“come on joon!” kihyun whines, his hand resting on hyungjoon’s waist. he had lost track of how long they had been at this, staying at each other’s houses, sneaking into secluded areas when neither could keep their hands to themselves. the cheer squad had begun to refer to hyungjoon as kihyun’s boyfriend, to which he ALWAYS refused the claim. they were just sleeping together, that was all... right? practice had ended early for kihyun, so he had made his way to hyungjoon’s apartment, and had practically pinned the older boy to the bed, pressing kisses to his neck and chest. but joon had stopped him, hands pushing him off his neck, and there was a look on his face that kihyun couldn’t quite place. “joon, why not? practice was rough today, i need an outlet for my frustrations, and i know you like it when i’m a little rougher.” his hand slid under joon’s shirt, fingers running across the muscles that he found there.
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