New Year's Eve supposed to be the begginning of all beginnings, the birth of a new self, a new person, a new identity. A start for everyone to change themselves into someone better or moreso. Kyun adjusted the mask that tied around his head, stumbling left and right as bodies crushed him in between or force him to rock. It was a very uncomfortable experience, not to mention the loud, loud music that was blaring through the speakers, along with the loud American host shouting for everyone to have fun. Kyun wouldn't mind to dance, truth be told, only if his partner was in his visible sight. Though, Kyun gave up a while after when he didn't return from the toilet ten minutes ago. However, he refused to call it a night, go home, and forego his failure to earn his New Year's kiss by watching sappy dramas. Instead, he searched for a lone ranger socialite. A good-looking one despite the masks they're wearing. After all, his friends probably wouldn't allow him to return without a lipstick mark on his cheek. But it was proven to be difficul to do so, as crowd pushed him from side to side, forcing him into the walls, suffocating him with carbon dioxide and leave him with little to no space available. Kyun felt like drowning. His lungs burned with desperation for air, he felt an elbow jabbed sharply onto his ribs, forcing air to flew out of him and coughed. At this state, he'd die then and there, if it weren't for the mysterious man pulling him behind the curtains. "Are you okay?" the man asked, soothing him with rubs on his back and soft whispers. Kyun wheezed, taking as much as air the window offered him, patting his own chest to calm his wild heart. "Yeah," he swallowed a gulp. "I'm alright." The man chuckled, and it was the most lavish chuckle his ears have ever caught. Rich and deep, mirth laced through his voice, causing shivers to run down Kyun's spine. "Rough crowd, huh?" The man is English, or American. Kyun peered to his right, trying to get a clear sight out of him, and boy, did he get it. Broad shoulders hidden underneath the thick layer of his tux, strong, large chest that held a strong heart that beats closely to Kyun's reddened ears. His face hidden behind the Eric-like mask, his smile visible, eyes stunning blue, long blonde mane and his skin is as ivory as a white rose. Muscular arms holding him securely from the crazy crowd, Kyun flustered as he came to realize his wish for a handsome socialite had come true and has become his knight in silver armour that night. Kyun wondered if he lives around there. "Yea--" Kyun cleared the stubborn pitch in his throat, and spoke again, "Yeah. The night's not that much different either." The man hummed, "I see. Got stood up?" Kyun returned with a melancholic sigh and an equally sad nod, "Not the first time." The stranger sighed with a soft, "Ah..." Kyun stood in silence, trying to cool his warm ears with the night's cold air and his cold hands, until the beautiful stranger gripped him with his warm hand and guide Kyun into a small balcony. It was small, but the space was more than enough for them to stay away from the crowd. "Figured you need some air." His lips stretched into a smile. His stomach had never been so fuzzy ever since the day he met his first lover. And that was a long time, if one would consider. "Thank you," Kyun murmured, and breath. Relieved to have breath fresher air other than perfumes and sweat. Kyun found serenity in the soft whirring of cars, the distanced mumbles of the passerby, and the gentle warmth the beautiful stranger was emitting. Kyun wondered once more; does the stranger lived around the area. He hoped very much so for it be the case. "You know," the stranger hummed. "I can make your night for you." Kyun perked in interest, and turned to his left, eyeing the man. "How?" he wondered loudly. The man looked even moreso like a real work of art under the soft rays of the moon. Even the blue gaze that struck deep into his brown hues was like looking into the universe. Broad, wise, and spacey. It took Kyun a few moment to finally realize how close the man was, close enough to have his lips hovered above Kyun's. "Like this," he whispered, and close the inch gap between them. Kyun shuddered as light jolts of pleasure surged through his body, making every hair on his arms and neck pricked on the clothes, making his knees weakened as the man gently held his hands, interlock them together. The loud gongs of the clock stroke midnight inside the room could never beat the deafening rhythmic beats of his heart. Kyun gulped, and somehow, the taste on his mouth felt different, so different than the tarts he tasted earlier. Whatever it was, Kyun grew addicted to it in mere seconds. Soon, their hands that held each other innocently grew feverant. Kyun's was holding the hem of the man's tux whilst he held Kyun by the shoulders. Both not aware at the lone, constant gong of the clock, until it reached to its final gong. 12 seconds. They kissed for 12 seconds and that lone 12 seconds was equivalent for Kyun to experience one of the world's wonders. Both yearned for air, slowly filling each other's lungs. Kyun gasped for breaths as his eyes locked on the man's eyes behind the mask; grew more and more intrigued to know the man behind the mask of a certain opera phantom. "Wow," the man breathed, licking his chapped lips; Kyun almost felt sorry for taking every moisture his lips had. "That was... umm.." "Nice," Kyun finished. "It was nice. The kiss. I mean." The man blinked at him, piqued at the words he spoke, and flashed a charming grin, "It is." As the host told them to take off their masks, Kyun offered to sheepish smile. Anticipation reflected well on his face despite his masquerade persona. "U-Umm, I'll go first." "Please. Allow me." Kyun didn't mistaken at all for thinking the man is one hell of a charmer. His large hands circled behind his head, slowly untying the binds of the mask, and lowered it inch by inch. Kyun chewed his lip, silently praying his face wasn't as bad as he think he is. Though Kyun accept his pessimism in appearance, the man's expression was more than what Kyun expected it to be until he heard his name was exclaimed, "Mr Song?!" And that was the last he saw of the man. ♡°♡°♡ His mind was plagued with the presence of the man ever since then. From the groggy morning of January first to the seventh day of it. Kyun played his meeting with the man over and over; his deep voice that rumbled even through his bones, his large body that easily ward off the nasty, noisy crowd, his gentleman-like etiquette with a side of suave and manly charms, the warmth he emitted when Kyun was close to him, and his hands that strangely fit to hold his despite its size. And before he knew it, Kyun had his own white fluid painted his hand in the shower. Kyun felt disgusted, and has no doubt that the man would be so too if he saw Kyun in such a state, but he couldn't help to crave, yearn, ache for more. It was a lustful relationship, Kyun knew, but it was unbearable at the same time. On the other hand, a certain father has been visiting him often nowadays. Gave him a smile, and a chirppy response whenever Kyun gave him one. The parent is dashingly charming, and Kyun didn't doubt a widow like him has earned quite a name amongst the single teachers and mothers. Power, money, body, looks, he has them, alright. But Kyun felt nothing more than professional attraction to Mr Riverwalker. After all, he already has a certain man to keep himself busied with. And how surprising it is when Kyun literally had to keep himself busy when a letter came to him, written by the masked socialite he met at the New Year's Eve party. 'Dearest Mr Song, I'm the man whom you kissed at the New Year's party. I haven't got the chance to properly apologize for insolent behaviour to do such an act out of the blue, so here it is; I am deeply sorry for what I did, and if I could, I would like to repay you. I wish to visit you at your home and give you a gift. Please expect my appearance in 9 PM, at the front of your apartment door. I will be wearing the same mask and suit I wore at the party. I sincerely hope you haven't forgotten about me, as I have not forgotten for one second about you. Best regards, Your Mysterious Admirer' And the word 'Admirer' alone was enough for Kyun to stumble onto the floor. ♡°♡°♡ The bell rung and resonated through the whole house, jolting Kyun and forcing him to skip from balming his lips. He almost pushed into a sprint to open the door, eager to meet the man whom composed himself as an admirer of Kyun's. It was not usual for one to call himself as Kyun's admirer, well at least not for one who has boldly exclaimed himself as so. So to meet one stirred Kyun greatly. "Kyun." Oh, how he missed that voice so much. And to hear his name rolled in that foreign, skilllful tongue, Kyun felt a rush of euphoria sirged through his whole presence. "Hello," he greeted back. The man was exactly as stunning as the day Kyun met him, able to steal his breath away for the second time. The man mirrored a dashing smile, and gently took his hand for a kiss on the knuckles, to which Kyun reddened, "Good evening, Mr Song. I was afraid you might be reacting otherwise when you see me." Kyun took a step behind, caressing the hand that was kissed, and asked, "Why would I do that?" "Because I kissed you without your consent." The man's gentle trait is so pure, Kyun almost gave a full grin for him. "Did I say no last time?" ♡°♡°♡ Soon after their first meeting, their relationship grew closer and closer. Well, if one would be so kind to even consider what they have is a relationship, that is. They meet, of course, yet their meetings must be twice a month at random times, and the mask will be worn at their every meet. Kyun figured his admirer must have a busy life of his own, though it would be nicer if Kyun knew who his admirer is. Without the mask, without the tux, without the presence of this vague, invisible wall between them. Kyun wished for one kiss without the mask, though as much as he wishes for it, he could never be greedy enough to ask that much from the golden stranger. Maybe he was nervous, maybe having Kyun known who he is gave him anxieties, maybe if Kyun knew who he is, they both might be in danger. Whatever the reason may be, Kyun respect his admirer's decision and leave the phantom mask as it is. Months after months, they grew closer. Kisses turns into hugs, hugs turns into cuddles, cuddles turns into neck kisses, neck kisses turns into... Kyun didn't dare to go more than that. Well, he didn't ask, that's the problem. But his fear of scaring the stranger brought up another problem. They've just met several months, they could not possibly jump any quicker. Masked men and romantic life aside, Mr Riverwalker has been quite close to him. He seems talkative, and Kyun enjoys his company tremendously. He's funny, charming, charismatic, and overall pleasant to be around with. His physique matched his charisma, and not to mention his voice that is simply alluring and pleasant to the ear. But of course, such a man can find someone much better than ordinary ol' Kyun. As much as Kyun wanted to be close to the widow, there must be a wall between a teacher and a parent. Their relationship is basically client and an employee. Kyun couldn't help but to sigh at the idea. ♡°♡°♡ Small presents and bouquets of flower lines his doorway as Kyun probes for his apartment keys. He quickly unlocks the door and pulls his bags of presents into the house. It isn't the presents he is eager to unwrap, but rather a certain familiar letter, written by his handsome admirer, that makes him more and more curious by the second. And so, he undoes the letter and scans the content eagerly; 'Dearest Kyun, Happy birthday, sweetheart. You must have heard that a lot today, it must've been tiring for you to listen or read each and every wishes everyone has given you. So, tonight, I will personally come to you and wish you myself. No need to worry, my dearest; I could never forget a present for you. I will make tonight a special night for you. I will arrive at 10 o'clock. So please. Please look forward of my arrival, as I am thrilled to meet you. Love, Your admirer' Kyun feels his smile stretches wide enough for his cheeks to feel pain. He lies on his bed, places the letter flush on his chest and sighs blissfully. He has some work to do. ♡°♡°♡ True to his words, the admirer arrives at ten o'clock. Wearing the same mask, except for the usual tux. Tonight, he wears a simple black top, but he looks so alluringly beautiful with his golden mane and ivory skin. He mirrors the smile Kyun reflects, handing the bouquet of roses in hand for his admiree. "Happy birthday, Kyun," he wishes. "Thank you, Mr Admirer," Kyun replied, carefully holds the bouquet close to his storming heart. "Come on in," he beckons, closing the door behind the man's back. "I have some cake we can share." "No need. I brought my own cake we can share with." He pulls the bag in hand, and Kyun notices, he has three bags in hand. That's quite a lot for a gift, he hummed silently. "Oh, how thoughtful of you," Kyun chirped, taking the cake as he was given and prepare for their sweet dinner. Along with the help of his admirer. ♡°♡°♡ "Say 'Ah~'," the admirer cooed. The spoon in his hand hovers close to Kyun's lips, and Kyun eats the cake joyfully. Nights like these make his stomach flutter softly, makes him realized he's not alone, not completely alone, makes him appreciates life a little more than yesterday. Kyun laughs, shielding his vanilla-coated lips with his hand from his admirer's eyes. Kyun licks the sugar clean and offers him a bite as well, to which he accepts happily in return. "Mmm," he moaned satisfyingly. "I picked the best cake there is." "You did," Kyun grinned. "You picked the one that has vanilla filling too. I didn't know you like vanilla." "I enjoy them as much as you are, Kyun." Kyun gazes at the large hand that reaches to him, feeling the thumb wipes off what seems to be vanilla filling. And before his admirer could retrace his hand away, Kyun grasps it timidly and licks the thumb. A provocative move, and Kyun notices his admirer knows it as well. A green light. ♡°♡°♡ After dinner, Mr Admirer invites him for a dance. Much to Kyun's dismay, he can't really dance. But as soon as those hands hold him by the hips, Kyun feels as if his heart flew. "Don't worry. I'll guide you," he breathed into Kyun's ear, and that alone is enough to weaken his knees. They sway from left to right, rhythmically dances in sync, slow, yet sensual. Whenever Kyun stumbles, the admirer would catch him gracefully, as if the dance itself was never disrupted. Every move and every gap that dissipated between them, Kyun grows redder. The admirer's swiping hands bothers him, provoking him into his peak. But what happens after that? Kyun reaches to his end once they finish their dance with Kyun's back arches and is hold gently, head nearly touches the wooden floor, and the admirer's lips sucking the side of his neck. Kyun gasps, feeling his want grows bigger and bigger by each seconds spent on his neck being marked. His admirer releases him, and Kyun stands wobbly with a rush of euphoria fogging his mind. Kyun pants lightly, and the masked admirer hasn't let go of his neck. Instead, his fingers traces his warm chest, patting his stomach, and finally, down on his groin. Kyun's breath hitches, trying to pry his admirer off, but both of them know. Knows too well of each other to let one another go. The admirer grows feverish, and Kyun halts him the moment he feels warm hands climb underneath his shirt. "Wait," he panted. "Let's... do this in the bedroom." Both have no objections. ♡°♡°♡ Kyun's hands grip the black fabric the admirer wore, lips part as he gasps for air and occasionally, moans, but his eyes eternally lock with the sky behind the phantom cloud of the mask. His bottom has been stripped down, bare and vulnerable to everything, and his core is played with, pinched with, prodded at, everything that could make a man moan like a bitch in heat. His admirer, or amor at this point, holds his hair in a ponytail, revealing the blanched neck of his. He looks even more beautiful from the dim light of the moon, viewing him as pale yet he shines stunningly like a gem; not to mention the black top makes him more and more beautuous. "Ahh! T-There," Kyun cried, arching forward and close his lids tightly. The admirer shushes him in gentle whispers, raining him with kisses as he plays with the said erogenous spot. "Feels good?" he asked, and it is the deepest, most alluring tone that has ever reached Kyun's ear. Kyun shudders, but moans a "Yes." As gentle as he can, the admirer release his hold on Kyun, leaving the man to return from his high and whines at the loss down below. "Shh," hush the admirer, planting another kiss on his lips. "Just for a while." Kyun hears a strap of plastic being ripped, and looks below, to find the other unpacking a pack of condom. His eyes grows by an inch and his breath is held; 'There's no going back after this.' The thought makes him chew his lips. His amor senses his worry and kneads Kyun's thigh. "We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable," he eases, but Kyun shakes his head in refusal. "No. I want to. I want to trust you." "If this is how you show your trust, then I might have to worry," the admirer joked, and chuckles as he hears a stammer from Kyun. He reaches forward and presses a peck on Kyun's head. "Alright. But if anything feels uncomfortable, tell me, and I'll stop right away, okay?" "You're being too gentle with me." Kyun pouts. "That's what I'm worried about." "Well, soon enough, you'll see why I have to be gentle," he winks. Kyun does wonder; why is he being gentle? Yes, the man has an arm that could break his neck in a blink, but that doesn't mean he could break anything on Kyun's body while having sex, does it? The thought of those makes him nervous, yet excited at the same time. His amor pulls down his pants, soon, briefs, revealing a lewd statement in ink, and the pride himself. Kyun looks away; what exactly he is trying to keep innocent about at that moment, he ponders as well. Kyun shuts his eyes, placin an arm over them, and silently enjoys the sound of the condom being stretched over the penis, and his amor's slow, heavy breathing. "Hey," he breathed softly, pulling Kyun's arm away from his eyes. "If you want to trust me, then look at me first." Their foreheads close enough to touch, if the mask is pulled away, and there are nothing left but anticipation between them. "I want your eyes on mine. Promise me that?" His blue eyes burns with passion despite the phantom persona, locks with Kyun's browns that pools with nothing but excitement and lust. "Uh-huh." Kyun nods. But as soon as he feels the cock penetrates into him, Kyun couldn't help but to give a surprised moan. His back almost instantly arches out of instinct, his head dips back into the pillow and his hands blindly pulls his amor's top. Kyun heard him groan, but soon he hushes Kyun soothingly, rubbing his back in circular motion and whispers sweetness into ear. "It's okay. It's okay. Relax. Just relax." Kyun breaths quickly, the world spins around him like never before, like he's going to faint. The pride is big, and thick, Kyun saw a glimpse of it earlier, but he'd never imagined it to /feel/ big. Kyun figures he must've relaxed when his amor whispered "Good boy." The penetration progress is the hardest thing Kyun has ever felt in his life (no pun intended). It feels like hours before he feels all of it fills him completely. "Hhaaa... haa... m-mister..." His lover of the night shushes him. "No. Don't... call me with that name. Call me Sigfried." It doesn't take him long to scream the name out of his lungs as Sigfried begins to move his hips. Kyun legs are high up as his ankles are placed on Sigfried's broad shoulders. His hands feverishly grabs onto the black top. Nails digging into the fabric as he cries out for his paramour. Sigfried chants back every name Kyun emitted, lacing them with groans and satisfied moans. He feels himself being milked every time he rams in, leaving each essence of his in every thrusts. Their climaxes grows closer by each seconds. Both wanting to reach their end with an epic finale. And so, Sigfried increases his thrusts, slapping his groin onto Kyun's bottom until both spots are red, until those red skins painted with white fluid. Kyun reaches his end with a high cry, and Sigfried finishes himself with a final, low moan. Sigfried falls on top of his lover of the night, greedily raking the air to calm his storming heart. He thrusts in a few more times, savouring the last few seconds of the gentle aftersex glow before releasing another spurr into Kyun. Sigfried gulps and licks his dry lips, murmuring Kyun's name over and over in every breath, only to find the man passes out from overstimulation. Sigfried takes off the pesky mask and places it on the bedside table, laughing in silent amusement at the sight of the tired but satisfied kindergarten teacher. He figured it's time for the masquerade ball to end. ♡°♡°♡ Kyun groans and tosses to his side, relishing the morning and the soft, warm sun... Until he realizes what he did last night. Kyun wakes up with a surprised gasp. Alarmed by the pain, but even moreso alarmed at the name he moaned oh so passionately last night. Sigfried... Sigfried Riverwalker? /The/ Sigfried Riverwalker that he has timidly flaunting over? With a child that is an exact copy of him; Giselle Riverwalker? Who is a widower and has married two women in his past? No way.. No. No. No. No. No. No way! Kyun looks to his side; there's no sign of anyone else's clothes last night around. Only his and his bare self. The sheets feels a little damp and vulgar. Oh... Of course, he thought. He is nothing but used goods. A pawn. A bait. His feels his heart aches underneath the marked skin, shame and betrayal clouded his mind and a strange familiar heat begins to warms his nose. 'Ahh.. If I'm gonma cry about it, might as well do it in the shower,' Kyun sniffed. Wiping a tear that manages to escape and grabs the nearby blanket. The least he could do is have some decency. He limps to the bathroom, a tad curious by the squeak of pipes in his own bathroom, and boy, is he surprised to find Sigfried Riverwalker naked and bare for his eyes and his eyes only to see, standing so extraordinarily captivating with /his/ towel hiding the pride that made Kyun wobble the next morning. "Good morning," he greeted, and Kyun feels like he has found his missing Cinderella.
