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“Still into me, despite already having a boyfriend?” whispered the other man right on his ear, deep with a hint of strain from the excess energy he put on moving his lower half of body. Waist pistoning fast-pacedly, tanned skin slamming against the pale oneーboth were glistening with sweat. “What a slut, Noah-hyung.”
Amidst the blur taking over his pair of azure eyes and the fog surrounding his brain, he saw the very man that has taken a grasp over his life for these past years. Still the same boy he had known from when he were a child, the same man that he had spent countless sleepless nights over, pondering on what went wrong and what could have been.
What a slut, he said.
Yet, why are you still making the same expression you always did while making love to me? Why the long face?
I don’t deserve you, Hamin-ah.
Realizing the tears spilling from his eyes, Noah circled his arms on Hamin’s neck, face planted on his forearm in an attempt to hide whatever expression he were making. Despite the way Noah sobbed, Hamin didn’t show any sign of slowing down soon.
Noah could felt the pair of big hands holding his thighs upward starting to make rounds of caresses, gentle, a contrast to his ex’s rough fucking. Hamin’s length felt the same as ever in his openingーif not nicer; a comfortable heat slowly building on his hole from the consistent pounding.
It’s the man he had always loved sending an unbearable pleasure to his system. Hamin reduced him into a jumbled string of moans. He’d always demanded Noah to just give his all to the younger man.
“Nobody could love you better than I do.”
See?
Unable to escape the pleasure nor forming a coherent thought, Noah nodded while spreading his legs wider reflexively. His grip on Hamin’s shoulder went harder; nails scratching his broad back as the other man’s movement grew desperate.
The only thing Noah remembered before losing consciousness is his incessant mumble of I’m yours's and pleases.
And Hamin’s thin pair of lips ravaging his own as white exploded on his vision.
“I broke up with my boyfriend months ago.”
That was the first sentence that had came out of Noah’s lips after he regained consciousness. Right as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that Hamin had changed into his full attire, signing that he were ready to scram the fuck off of his home.
The home that had once been Hamin’s home, too. Before Noah decided that he couldn’t do this anymore.
Hamin stopped mid way from picking up his backpack and turned his head to Noah. His stare was flat, lips formed into a tight line. Despite all of that, his pair of raven eyes screamed everything.
I mistakenly took you when I know that you’re already someone else’s.
Slowly getting up from the bed, Noah approached Hamin who had been standing straight in the same position, naked state be damned. The blond stood in front of the younger, searching for his eyes, to find himself a little bit disappointed because Hamin didn’t bother lifting his head.
A faint smile formed on Noah’s lips as he went against his desire to hold Hamin’s hand.
“I know what kind of guy you are,” Noah continued, picking his nails to calm his anxiety down from the thought of Hamin leaving. “I know you’re sorry for tonight because you thought that it’d be cheating. But I don’t have anyone, Hamin-ah.”
“Hyung…”
A tremble on Noah’s voice. “I’ve said it, haven’t I? It’s always been you.”
Noah had always thought that he was a rather strong man. He had always refused to cryーunless it was a situation hurtful enough to make him shed a tear or two. Even the day he broke up with Hamin, Noah had held back his tears because he didn’t want the younger man to see him break.
It was when Hamin left the house that he finally let his resolution crumble and sob like a baby.
But now, it only took one soft touch from Hamin to make a torrent of tears roll down his cheeks.
I’ve missed you so much.
“Hyung,” Hamin called out croakily before enveloping Noah in a weak hug. He only tightened the embrace when the older didn’t make an attempt to withdraw. “I’m sorry for calling you a slut… I know nothing would justify what I did to you last night.”
Noah could feel Hamin burying his face on the crook of his neck while chanting apologies like a prayer. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Like the old days, his voice still sounded so sweet, yet Noah had to brace himself for the next thing that he expected to come out of Hamin’s thin lips.
“I was bitterーstill am. I loved you so much; I thought we were doing alright. Ever since the day that you dumped me, I’ve always wondered what did I do wrong to deserve it.”
Noah had expected it, but when he heard the confession directly, it still hurt like hell. Though it was all on him.
“I know… and I’m sorry, really sorry,” replied the blond in a hoarse voice.
Slowly, Noah stretched both of his arms before settling his palms on Hamin’s back, a shy too loose from what he intended to. Rubbing Hamin’s warm back in a circular motion, Noah then slided his arm upward to reach the younger’s cheek, this time pulling Hamin’s head backward to stare right at his obsidian orbs.
“I’m in the wrong. It’s all my fault, and I won’t force you to forgive me, or… or start again. I don’t know,” Noah continued. “But surely it is still okay to wish…?”
One beat. Two beats. It felt like an eternity before Noah finally realized that there was a pair of lips brushing his. Just a mere touch, a rather gentle, fragile one compared to the kiss they shared last night.
Yet still managed to steal a beat out of his damned heart.
It was Hamin who pulled back first, though not without brushing Noah’s tears off of his blushing cheeks. Then a faint smirk formed on the younger’s lips before he said, “You still owe me an explanation for dumping me, Hyung.”
Let alone having his face dried off of any liquid substances that leaked from his eyes, Hamin’s words only made it worse.
I love you.