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Jeongguk has it all. He is young, handsome, rich, has a beautiful fiancée. He will soon become a CEO at his father's company, which is one of the most successful companies in Seoul. It would seem that his life is almost perfect. Everythi...
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Taehyung lifted his heavy eyelids and blinked several times to adjust his eyes to the light that crept into the room through the open window. He felt his temple throb, his tongue felt like a stake. He was literally dying of thirst. It was a long time since he had drunk as much alcohol as he did yesterday, which definitely did not help to feel good this morning.
He allowed a purr of discontent to pass through his perfect lips, but forced his battered body to move and finally sat up in bed. As he did so, he noticed that a hand was thrown over his naked torso, and all the memories from the previous evening came back to him in an instant.
Shit.
He turned his head back and looked at the figure lying in his bed next to his body. Minho was still asleep, probably exhausted after a few hours' shift at work and the all-night rough sex he had given him. His dark hair was quite disheveled, which must have been caused by the tattoo artist's hands eagerly tugging on it as he knelt in front of him, caressing him with his lips and tongue, sucking him with such determination as if it were the last thing he was going to do in his life. The same sinful lips he was now forming in a delicate pout. Kim noticed that they were still a little swollen, shiny with saliva, slightly parted.
The boy was naked. He lay on his back, his strong chest drooping and rising in calm, steady breathing. Taehyung scanned his smooth skin, gliding along his chest towards his perfectly sculpted belly. He had to admit the bartender was well-built. His belly was downright insane. He could count each muscle if he wanted to.
He remembered running his fingertips over every hill and valley at night, examining the taut skin, then marking the same path with his tongue. He glanced even lower. The man's hips were covered with a duvet, but he could see his right thigh in almost all its glory. He thought Minho's legs were not as muscular as Jeongguk's, but he must also spend a lot of time in the gym.
Exactly.
Jeongguk.
At the thought of the raven-haired man, he felt a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He should be lying in his ruffled sheets now, smelling of their hot bodies. It was his soft lips that he wanted to kiss. He wanted to slide his lips along the razor-sharp line of his jaw, to travel lower towards the slender neck, protruding collarbones. He wanted to run his tongue over his protruding pink nipples, slide it over the hard toned muscles of his abdomen, to wrap them tightly around his shining with pre-cum cock. He could brush the glans with his tongue, taste it, and finally suck it until he had an orgasm and come straight into his sinful mouth, filling it with his cum.
But the reality was different. So painful.
Jeongguk was lying in another bed now, next to the woman he loved and with whom he was about to share his life for good and bad, and he stared at the boy he had picked up from the bar yesterday and felt a bitter taste of disappointment on the tip of his tongue. He hoped that after that night his feelings would return to their pre-Jeongguk state, and he felt even worse and all he wanted was to look into his dark chocolate eyes again.
