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A few days had passed, to be exact, an entire had passed, and to say y/n and Gun talked things through would be a lie, but today was the day Y/n couldn't hide away from his responsibilities, hide away from gun.

Y/n pressed against the kitchen counter, legs spread and a man with black hair and black eyes in between them.

Hungry.

They were hungry.

Both fighting for dominance during their make out session, a fight that y/n was gradually losing as a result of Gun taking both control over his movement and pleasure.

Y/n was truly at his mercy in this moment.

_

"Gun??"
Y/n asked, after noticing that gun had gone quiet, not that he was very talkative int the first place.

It was Wednesday evening, y/n was hanging out with Cristal when Gun came to pick her up, her father having to talk to her on some important business matter.

Not wanting y/n to be left alone, she insisted Gun brought him home as well, so now, they were parked in front of the big glass building Cristal disappeared into.

"Gunnn???"
Y/n waved his hands in front of Guns black glasses.

Tempted and curious, y/n reached out to them, wanting to grab them, but he was quickly denied when Gun grabbed him by the wrist, leaning closer to y/n while pulling the man forward.

Y/n was left speechless as the distance between them was suddenly reduced to a single inch.

And before he could even try to pull back, Gun tightened his hold on his wrist, almost hurting him in the process, but then he spoke.

"You really got some nerves."
Y/n, even restrained, tried moving back a little, raising a brow when he was denied any movement.

"What are you talking about?"
The sudden change in atmosphere left y/n dizzy, or maybe it was the cigarette smoke he could smell on Gun's breath?

"You know, I haven't been able to focus or do my job because of you and your disgustingly adorable drunk out face between my legs"
Gun spat, pulling y/n even closer, into an even less comfortable position, really it was starting to hurt and it showed on y/n's expression.

One of annoyance and a little bit of pain as he tried shipping onto anything more comfortable than this, but to no avail, so he went slack, leaning into Gun.

"Oh that? Yeah.. I wanted to talk about that..."
Y/n gave a casual answer, as if Gun's wording didn't affect him at all but his blood flow betraying him.

"Yes you did, but 'later' never came"
Gun let go of y/n's wrist and instead bug his hand into the flesh of y/n's face directly, having a punishing grip on y/n's chin, lifting his head to which y/n subconsciously tilted it to the side a little.

The movement was subtle, but not subtle enough to escape Gun's piercing eyes.

"Take responsibility, will you?"
Gun continued to press on, unaware of how y/n's body was heating up.

Y/n decided to tease a little, talking a long breath to stretch out the silence before finally talking.

"First, take off your glasses, I wanna look you in the eyes when I speak"
Y/n now wore a challenging grin, almost looking stupid with his blushing cheeks.

"..."
Slightly hesitant, Gun pulls off his glasses, revealing that stone cold glare y/n was so eager to see.

After another short pause, y/n broke the silence again.

          

"You're so fucking hot like this"
Y/n eyes were fixated on guns black ones, completely mesmerized by the deep abyss in them and the piercing white pupils that glared down at him.

Having his restraints of reason broken by a single sentence, Gun closed the distance between them, smashing their lips together in a heated kiss.

When they pulled apart again, it was only a few seconds to catch their breaths before clashing against each other again.

It was so hot that y/n swore steam left his mouth when he separated from Gun a second time.

Breathing hard, y/n rested his head against Guns shoulder, taking a few seconds to catch his breath before speaking.

"This is so fucking uncomfortable, can we go to your place?"
Y/n only heard a breathy chuckle from gun before he was moved back to comfortably rest in the passenger seat.

"Sure"
Gun quickly started the engine.

Throughout the drive y/n's eyes were solely focused on Gun, his sharp facial features, his strong shoulders and chest, going down to his torso and eventually- the slightly defined erection in his pants.

_

That's where they are right now, breathing each other's air as if they were drowning.

A short but breathy whine escaped y/n when gun placed his hands on his waist, forcing his hips to stop the grinding motion that had given both such sweet and yet painful pleasure.

"Stop that"
Gun's voice was strained, but so incredibly arousing.

Then, instead of going back to y/n's lips, be forced his head to the side and mouthed at his jawbone before trailing down his neck.

"Haaaa"
Y/n breathed softly while bringing his hand into guns hair, not pulling, only letting his fingers glide through the black silk.

"Agh-!"
Y/n couldn't help himself and pulled on guns hair, pulling his head back and tightening his hold on the man with his legs.

"You're quite sensitive, aren't you?"
Gun smirked while licking over his lips, admiring the mark his teeth had left on y/n neck.

"I don't do this often"
Y/n admitted, breathing heavily and with a deep blush.

"But not a virgin are you?"
Gun asked, repositioning his hands to hold y/n up from the counter, moving them to a different place.

Before y/n could answer he was thrown onto a soft surface, a bed to be exactly.

Gun came over to him, practically caging him in, but y/n had a different plan.

With a quick movement, he repositioned them;
Gun on his back, leaning against the headboard and y/n sitting right on top of him.

The sudden pressure on his groin had Gun groaning and laying his head back before lifting his gaze back to look at y/n.

"I've never had it up the ass if that's what you're asking"
Y/n was too smug for his own good as this quickly had a hand around his neck and a pair of lips against his in a heated open mouth kiss.

Groaning against gun, y/n started to move his hips again, this time not being stopped by gun.

Separating again, a line of saliva still connected them, but it was quickly broken when Gun spoke.

"So you've been with a guy before?"
He asked while moving his hands down y/n's sides and halting the movement of his hips, making him whine again, trying to get more friction but being denied again and again.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 28, 2024 ⏰

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