the arm that held the bouquet, offering it to the older man as he bowed, “For you.”

Woo-jin was speechless, he didn’t actually think that Geon-woo would buy him flowers, he was only teasing the younger man. He extended his hands to take the bouquet as he started, “Geon-woo-ya…” he trailed off as he was trying to find the right words for the man in front of him, seeing only the top of his head.

“Yah, look at me,” Woo-jin continued as he tapped the younger man’s head with his fingers multiple times. Geon-woo looked up as he beamed, unable to suppress his happiness. Woo-jin’s heart melted as his expression changed into a warm and tender smile, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Thank you.” Woo-jin returned Geon-woo’s facial expression as he took the bouquet into his hands and deeply inhaled the scent.

“Ah! These smell so nice!” Woo-jin exclaimed as he mirrored Geon-woo’s loving gaze, “You’re too much.”

Geon-woo couldn’t speak even if he tried, for the sight of Woo-jin radiating such pure happiness left him speechless. Unable to contain his blushing, Geon-woo's gaze momentarily faltered, his eyes flickering away before returning to meet Woo-jin's, “Anything for you, hyung.”

Woo-jin was grinning from ear to ear, his face litting up with an uncontainable joy, sometimes he really didn’t get what was going on in the younger man’s head. Geon-woo, often reserved in matters of romance, revealed a whole other side when it came to intimacy. It's like he flips a switch whenever he deems it necessary, transforming into a completely different person. Woo-jin wondered why those two sides couldn’t just merge together into one, but he wasn’t complaining, far from it. He loved Geon-woo for the person he truly was, nothing was going to ever change that.

Geon-woo handed the champagne bottle he was still holding to Woo-jin, the latter took it into his free hand and placed it on the floor next to his feet. He pressed the bottle in place to ensure it doesn't roll around or move too much. They both looked at each other at the same time and shared an affectionate gaze, their eyes locked in a tender exchange.

Geon-woo gave Woo-jin a quick wink before he smoothly maneuvered the car out of the parking lot, seamlessly merging onto the road. The outside world rushed by in a blur of colors and shapes, while Geon-woo maintained a steady focus on the road ahead.

Ten minutes of driving had passed and Woo-jin was growing bored for the second time that day. He looked down at the bouquet of flowers he was gently cradling and examined the flowers. He surveyed the car’s interior in search of something to engage with when his eyes landed on Geon-woo’s side profile, a mischievous idea bloomed at the back of his mind.

Woo-jin reached over and carefully placed the flowers onto the back seat before straightening back up in the passenger seat and looking forward onto the road, smiling slyly. His hand moved up and found Geon-woo’s thigh, placing it there.

Geon-woo's gaze briefly shifted to Woo-jin before refocusing on the road ahead. The older man’s hand slid lower down Geon-woo’s thigh. The latter ignored him. Woo-jin’s hand moved a tad lower, his hand was almost atop of the younger man’s groin.

“What are you doing?” Geon-woo asked, although he knew exactly what the other man was plotting. “Nothing.” was Woo-jin’s simple reply as he shrugged his shoulders, “Just sitting here.” Geon-woo knew Woo-jin wasn’t telling the truth, it was plain obvious. He rolled his eyes as he decided to simply continue ignoring Woo-jin’s wandering hand.

Woo-jin gave his bare thigh a light squeeze, starting to gently palm the area. “Hyung.” Geon-woo’s voice was deep and laced with warning. “What?” Woo-jin turned his head to look at the younger man, keeping a calm and neutral facial expression even though his eyes convey a sense of deviousness.

Geon-woo faces the other man for a brief moment, his eyes deep and intense, before returning his gaze to the road, concentrating. Woo-jin started to smirk as the younger man turned away, he loved that look on Geon-woo, he thought it suited him so well.

His hand stopped massaging the younger man’s thigh for a mere second before he went even lower and a bit to the side, positioning the palm over the front of Geom-woo’s shorts.

“Hyung.” Geon-woo exhaled with a hint of irritability behind it, Woo-jin only deepened his smirk as he looked out through the open window, pretending to be captivated by the scenery.

Woo-jin slid his hand down the front of the younger man’s shorts, lightly putting pressure with the palm of his hand. Geon-woo’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, Woo-jin was really going to test him now of all times.

Woo-jin was starting to slowly palm Geon-woo through his shorts, Geon-woo sighed at the feeling, letting out a low hum without meaning to. Woo-jin’s eyes shot back at the man to his side as an impish smile spread on his face, “What was that?” Woo-jin purred as he leaned in slightly closer to the younger man, Geon-woo’s eyes flickered to the other’s momentarily, trying to focus on the road. “Hyung, this is dangerous.”

Woo-jin chuckled under his breath, his free hand moving up to brush the side of Geon-woo’s face softly with his knuckles, “I trust you, you know how to drive.”

“Woo-jin-ya, seriously.” Geon-woo's voice was stern, he didn’t want to risk getting into a car crash, but Woo-jin’s hand on him felt so good, he was growing in arousal with every movement the older man made with his palm, he deeply exhaled through his nose.

Woo-jin’s hand fell from Geon-woo’s cheek onto his thigh, he moved his fingers towards the soft skin of the inside of the younger man’s thigh as he spoke. “Yeah, it does sound like you’re pretty serious about this.” Woo-jin replied casually, the smirk he was sporting now deepening as his eyes revealed a devious glimmer. His hand moved back and forth the other’s shorts, feeling the other stiffen under his fingers, it was a delightful feeling.

“Fuck, Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo trailed off as he tried to suppress a low moan. He never expected Woo-jin to have the courage to do something this reckless, that being said he found it extremely intoxicating. Woo-jin’s hands were moving to the front of Geon-woo’s shorts, retracting the waist band as the other hand palmed him through his underwear.

Geon-woo’s eyelids lidded a bit as they felt a heavy weight that was threatening to pull him down under, he gripped the steering wheel more firmly.

Woo-jin leaned in to plant a soft peck on his cheek before softly speaking into the other man’s ear, “This is my thanks for the flowers.” Woo-jin purred and leaned back to look at him. Geon-woo, in the brief moment of eye contact, caught Woo-jin winking at him slyly as his head dipped down.

Woo-jin pulled his underwear down and fully released Geon-woo’s fully erect cock from the soft fabric. The younger man felt a shiver run down his back, he mentally prepared himself as Woo-jin took the tip of his cock into his mouth, a soft moan escaping the latter as he licked in swirling motions around the head.

Geon-woo inhaled sharply through his nose, eyes momentarily darting down to look at the top of Woo-jin’s fluffy hair, he let one hand go from the wheel just to plant it softly atop his head. “Ah,” his fingers spread out evenly throughout the brown hair, softly massaging the scalp. “Woo-jin-ya…”

Woo-jin slid his tongue down as he lowered his head a bit more, softly humming in the process. “Fuck.” Geon-woo moaned out as the soft vibrations of Woo-jin’s humming overtook his body, the sensation felt exquisite.

The older man moved his head all the way down Geon-woo’s cock, his tongue gliding around from side to side. He pulled up slowly, his tongue trailing along, he reached the tip and gave one last swirl with his tongue before pulling up completely, a smacking sound escaping his lips.

Geon-woo wanted to push him down as he wanted the sensation to continue, but he just held his hand in place on Woo-jin’s head, soft pants escaping his parted lips.

Woo-jin didn’t take long before he was back on his cock, he set an excruciatingly slow pace as he started to move up and down Geon-woo’s shaft, as he went up his teeth grazed against the cock, which resulted in a choked moan from Geon-woo.

The younger man was fighting with himself in his mind, one side screaming at him to watch the road and be careful, the other to watch Woo-jin’s head bob on his cock. He preferred the latter in this instance.

His knuckles were painted white on the steering wheel as his grip tightened, eyes so intense that if anyone were to drive by them they would only be getting a death glare in return.

Woo-jin was exhaling soft, almost inaudible moans with every flick of his tongue, he relished the taste of Geon-woo, savoring the saltiness as it melted against his taste buds.

Geon-woo’s hand moved down Woo-jin’s hair, resting on the nape of his neck, his fingers tenderly stroking the skin as the younger man reveled in the feeling, hot puffs of breath bouncing off his lips.

Woo-jin let out a particularly loud moan as the tip of Geon-woo’s cock reached the back of his throat and slid down it, his eyes fluttered closed as pure bliss enveloped him, transporting him to a state of ecstasy.

“Ah, you’re so good at this.” Geon-woo expressed as the pillows of his fingers lightly brushed against Woo-jin’s neck, “So good to me.” his voice became deeper as he exhaled.

Woo-jin moaned at the soft affirmations, he focused on the tip, gliding his tongue gently against the slit. His mouth began to salivate and he could feel the anticipation building in his shorts. He continued the movements with his tongue, his hand reaching down to cradle his balls in his hand as the other took hold of Geon-woo’s hip.

“Ah,” Geon-woo moaned loudly at the new sensation, his eyes closing momentarily before focusing back into action. “Fuck, yeah,” he was panting louder as Woo-jin sucked him more profoundly. The latter engulfed Geon-woo’s cock fully into his mouth, savoring its taste as it was beginning to leak pre-cum, he allowed it to linger on his tongue. With each suck, he drew it deeper into his mouth, relishing the sensation as he was moaning in a more high-pitched manner. His lips formed a tight seal around the shaft, ensuring maximum contact.

“Holy shit,” Geon-woo exhaled as his panting was increasing, his moans were getting more intense, electricity shooting bolts up his body as his vision began to cloud with lust. “Fuck, Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo was having a hard time forming coherent sentences as Woo-jin’s pace increased, slurping sounds and loud moans echoing into the atmosphere.

Woo-jin replied with a long, deep “Mmpf.” as he felt pre-cum form in his own underwear, he gripped Geon-woo’s hip more firmly as he began to fondle his testicles, the latter letting out a strangled moan as his head fell back against the car seat’s headrest, his mouth agape.

“Fuck,” Geon-woo moaned, “I’m gonna cum.” he finished his sentence as his hand found it’s way back to the top of Woo-jin’s head, his long fingers interlacing with the styled hair.

Geon-woo’s eyes refocused on the road, his attention drawn by a flickering light in the distance. As he focused further, he realized it was a traffic light, glowing brightly in the blue sky that was beginning to set.

Judging by its distance, he estimated that it was approximately 2 miles away. His foot pressed down on the accelerator pedal, a surge of power flowed through the vehicle, the engine roared with a deep, resonant growl.

Woo-jin was pressed back half into his seat, half into Geon-woo as the car swiftly gained momentum, a loud choked moan escaped him as he was pushed down deeper onto Geon-woo’s erection by the motion. The younger man’s hand was rubbing his scalp in a soothing, comforting uncoordinated rhythm as he was reaching his high.

“Oh, fuck.” Geon-woo's mind was swimming in a sea of arousal, both at the speed he was driving and at Woo-jin’s mouth and tongue expertly moving on his cock. His panting was getting more erratic as he struggled to not thrust into the warm embrace of Woo-jin’s mouth. The traffic light was growing nearer as the green light shined in the distance.

“Woo-jin-ya!” Geon-woo exclaimed in a high-pitched exhale, his body was shuddering at the thrilling feeling it was experiencing. The light in the close distance began to flicker.

In a sudden realization, Geon-woo's eyes widened as he comprehended that he wouldn't be able to reach the traffic light in time. Reacting swiftly, his instincts took over as he forcefully stomped his foot onto the brake pedal. The vehicle responded, decelerating with a jolt, as he brought it to a controlled halt.

Woo-jin’s head almost hit the bottom of the steering wheel at the abrupt stop of the Mustang, Geon-woo’s hand had reacted in time and blocked the movement as it slightly moved to the side to shield Woo-jin’s ear.

“Fuck.” Geon-woo drew out the word as he moaned loudly, he reached his peak and climaxed down Woo-jin’s tight throat, his hips thrusting up in the process as his hand firmly held its place on Woo-jin’s head in warning to not pull up and off of his cock.

Woo-jin’s throat was seizing up as he was giving great effort in swallowing down all of the sperm it was receiving, moaning lowly in the process as his own erection tightened uncomfortably in his shorts.

Geon-woo was panting loudly as his eyes closed, his body finally releasing all of the tension it was holding and fully relaxing into the car’s seat.

His eyes fluttered open partly as his breathing became more calm and less ragged. His ears were captivated by a low rumbling sound that reached them.

As Geon-woo's consciousness gradually returned from his intense orgasm, he realized that a car had come to a stop beside them at the traffic light. He turned his gaze towards the vehicle that was higher than his own, observing its presence with a mix of curiosity and awareness, his elbow rested on the side of the open window as his hands grip remained on the steering wheel.

Woo-jin’s body stiffened as he realized someone had parked right beside them, feeling his face flush deep in color as embarrassment washed over him with the state his body was in.

Geon-woo’s eyes connected with the man to the side of him. The other driver's curious gaze scanned the younger man up and down, his raised eyebrows revealing a mix of surprise and shock at the scene he was intruding upon. Geon-woo gave the man a side smirk as his eyes lidded, with a casual nod upwards he acknowledged the presence of the other driver, extending a wordless greeting.

Before the other driver could even make a sound the traffic light sparked green in Geon-woo's peripheral vision, his foot swiftly stomped down onto the pedal as a surge of power coursed through the vehicle. The tires gripped the asphalt, and with a sudden burst of energy, the car accelerated forward. The screech of the tires echoed in the air, leaving behind a brief trail of sound as the car propelled itself ahead, leaving the traffic light and the other driver behind in a cloud of smoke.

Geon-woo turned his head back onto the road, he was feeling insanely exhilarated as he was speeding down the empty road with his cock in Woo-jin’s mouth. His hand gave a single stroke to the back of the older man’s head as he tugged his fingers in Woo-jin’s long curls, indicating the latter’s sign to get up.

Woo-jin complied instantly, lifting himself up off of Geon-woo’s cock with his tongue trailing along slowly, giving one last lick. A loud and breathy exhale escaped Woo-jin’s throat as his head pulled back, a saliva string still connecting him to the tip.

“Fuck,” Woo-jin exclaimed in a hoarse voice, “That was so fucking hot.” he finished speaking as he lifted his body up back into his seat, Geon-woo’s hand dropped down from the older man’s hair to his thigh in the motion. Woo-jin’s back rested back against the passenger’s seat, loud pants spreading into the atmosphere as he lifted one of his hands to rest back against his head.

Geon-woo tucked himself back into his underwear and shorts and planted his hand on Woo-jin’s thigh, squeezing it slightly as he looked at the man. Woo-jin looked back at Geon-woo, his lips slightly parted as he was still catching his breath, his throat feeling sore.

“Hyung.” Geon-woo said lowly, a grin plastered on his face as he turned his head back to watch the road. Woo-jin returned his grin instantaneously as he turned his head forward, his hand plopping down onto the back of Geon-woo’s

They stayed like that for a momentary lapse, relishing in the moment as the sky began its graceful descent towards twilight, painting the canvas with an enchanting palette of colors.

Geon-woo’s hand crept beneath Woo-jin’s own, slowly reaching its way towards the latter’s crotch. “Your turn.” Geon-woo remarked as he started palming at Woo-jin’s still erect cock.

Woo-jin's eyes momentarily shot back to look at the younger man before returning to the wide horizon, he gulped as his cock wasn’t being ignored anymore. Geon-woo’s fingers worked their way into his shorts, moving the material to the side to let Woo-jin’s cock spring out.

Woo-jin bit the inside of his lip with his front teeth as Geon-woo’s hand wrapped around his base and started to glide up and down at a steady pace. Woo-jin breathed out a sigh of relief from his nostrils, his eyes closed and his chin stuck out forward.

Geon-woo’s thumb planted on the tip of Woo-jin’s cock and rubbed around the slit in circles with excruciatingly slow movements, spreading the pre-cum around.

Woo-jin was letting out soft breathy moans by this point, the hand resting against his head moved down to the top of his back, the back of his head resting against the inside of his forearm.

Geon-woo was focusing his gaze on the road as he moved his hand, his eyes deep and dark. He was relishing in all the little noises Woo-jin was producing. He used his nails to gently stroke up the shaft and stop near the head of the cock, continuing to move like that for a few more strokes. Woo-jin let out a whimper at the intense sensation, his thoughts engulfed in a bottomless abyss of lust.

“Ah,” exhaled Woo-jin as Geon-woo quickened his stroking slightly, putting on more pressure as a form of suction. “Geon-woo-ya,” his chin moved up as his neck stretched to its fullest extent.

“Yes?” Geon-woo momentarily averted his eyes from the road to look at Woo-jin’s stiff form, “You know, you should really loosen up a bit. I think a vein is about to burst.” he joked as he flashed the older man an innocent grin, which actually was far from it. His gaze focused back to the road ahead, his eyes catching an upcoming sign that indicated their location was in just a few miles.

Woo-jin huffed out a laugh, his mouth momentarily twitching into an open smile. Geon-woo’s pace quickened, pumping Woo-jin’s cock in swift motions.

Woo-jin’s mouth dropped open as he was moaning with every thrust of Geon-woo’s hand he received, “Ah, fuck,” he was panting in between every obscene noise that he produced. Woo-jin moved his free hand to hold onto the younger man’s forearm as his strokes were reaching rapid speed.

“Geon-woo-ya!” he loudly exclaimed as his once black vision was blinded by a bright white of the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

Geon-woo’s pace slowed down as Woo-jin cummed all over his hand, his expression changing into a devilish smirk as an idea bloomed at the back of his mind about how to torture the older man even more. He stroked up one last time as he collected every last drop of sperm into the palm of his hand and fingers, he retracted his arm.

Woo-jin was slowly coming down from his high as he lazily turned his head to watch Geon-woo’s movements, his eyes half open and lips parted.

Geon-woo’s fingers spread as the sticky trail of semen clung to his hand, his eyes temporarily averted his gaze from the road as he examined it, his facial expression changed into a more mischievous one as he tried to remain a relaxed and blank stare. He moved the hand to his mouth as he watched the road, making sure to not miss his exit from the highway.

Woo-jin watched his movements with slightly furrowed brows, he wondered if he somehow managed to upset the younger man by messing up his hand, but at the same time he thought where else was he supposed to dispose of the clear liquid.

Geon-woo’s tongue darted out as he opened his mouth, he started to lick from the palm up to his index and middle fingers, engulfing them into his warm mouth as he swallowed down the salty contents, his lips smacking as he pulled the fingers out.

Woo-jin’s eyes slightly widened as his expression changed, he took hold of his cock and stuffed it back into his underwear and shorts as he watched Geon-woo licking his hand and fingers clean.

“Fuck.” was all Woo-jin managed to think of saying, eyes clouded with lust and excitement. Geon-woo returned the now clean yet still sticky hand back onto the steering wheel as he made a right turn. He looked back at Woo-jin with his eyebrows slightly up as an innocent smile spread across his face.

Woo-jin’s heart dropped down his throat and into the pits of his stomach, Geon-woo really knew how to taunt him, he thought. Woo-jin’s expression changed into a wide grin as he burst into laughter. Geon-woo joined in almost immediately, their laughter harmonizing in the air.

Minutes had passed as their laughter slowly dissipated. “That was sexy as fuck.” Woo-jin exclaimed as he started to calm down, his breathing evening out as he watched the sky change color with every passing minute.

Geon-woo could only grin at the comment as he navigated his vehicle into the parking lot of the beach, the tires rolling to a stop as he gently pressed his foot down onto the brakes. He quickly switched the ignition off, bringing an end to the rhythmic hum of the engine. He turned his body to face Woo-jin, his arm snaking around the headrest of the driver’s seat to plant his palm there, the other hand on his knee.

“Let’s go before the water gets too cold.” Geon-woo said as he gave a quick nod to the older man, the latter responding by pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Both of the men sighed into the delicate and soft connection of their lips before pulling away. “Let’s.” Woo-jin replied, his eyes soft with affection.

Geon-woo could feel heat rising to his cheeks, he quickly turned away and took hold of the car door’s handle, swiftly opening it and jumping out of the car with a bolt. He closed it before taking the keys and putting them into his pocket as he ran around the back of the Mustang to the passenger’s side. He hastily opened the door and waited for Woo-jin to exit, making an offer, “Jagija,” he said, extending the invitation as he caught his breath.

Woo-jin was absolutely smitten, his mouth agape at the sudden burst of affection, unable to respond in any way as he stepped out of the car, Geon-woo closing it behind. With a graceful motion, the younger man extended his hand toward the backseat of the cabriolet, retrieving the bottle of champagne and the beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers.

Woo-jin could only stare at the man in front of him with his lips slightly apart as he was being handed the flowers once more. “Jagi, carry them.” Geon-woo said as he motioned the bouquet closer to the older man.

Woo-jin took hold of the flowers with both of his hands as Geon-woo retrieved the backpack as well, quickly opening it to put the bottle in and zipping it back shut, he swung the backpack’s straps over his shoulders. “Come on.” the younger man said as he motioned to the side of the beach with his head.

With a subtle nod of agreement from Woo-jin both men set off towards the empty beach. As they reached the sand both took off their sandals and carried them in their hands, their footsteps leaving imprints in the warm sand. The rhythmic sound of crashing waves grew louder as they approached, the gentle sea breeze caressed their skin, carrying with it a hint of salt and the promise of a refreshing escape.

With anticipation coursing through their veins, Woo-jin and Geon-woo took their first steps into the crystal-clear water, their feet sinking into the cool, wet sand. The gentle waves lapped at their ankles, creating a refreshing sensation that sent shivers down their spines. “This is nice.” Woo-jin spoke softly, Geon-woo nodded in agreement, “Yeah.”

They began their leisurely stroll along the shore, immersing themselves in the serenity of the moment. It took them a few minutes to find the perfect spot to set their things down. They made their way out of the cold water back onto the soft and inviting sand, Geon-woo bent down to set the backpack onto the beach, unzipping it and unfolding the towels, neatly laying them on to the sand.

Woo-jin carefully planted the flowers atop on one of the towels, he stripped down all of his clothes and reached for the backpack, retrieving his and Geon-woo’s swimming trunks and swiftly slipping them up his lower body. Geon-woo copied the other’s movements when handed his swimwear, quickly putting them on. Woo-jin stuffed their shirts and shorts back into the backpack.

“I’ll race you,” Geon-woo stated in an offer to Woo-jin as he positioned his body towards the vast sea, grinning excitedly. Woo-jin smirked and mimicked the younger man’s movements, “You’re on.”

Both men, fueled by adrenaline, eagerly engaged in a race towards the depths of the water. They sprinted towards the water's edge, their feet barely touching the sand, propelling themselves forward, their hearts pounding with anticipation to win. With a synchronized leap, they dove head first into the water, their bodies propelled by the force of their stride.

The refreshing splash of water against their skin invigorated them as they embraced the thrill of the moment. They emerged their heads out of the water with a deep gasp, both panting as they stayed afloat.

“I think I won.” Woo-jin exhaled sharply, water getting into his mouth. Geon-woo quickly shook his head, “No, I did.” he stated back seriously.

“No need to get defensive about it.” Woo-jin joked as a grin spread on his face.

"I'm not, I'm just stating facts," Geon-woo replied, his voice confident and unwavering. With a composed demeanor, he shifted his swimming technique, transitioning to a backstroke.

"Yah!" Woo-jin exclaimed with a mix of annoyance and excitement, he swiftly followed Geon-woo’s lead, venturing further into the water to join the younger man. As he swam alongside Geon-woo, their laughter intertwined with the sound of the gentle waves.

After their muscles grew tired they pulled to a stop where the tips of their toes barely reached the sand beneath them. Woo-jin was the first to speak, “Fuck, it’s getting cold.” he let out in a shivery breath. Geon-woo agreed with a nod, “Yeah, let's get out.” his lips were beginning to turn a blue-ish hue.

They swam towards the shore, their movements gradually slowing down as they approached the shallower depths. With a final push, they emerged from the water, their bodies glistening with droplets that mirrored the fading sunlight.

A sensation of coolness crept over them, shivers ran through their bodies as they walked on the shoreline back to their discarded items, the sand beneath their feet no longer offering the same warmth it had earlier.

They briskly made their way back onto the warm and inviting sand. As they reached their destination Geon-woo instantly plopped down onto the towel, spreading his body out and basking in the sunlight as it began to warm his skin.

Woo-jin bent down to take the bouquet of flowers into his hand, he walked over to the open backpack and grabbed hold of the champagne bottle inside, gently placing the flowers atop the backpack.

Woo-jin skillfully maneuvered the bottle, with a firm grip, he twisted the cork, releasing a resounding pop that echoed through the air.

Bubbles danced and fizzed as the champagne erupted from the bottle, leaking all over Woo-jin’s fingers in the process. He pointed the bottle at Geon-woo, “Cheers.” he said as he pulled the bottle to his mouth and took a big gulp of the alcoholic liquid, a loud “Ah!” escaping his throat as he lowered the bottle away from his lips.

Geon-woo repositioned his body, resting the top parts of his limbs on his elbows, his posture relaxed. A smile spread on his face as his eyes squinted looking up at Woo-jin, the sun shining brightly into them.

The older man carefully settled onto the soft towel, his movements deliberate to ensure he wouldn't spill the remaining champagne. Sitting with his back straight, Woo-jin positioned himself on the towel, imprinting his ass cheeks onto the sand beneath to ensure a more comfortable spot where he could relax and enjoy the moment he and Geon-woo were sharing.

Woo-jin offered the bottle to the younger man, slightly tipping it in the process. Geon-woo took the bottle from the other man by its neck with his right hand as his body weight rested on his left elbow. He brought the tip of the bottle to his lips as he took a sip of its contents. Geon-woo lowered the bottle onto the towel as their eyes met.

“Yah,” Woo-jin exclaimed loudly, “Take a bigger sip.” he finished his remark and motioned with his hand to hurry up.

Geon-woo let out a soft chuckle at the eagerness of the other man, obliging to the instructions. The champagne bottle was passed around for a few rounds, they were beginning to feel the effects of the alcoholic liquid as it was nearing its end.

The sun began its gradual descent towards the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the surroundings, Geon-woo and Woo-jin couldn't help but notice the changing sky. The vibrant hues of the sunset painted the atmosphere perfectly, its dwindling sunlight cast long shadows and bathed everything in a soft, ethereal light.

“Hyung,” Geon-woo started, momentarily glancing down at the bottle before looking back into Woo-jin’s eyes. “Do you think we’ll grow old together?” there was a shimmer in his eyes as he asked the delicate question.

Woo-jin gaze lingered upon the younger man, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and tenderness. “Of course.” There was a depth in his stare that spoke volumes, revealing a connection that transcended words.

“I love you, Geon-woo-ya.” Woo-jin spoke softly as the atmosphere seemed to shift, and a profound silence enveloped them. The softness in his voice carried the weight of deep emotions, resonating with sincerity and vulnerability.

Geon-woo felt his heart skip a beat, his breath momentarily caught in his chest. His eyes widened momentarily, locking with Woo-jin's gaze, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a tender and vulnerable space.

Geon-woo’s lips parted, “Woo-jin-ya, I love you too.” his words carried the weight of loyalty and pure affection. They stayed like that for a few moments, though for them time seemed to stand still as they were basking in the profound connection they had.

Driven by an irresistible impulse, Woo-jin surrendered to the magnetic pull between them. Without uttering a single word, he crawled up on top of Geon-woo, cradling his lap as his eyes locked with the younger man’s, his gaze brimming with unspoken desire. Geon-woo’s free hand was placed on top of Woo-jin’s thigh, lightly grazing against the soft skin with the palm of his hand back and forth.

Woo-jin lowered his head as Geon-woo’s eyes lidded, scanning the body on top of him from head to toe, he knew exactly where this was going. “You know,” Woo-jin trailed off as his eyes landed on the champagne bottle still in Geon-woo’s hand, he took the bottle by its neck and into his left hand before continuing. “I love riding with you in your car,” he leaned over the younger man as his hand extended above him to securely place the bottle in the sand, ensuring that it remained steady and wouldn’t fall over.

Geon-woo was listening intently to what Woo-jin was saying, every word that escaped the older man’s lips seemed to hang in the air, captivating his full concentration.

Woo-jin retrieved his hand back to his form, the other brushing his index and middle fingers down Geon-woo’s abdominal muscles. “I think I would love to ride you, too.” he finally finished his sentence as their eyes locked again and a brief pause lingered in the air.

Geon-woo’s mind was a swirling sea of pure lust as he continued to silently hold Woo-jin’s gaze, his thoughts raced like waves crashing against the shore.

Geon-woo’s hand that wasn’t holding the bottle anymore reached for Woo-jin’s cheek, the latter leaning down in the process for easier access due to their position. The younger man cupped the side of the other’s face, his thumb softly brushing against Woo-jin’s cheek.

“Anything you want, jagi.” Geon-woo's voice, filled with tenderness and affection, resonated with a low, mesmerizing purr. His words, dripping with an intoxicating energy, carried a magnetic pull that held Woo-jin captivated.

Woo-jin’s lips parted as he fully leaned into Geon-woo’s form, his back bent and a side smirk on display through half closed eyes. Their lips met in a slow, intimate kiss, their surroundings melted into insignificance as their tongues danced with each other.

Geon-woo’s hand lowered from the older man’s cheek to cup the side of Woo-jin’s neck, his palm cradling the warmth that resided there. Woo-jin let out a soft exhale into their kiss through his nose, his hand resting on the side of Geon-woo’s torso.

As their lips merged in a slow, intimate kiss, moments seemed to stretch into infinity. Time became a mere illusion, forgotten and irrelevant.

With each passing second, their kiss deepened and became more passionate. Their lips moved in synchrony, relishing in the taste and texture, their bodies surging in electricity as their hearts beat in unison, the intensity of their arousal deepening by the second.

Woo-jin’s hand that was laying on Geon-woo’s stomach moved up slowly, fingers delicately tracing each defined muscle in its path. He reached the top of Geon-woo’s torso and gently pushed the younger man down, the latter’s head resting fully onto the towel.

Geon-woo's eyes slowly fluttered open, and for a moment, he was taken aback by the sudden end to their passionate kiss. His gaze held a hint of surprise and disappointment, as if he had been transported to another world and abruptly brought back to reality.

“Do we still have the bottle of lube in the backpack?” Woo-jin's straightforward question hung in the air, momentarily catching Geon-woo off guard. A flicker of annoyance crossed Geon-woo's face as he registered the question, “I don’t know. Check.” in that moment, a tinge of frustration welled up within Geon-woo as he contemplated the idea that Woo-jin could effortlessly discover the answer on his own.

"Aish, no need to be a brat about it." Woo-jin retorted, his voice tinged with a playful yet slightly exasperated tone. His words carried a touch of teasing, a light-hearted response to Geon-woo's momentary annoyance. The younger man only replied with a deep “Mhm.”

Woo-jin reached for the bouquet of flowers that was on
top of the backpack and set them down onto his towel at the furthest corner so it wouldn’t get in their way. He rummaged through the backpack, finding and taking the nearly empty bottle of lubricant. He gave it a shake as his gaze landed on Geon-woo’s own.

Woo-jin wiggled the small bottle in between his fingers,
creating a subtle motion that caught Geon-woo’s attention. “Found it.” Woo-jin said as he gave the younger man a cheeky grin.

As the words escaped Woo-jin's lips, Geon-woo's initial annoyance at the earlier question still lingered within him, albeit faintly. "Glad you managed.” the younger man retorted, his voice carrying a hint of teasing as he mirrored Woo-jin's grin.

Woo-jin’s facial expression dropped instantly. “Yah,” Woo-jin exhaled, his voice tinged with a hint of annoyance, “Don’t ruin the mood.” he snapped, to which Geon-woo’s eyes immediately flew open in surprise.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the younger man’s voice softened as he trailed off. Geon-woo instinctively reached out, his hand finding its place on the side of Woo-jin's hip, his touch was tender.

Woo-jin only rolled his eyes as he stood up from the younger man’s laying form. Geon-woo’s eyes followed Woo-jin’s every movement as he leaned in and straightened his back, his head tilting up. “I didn’t mean it!” Geon-woo blurted out, his words carrying a mix of urgency and sincerity.

Woo-jin couldn’t help but huff out a puff of air as his expression changed into a wide grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the process. “I’m just joking.” he offered, his words carrying a teasing tone.

As Geon-woo's eyes met Woo-jin's playful gaze, a profound sense of relief washed over him, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his chest. Geon-woo exhaled, “Don’t do that.” the younger man uttered as he lowered his gaze down.

Woo-jin, feeling the sadness in Geon-woo’s words, felt
a pang of guilt tugging at his heart strings. Yet, pride and defensiveness stirred within Woo-jin, clouding his better judgment. “You started it!” Woo-jin shot back, his tone guarded.

Geon-woo's head gently tilted back up, his eyes wide as they shimmered with a touch of vulnerability.
“You’re the one that asked the question,” the younger man spoke as the light caught the moisture that gathered in his eyes, giving his gaze a subtle glistening effect. “That didn’t even need my input!” he stated back, his words carrying a mix of sadness and frustration.

Woo-jin couldn’t believe the situation they've put themselves in, they had gotten from a heated moment to a heated exchange. He exhaled loudly as a means of giving up the argument, throwing his hands in the air in surrender. Geon-woo watched his movements as he slowly nodded his head in agreement.

Woo-jin's gaze fixated on the younger man, drawn in by the depth and intensity of his eyes. He looked Geon-woo up and down, examining his form, and found himself captivated by the shape of his almost bare body.

Woo-jin's eyes traced the lines of Geon-woo's figure with desire, appreciating the way his frame exuded strength and grace at the same time. From the broadness of his shoulders to the defined muscles of his arms, legs and chest, every detail seemed to captivate Woo-jin's growing erection.

He reached for the waistband around his swimming trunks with his thumbs, swiftly pulling them down as he bent his back. Woo-jin took the trunks in his hands and plopped them onto the towel that wasn’t occupied and he straightened up.

Geon-woo's eyes remained fixed on Woo-jin's every movement, subtly swaying as he tried to adjust to the shifts in the atmosphere around them. As Geon-woo's gaze fell over Woo-jin's form when his posture straightened, the latter sporting a tantalizing sight, all defined muscles stretching over his body, the younger man’s eyes landed on Woo-jin’s semi-hard erection. His mouth couldn't help but respond with a subtle hint of salivation, he felt his cock in his swimwear grow with anticipation.

“Come here.” Geon-woo instructed in a soft tone, his arm reaching out to Woo-jin, to which the latter instantly obliged, kneeling on the towel next to Geon-woo’s sitting form. The younger man snaked his hand around the back of Woo-jin’s neck and pulled the man closer, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Geon-woo nipped gently on Woo-jin’s bottom lip in between kisses, his hand running through his soft curls as the other brought him in closer by the small of his back. Woo-jin was straddling the younger man’s thighs by this point, both resuming their previous positions with Geon-woo fully on his back while Woo-jin hovered over him.

Woo-jin’s hand slid down Geon-woo’s body, his long and delicate fingers tenderly tracing an invisible line, starting from his chest, trailing down to his abdominal muscles and finally to the waistband of his swimwear. His fingers looped over the band and tugged down, springing Geon-woo’s cock free from the tight hold of his trunks. Woo-jin momentarily got off of Geon-woo so he could slip the swimming trunks fully down and discard them next to his own.

A faint gasp escaped Geon-woo’s lips, his senses heightened as the gentle breeze swept over his entire naked body, the cool air brushed against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

Woo-jin climbed back on top of Geon-woo’s lap, their eyes locking for a mere second before Woo-jin’s gaze lowered down the younger man’s body. He brought one of his hands and planted it on Geon-woo’s waist as the other took hold of his cock, giving one long stroke before shuffling closer on the man's lap.

Woo-jin held Geon-woo’s cock in place as he grinded against it with his own, both men exhaling deeply at the divine contact. Woo-jin took both erections into his palm and stroked a couple of times before starting to thrust into his palm and against Geon-woo’s cock, his head momentarily dipping back at the feeling as a moan escaped his mouth.

Geon-woo shuddered at the feeling, a surge of electricity coursed through his veins, causing his eyes to go hazy. “Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo moaned out lowly, eyes watching Woo-jin’s hand and hips move.

Woo-jin was watching his own hand slowly stroking their cocks together, finding himself utterly mesmerized by the sight before him. The rhythm of Geon-woo’s soft breaths and moans echoed in his ears, Woo-jin was floating on cloud nine.

“Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo breathed out, his voice dripping with a blend of desire and urgency,
"Pass the lube." every word that escaped his lips was laced with lust and longing, electrifying the air between them.

Woo-jin only nodded his head to the side at the bottle next to Geon-woo’s hand, indicating the latter to get it himself. Geon-woo’s head turned and located the tiny bottle, he grabbed it and swiftly opened the lid with his thumb, bringing it closer to his chest as his knees lifted up, sliding Woo-jin off of his lap and onto his stomach.

“Ah,” Woo-jin gasped, startled by the sudden movement as he had to let go of their cocks and the feeling they were both experiencing. “Come closer.” Geon-woo instructed as he gave the bottle a vigorous shake, squeezing the bottle and coaxing his fingers with the remaining liquid.

Woo-jin did as instructed, moving closer to the younger man’s face as the latter’s hand lifted his ass up, making Woo-jin lose his stability slightly. Woo-jin’s left hand landed next to Geon-woo’s head, supporting his weight as his right hand gripped his erection.

Geon-woo was looking at Woo-jin’s movement before landing on his dark tinted eyes. The younger man’s breath hitched as Woo-jin guided his cock to his cheek, the touch feeling so intense it sent a shiver down his spine. With a stroke, Woo-jin spread pre-cum across Geon-woo's skin, his cock tracing a path to his parted lips.

Woo-jin's gaze was fixated solely on Geon-woo, unwavering and filled with desire. His eyes traced every subtle movement, every expression the man was making. He slid the tip of his cock over Geon-woo’s soft, plump lips, coating them in pre-cum as the latters tongue softly stuck out.

Geon-woo’s eyes were lidded with lust, his hand gently squeezed Woo-jin’s ass cheek as the lubricant coated fingers slided against his hole, circling in slow, tender motions.

Woo-jin gasped softly at the cold sensation, moving his cock against Geon-woo’s parted lips, thrusting up against them. He slid down across his chin, his jaw and onto the other cheek as he gently stroked the laying man’s face with his cock.

Woo-jin couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight before him. Geon-woo’s presence was nothing short of hypnotic. The way his eyes sparkled with want sent Woo-jin into a frenzy. “You look gorgeous like this,” Woo-jin purred, informing the younger man, “With my dick on your face.” Woo-jin’s lips curled into a smirk, his expression burning with desire.

Geon-woo's lips quivered as a soft whimper escaped them, betraying the overwhelming surge of pleasure and longing that coursed through his body. He slid one of the fingers into Woo-jin’s hole, causing the other man to shudder. “Fuck.” Woo-jin exhaled as he slid his cock to the bottom of Geon-woo’s lip, pressing down on it. Geon-woo parted his lips more as Woo-jin slipped the tip into his mouth and against his tongue.

Geon-woo slowly ran his tongue over the slit as he smoothly slipped in another finger. “Ah,” Woo-jin exhaled sharply, moving his cock deeper into the warm embrace. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Woo-jin whispered sharply, his words laced with desire, captivated by the sheer beauty that radiated from every inch of Geon-woo.

Geon-woo could feel his face heat up, a soft, rosy blush began to bloom across his cheeks. The younger man moaned faintly in response, mesmerized by Woo-jin’s stare. The power of his gaze held Geon-woo in a trance, igniting a fire within him and leaving him craving more.

Geon-woo’s fingers started to move in a steady and slow pace, stretching Woo-jin out, his hand was palming at the cheek it was resting on.

Woo-jin’s soft breaths were turning into moans as he felt himself being swept away into a whirlpool of pleasure, his senses drowning in a sea of bliss. Every touch, every caress from Geon-woo's hands sent waves of ecstasy through his body, rendering him breathless and lost in the moment. He slowly thrusted into Geon-woo’s mouth as he surrendered himself to the currents of pleasure that engulfed him.

Geon-woo slipped in his ring finger as his pace remained the same, he was softly moaning as Woo-jin gently thrusted into his mouth. Geon-woo's eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering himself to the soft breaths and sighs that escaped Woo-jin’s lips.

“Geon-woo-ya,” Woo-jin whispered gently as he stopped moving, resting the tip of his cock against Geon-woo’s soft tongue. The younger man’s eyelids barely lifted, his drowsy eyes slowly focusing back into the depths of Woo-jin’s lustful gaze.

Woo-jin slipped his cock out of Geon-woo’s tongue and down his bottom lip, tapping against it lightly. He straightened his back, maintaining eye contact with the younger man as he let go of his erection to reach behind himself and remove Geon-woo’s fingers, sighing in the process.

The older man took the small bottle that was discarded on the beach towel and squeezed the remnants onto his palm. Woo-jin reached over his back in search of Geon-woo’s cock, slowly stroking and coating it in lubricant, to which the latter gasped as his neglected erection was finally getting some friction.

Woo-jin was holding Geon-woo’s cock by its base as he positioned himself over it, rubbing the tip of its head against his hole in a teasing manner. Geon-woo sighed as he dropped his legs fully down onto the towel, his hands gently landing on Woo-jin’s waist. Both his and Woo-jin’s lips were parted, their minds slowly getting lost in each other’s gazes.

Woo-jin slowly slipped Geon-woo’s head into his hole, the sensation buckling his knees, “Ah,” he hissed,
his eyes shut and his face scrunched up as he fully slipped down and sat comfortably on top of Geon-woo’s lap.

Geon-woo’s hands tightened a bit on Woo-jin’s waist from the latter’s scorching hot embrace. A moan escaped his lips as he arched his back slightly.

“Oh, fuck.” Geon-woo breathed, his eyes drowsy with lust and want as he watched Woo-jin’s reaction. Woo-jin was slowly collecting himself, taking his time as he adjusted to the burning yet delightful sensation.

It took Woo-jin a few moments to regain his composure and adjust to the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body, his heart raced as his mind was consumed by a whirlwind of want and need.

“Woo-jin-ya, please,” Geon-woo softly pleaded, his voice filled with desire. Woo-jin’s ears perked up, instantly alert to the invitation of the younger man’s plea, igniting a surge of power within him. “Please, what?” Woo-jin asked, his tone deep and gaze intensifying as he leaned in closer to Geon-woo.

Geon-woo's pupils dilated at the sudden shift in tone, feeling himself throb inside Woo-jin. The younger man let out a soft whimper, his body reacting to the intoxicating pull of desire that enveloped him. “Please, move.” Geon-woo pleaded in a soft voice.

Woo-jin couldn't help but sport a mischievous smirk as he observed the enticing sight before him. He obliged, not wanting to torment Geon-woo any longer than he already has.

Woo-jin slowly pulled himself up Geon-woo’s cock, his mouth hanging agape in the process, he lowered himself back down and exhaled deeply, hands dropping to each side of Geon-woo’s torso as he stared into the latter’s chest.

Geon-woo moaned in a low pitch tone as Woo-jin started to settle on a pace, one of his hands ran down Woo-jin’s shoulder, down to his elbow and held onto it, softly squeezing in affirmation. “Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo spoke lightly.

Woo-jin raised his head, his eyes immediately captivated by the sight of Geon-woo's relaxed and alluring form sprawled before him. Woo-jin's breaths came out in soft, rhythmic pants, “Yeah?” he asked on an exhale.

"Kiss me.” Geon-woo said tenderly, his voice filled with lust, he leaned his head closer to Woo-jin, his lips invitingly parted. Without any hesitation, Woo-jin closed the distance between them, capturing Geon-woo's lips in a passionate, intoxicating kiss. The world around them faded away as their connection deepened, Woo-jin’s body moving up and down as electric chemistry pulsed between them. It was a moment of pure bliss.

Woo-jin leaned back as he broke the kiss, his pace quickening as he was starting to jump up and down onto Geon-woo’s leaking cock. Woo-jin's soft, yearning cries filled the air, their echoes lingering in the crashing of the waves.

Geon-woo's breaths became deeper and more deliberate, his chest rising and falling in sync with each movement. He fought to maintain control over his mounting urgency, aware of the need to resist the overwhelming desire to take over.

“Fuck, Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo’s head was relaxed on the towel as his eyes were closed, he reveled in the exquisite sensation of exploring every inch of Woo-jin's body. His hands roamed freely, tracing the contours of Woo-jin's abdominal muscles, gliding along the smoothness of his thighs, and gently caressing the curve of his waist. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through Geon-woo.

Woo-jin was quickening the pace, his neglected cock bouncing in the air with each of his jumps. His pants mixed with moans were growing deeper as he was captivated by the intoxicating sensation of Geon-woo’s cock, his body quivering with every touch of his fingers.
Woo-jin felt like he had transcended into a heavenly realm, overwhelmed by the pleasure and bliss he was experiencing.

"Geon-woo-ya," Woo-jin whimpered, his voice filled with longing and desire. “Fuck.” Geon-woo exhaled, he opened his eyes as his vision blurred, the sounds Woo-jin was making like a melody to his ears.

Geon-woo couldn’t take it anymore. He bent his knees and lifted his hips momentarily, solely for the purpose of sending Woo-jin down onto his chest. As Woo-jin propped himself up on his forearms, his gaze locked with Geon-woo's intense eyes. In response, Geon-woo's hand stealthily found its way towards the back of Woo-jin's head, guided by an irresistible urge. His fingers intertwined themselves into the soft locks of hair as he collided their lips into a fervent and passionate kiss, their raw desires intertwining and igniting a fiery spark between them.

Geon-woo took the opportunity to take over the speed of things. He set a fast pace as he thrusted himself in and out of Woo-jin’s tight hole, his free hand sneaked over to plant itself onto Woo-jin’s hip, gripping tightly. Woo-jin couldn’t help but gasp at the sudden change of pace, eyes squinting shut as Geon-woo licked into his mouth.

Geon-woo was moaning into Woo-jin’s mouth, each thrust with an intensity that matched the rapid beat of his racing heart, his hips moving at a breakneck speed, loud and rapid slapping noises echoing into the setting sun. He was pumping and gripping with an intense passion that was hard to contain. Each motion was fueled by desire, mirroring the electric current that surged through his veins.

Woo-jin was a slobbering and mumbling mess by this point, his mind completely lost as Geon-woo took control. His hands weakly moved to rest atop Geon-woo’s shoulders. Woo-jin’s body was crashing in waves of pleasure, leaving him completely lost in the depths of desire caused by Geon-woo.

Woo-jin tried to reach for his aching cock that was leaking a puddle onto Geon-woo’s stomach, desperately wanting the release that was so close.

“Don’t.” Geon-woo growled, their lips brushing as he spoke. His eyelids were lidded as they locked eyes with Woo-jin’s. Woo-jin was moaning desperately, “Why?” he drew out his question in a long moan.

“Trust me.” was all Geon-woo managed to whisper amidst their exchange as he couldn’t bear keeping their lips apart anymore. He closed the distance between them once again as their eyes fluttered shut, their mouths colliding in an intoxicating embrace.

Geon-woo’s thrusting was growing more vigorous, the hand in Woo-jin’s hair tightening as he was reaching his peak, his body jolting in electricity of the intense pleasure he was feeling. Woo-jin’s body was sparking an intense and undeniable sensation that left him trembling with desire.

“I’m gonna cum.” he breathed into Woo-jin’s agape mouth, his moans erratic as he tried to pick up the already intense pace. “Fuck!” Woo-jin shouted, his body going numb with the sheer force of Geon-woo’s thrusting.

Geon-woo was finally on cloud nine, dancing with the angels as a white blinding light clouded his vision. He heard the faint sound of screaming as his ears rang, his body was experiencing pure euphoria, every nerve and cell tingling with blissful sensations.

Woo-jin had fully collapsed on top of Geon-woo as the man shot hot streaks of cum down his asshole, the latter’s legs giving out and plopping back down onto the towel. Woo-jin’s panting was harsh as he was trying to catch his breath.

Geon-woo was slowly starting to come down, his hand tenderly moving in Woo-jin’s soft hair. His breathing was less erratic and more composed, he slowly opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the sky. Soft hues of pink and orange melted into shades of purple and blue, creating a captivating view.

Woo-jin exerted a gentle effort, gradually lifting his body and resting on his forearms, feeling the softness of the damp towel beneath him. Their gazes intertwined in a moment of profound connection. “Woo-jin-ya,” Geon-woo spoke faintly, “I want you to cum on my face.” he instructed as his eyelids lidded with desire.

Woo-jin could feel his heart in his throat, the intensity of his desire washed over him like a tidal wave, enveloping him in a surge of longing and want that left him breathless. “Okay.” he breathed out softly, lifting his body fully off of Geon-woo’s chest and stretching for a moment. He lifted himself off of Geon-woo’s cock and gasped softly, feeling the fullness leave him completely.

Geon-woo sighed as he closed his eyes, he felt Woo-jin move up his chest with the help of his thighs, he settled straddling Geon-woo’s neck, his form leaning comfortably on the younger man's chest. His hand finally took hold of his neglected cock, softly exhaling at the touch.

Woo-jin’s free hand extended to cup the side of Geon-woo’s cheek, his thumb softly stroking his cheek as the latter opened his eyes partly. Woo-jin’s thumb tenderly glided over Geon-woo’s cheek to his plump lips, leaving a tingling sensation in its trail.

Geon-woo sighed at the soft touch, his lips parting against Woo-jin’s thumb. The sight of Geon-woo's beauty once again held Woo-jin in a state of mesmerization. His gaze lingered on Geon-woo, unable to look away as he was entranced by the sheer allure that emanated from him.

"Pretty." the single word was all he could manage to articulate, his thoughts scattered, his mind was overwhelmed by the breathtaking scene before him.

A warm flush crept up Geon-woo’s cheeks, coloring them in a rosy hue. “Hyung…” he barely uttered, for a fleeting moment his eyes averted, feeling embarrassment wash over him at the sudden affection he was receiving.

Woo-jin’s thumb moved down Geon-woo’s bottom lip, pulling at it lightly as the latter’s mouth opened more. His thumb slipped into the warm space, sliding down Geon-woo’s soft tongue as his eyes lidded with lust and desire.

He started to slowly stroke his erection as his thumb explored Geon-woo’s mouth, his hand moving to cup his jaw. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth.” Woo-jin purred, his lips parted.

Geon-woo’s eyes widened momentarily, feeling a sense of nervousness wash over him, he remembered the last time they entertained the thought.

“I won’t go in too deep.” Woo-jin reassured, his eyebrows momentarily going up, Geon-woo nodded once in response, his nerves calming instantly.

Woo-jin’s thumb slided down Geon-woo’s tongue and landed on the bottom row of his teeth. He pushed his thumb down, opening Geon-woo’s mouth wider as he guided his cock to his lips.

Geon-woo’s body shuddered involuntarily, his mouth instinctively started to salivate, a physiological response triggered by a mix of anticipation and desire.

Woo-jin slowly slipped the tip of his cock into Geon-woo’s mouth and onto his tongue, smearing the pre-cum around. Geon-woo moaned softly as the salty texture washed over his taste buds, the flavors danced upon his palate as he savored them.

Woo-jin moved in deeper, sliding down Geon-woo’s tongue as he exhaled. “Suck.” Woo-jin instructed, the commanding tone held an irresistible allure, carrying a potent desire. Geon-woo could feel a surge of excitement that coursed through his veins, he complied
as he sensually pressed his tongue against Woo-jin’s shaft, forming a seal around it with his lips. His tongue swirled around the tip as his cheeks hollowed, creating a suction effect.

“Fuck,” Woo-jin breathed, he let go of his cock and reached for Geon-woo’s hair, softly running his fingers through it. “You feel amazing.” Woo-jin purred in a soft, seductive tone.

Geon-woo moaned at the praise, his eyes, weighted with blissful surrender, closed in a moment of pure indulgence. He was savoring the delicate touch that Woo-jin’s fingers had on his scalp, it spoke volumes of desire and adoration. He ran his tongue along Woo-jin’s cock as the latter was slowly thrusting into his mouth.

With a breathless sigh of pure ecstasy, Woo-jin reveled in the depths of his bliss. The sheer pressure of Geon-woo’s mouth was coursing pleasure through his veins.

He felt his cock throb on Geon-woo’s tongue, the latter moaning softly in exchange. The desire within Woo-jin burned with an insatiable intensity, craving more, yearning for an even deeper connection, every fiber of his being pulsated with a voracious need.

Woo-jin quickened his pace, his hips moving in short erratic thrusts as Geon-woo’s eyes fluttered open, a sudden awakening that brought a heightened sense of awareness.

Woo-jin was panting and moaning softly with each thrust, the hand in Geon-woo’s hair tightened as he intertwined his fingers with the soft strands.

Geon-woo was beginning to whimper as Woo-jin slid his cock down further, with each incremental movement, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability coursed through Geon-woo's being. The sensation of Woo-jin’s tip touching the back of his throat triggered a reflexive response, causing his throat to constrict momentarily.

“Mhpf,” was all Geon-woo managed to muffle as Woo-jin slid down even deeper, unable to control his erratic thrusts. Geon-woo’s hands shot to Woo-jin’s thighs, putting pressure against them as an indication for the older man to calm down.

“Ah, fuck,” Woo-jin exhaled through loud moans, feeling the sweet chase of his release, hot pulses coursing through his whole body.

Geon-woo's eyes, glistening with unshed tears, could barely focus on Woo-jin, he was too focused on putting pressure on his throat to not let Woo-jin’s cock slip in any deeper. The overwhelming intensity of pleasure and the arousing sensations that enveloped him became almost too much to bear.

“I’m—“ Woo-jin couldn’t finish his sentence as the loud moan erupted from his throat, he quickly retrieved his hand from Geon-woo’s chin to grip his cock in his palm, pulling it out of his mouth as he cummed on Geon-woo’s tongue. Woo-jin swiftly guided the stream that was erupting to Geon-woo’s lips, then his cheek and all over his face.

Geon-woo swallowed the salty contents on his tongue as he desperately gasped for air. Woo-jin gently rubbed his semen with the tip of his cock around Geon-woo’s face as if he was painting on a canvas. His eyes clouded with lust as he was coming down from his high.

"Fuck,” Woo-jin exhaled as the word escaped his throat, “You look so good like this.” he parted his lips, a rush of sensations coursed through his veins, leaving him feeling intoxicated.

Geon-woo’s lips curved into a smile momentarily, a subtle expression that played upon his features. Woo-jin guided his cock, gathering the pool of cum that remained on Geon-woo’s cheek and sliding it to his lips, “Open.” he softly instructed.

Geon-woo’s eyes fluttered, surrendering to the instruction given and parting his lips. Woo-jin slipped his cock into Geon-woo’s mouth again, “Suck.” his eyes welled up with desire.

Geon-woo let out a soft, barely audible moan as his lips sealed around Woo-jin’s cock once more, his tongue instinctively darting to the slit, greedily lapping at the salty liquid that coated his taste buds, overpowering them with its strong taste.

“Yeah.” Woo-jin breathed out, “You like my cock in your mouth?” he asked, his eyebrows slightly lifting up in question. Geon-woo could only moan in response as his ability to form words was hindered by Woo-jin’s cock.

Woo-jin slipped out of Geon-woo’s mouth and rested his body on the top of the latter’s chest. A grin slowly spread on his face. “This look really suits you, I should take a picture.” he joked as he reached for his phone.

Geon-woo’s hand quickly shot up to catch Woo-jin’s reaching hand, “Don’t you dare.” he matched the older man’s grin, starting to softly chuckle as Woo-jin playfully swatted at his hand. “No, I’m gonna do it,” Woo-jin asserted, his determination evident in his tone. He took the phone out of the backpack, swiftly unlocking it and navigating to the photo app. Without hesitation, he held the phone up to Geon-woo's face.

"Hyung," Geon-woo pleaded, his voice carrying a gentle undertone of earnestness. A mischievous smirk graced Woo-jin's face, adding an air of playfulness to his demeanor. “Say cheese!” Woo-jin exclaimed, his voice brimmed with enthusiasm.

Geon-woo’s face fell flat as he stared into the camera, waiting for the inevitable. Woo-jin took a couple photos but he felt like something was missing. He reached his hand down to cup Geon-woo’s cheek as his thumb pulled his bottom lip down. “There,” he said as he snapped the final picture.

“Perfect.” Woo-jin declared as he marveled at his phone screen. The image displayed a captivating close-up of Geon-woo's face, glistening with a subdued gleam of Woo-jin’s cum. The photo captured a moment of raw passion, revealing the intensity and determination etched upon Geon-woo's features.

Geon-woo exhaled deeply as he pushed Woo-jin off of him and reached for the backpack to retrieve his underwear and shorts. “Delete that right now.” Geon-woo spoke again, his voice soft.

Woo-jin, now on his back, quickly set the picture as his lock screen and discarded the phone on top of the towel, taking his clothes that were being offered by an already half dressed Geon-woo as he stood up.

"Yeah, sure.” Woo-jin replied, his voice laced with a playful tone of teasing. He rolled his eyes as he slipped his underwear and shorts comfortably back onto his lower half.

Woo-jin plopped back down onto the towel next to Geon-woo’s sitting form, he draped his arm over the latter’s shoulders and gently pulled him into a warm and secure embrace. Geon-woo’s head rested on Woo-jin’s shoulder, time seemed to stand still. The rhythmic sound of their breaths intertwined, the weight of the world momentarily lifted as they found solace in each other's presence.

“You should probably wash that off before it dries.” Woo-jin’s words disrupted the calm atmosphere, sending Geon-woo to burst into laughter. Woo-jin couldn’t help but join Geon-woo, their chuckles intermingling in a harmonious symphony of shared amusement.

“Yeah, I should.” Geon-woo grinned as he lifted his head up and faced Woo-jin, surging forward and smacking their cheeks together, smearing the sticky contents onto the other's skin.

“Yah!” Woo-jin exclaimed as he shot back, his hand instantly reacting and reaching to wipe at his face.

Geon-woo swiftly leaned in and knocked Woo-jin over onto his back, he straddled the man’s lap as he leaned in to plant a peck on Woo-jin’s lips, smiling sheepishly as he leaned back.

"Aish," Woo-jin exhaled, a gentle exclamation that carried a mix of affection and exasperation. In that fleeting moment, their eyes locked, becoming the sole focus in a world filled with warmth and tenderness. “You’re such a brat.”