The night was cold. But it was hot.
The night was cool. But it was sticky.
The silence outside was soothing. But he was hard.
Minseok rode naked on the bed. Thin sweat covered his body. It was difficult to admit for him, but this was happening because Jongdae was so fine.
He was naked, no, they were both naked, panting, with sweat covering their bodies
He continued to ride Jongdae, lifting up and sliding himself down. The intensity of the heat went up to his head, he could barely think straight. His mouth gasped for air, incoherently cursing words.
In return, Jongdae mercilessly moved his hips upwards, thrusting inside Minseok's tight hole, trying to catch up the pace. How beautiful it was to see Minseok breathing out his name while trembling. The sight was to sexy for anyone's good which made his cock twitch inside the other.
With this kind of pleasure Minseok received, he still felt pitiful and uncontrolled
Every after fuck, Minseok would mumble "I love you", instead of replying the same phrase, Jongdae constantly reply, "I know" and would drift off to sleep, back facing him. In the morning he'd wake up all by himself, searching for warmth, not heat, but the warmth and love he had been longing for. And he would find nothing. Jongdae regularly left wordless while he slept, leaving with no trace of contact, just cum and the smell of sex, which shattered Minseok's heart. He had sacrificed his own pride for Jongdae's attention and this kind of treatment was all he got.
Voice hitching, Jongdae muttered, "I'm close," holding a strong grip on Minseok's hips. "Come on, give it up."
Minseok forced to curve up his lips, so Jongdae wouldn't be bothered, and squeezed his manhood within him as they both came.
Being treated like this was okay. Minseok was a masochist and he was used to it. He could cry and pour his feelings in the morning anyway.
A/N. Thank you for reading. This story is also poster at asianfanfics and livejournal