It starts out like how they all do, with a little too much booze and a little too loose morals. And at first it’s funny. The s are heated and the caresses tickle, and they’re laughing because, who would have known, they’re both turning each other on.

Seunghyun’s chuckle is deep, a low murmur right against the Jiyong’s ear. The younger whines out a “hyunnggg~” through pouted practiced lips. Seunghyun knows them all too well, knows what they’re asking for. He’s known for a while, but especially now with all his inhibitions low and his spirits high, he can’t seem to refuse, can’t seem to turn down the small beautiful man wrapped up in his arms, whose hands are tightly at his shirt for a purchase yet to come.

Seunghyun can’t seem to hold it in any longer. And so he doesn’t.

At first Jiyong is tense by the sudden kiss; his eyes shoot wide open in surprise. But quickly he relaxes, melts into the other’s touch, pushing back hard until their chests flush together, opening his mouth wider, waiting for the other.

And of course he doesn’t have to wait for long.

Seunghyun loves how eager he is, loves how he can feel the other’s heartbeat quicken against his own, loves how he can hear the younger’s breath hitch as he slides a steady hand down to cup a heated .

They continue to play this game, see how far they go before someone says “stop”, before they realize how “wrong” this is. Except that moment never comes.

Seunghyun twists his hand around the swollen leaking head of Jiyong’s , making the younger moan against his neck, writhe in his arms. And Seunghyun swears he never felt anything so beautiful.