➱Love Hotel

@‡ Meto [SH] 'Only occasionally', Kyunsang thought to himself but he kept his mouth shut to protect his shin and focus on holding up the petite male. His lips tugged up into a smirk, which he bit down to protect his shin. "It's an honour." He took the phone, but it was locked. Kyunsang took the younger's hand and pressed his finger against the sensor to unlock it. One hand wrapped around the younger, the other opened his google maps. "Oh? Nice area.", he said. Kyunsang wasn't expecting a response, Meto didn't even look like he could stand much less hold a conversation. "Alright here we go." He crouched down and pulled Meto onto his back. He'd learned his lesson trying to pick him up bridal style earlier. With Meto's face right next to his the smell wasn't pleasant but Kyunsang didn't pull a face. He flagged down another taxi, agreed to pay the driver extra for carrying a drunk passenger and got in, settling Meto next to him. He gave the driver the address and they took off. Kyunsang looked at the petite male next to him with a sigh. The bruise on his face was more evident now under the light, as were the other signs of what had (probably) taken place. 'What a sick world we live in.', he thought to himself. "Excuse me, could we stop at a 24hour pharmacy, please? I'll pay for your time." Kyunsang bought a morning after pill and a bottle of water. He planned to help Meto take it once they arrived at his place.

@† Kyunsang Guts all empty, Meto spat onto the puddle of bile in an attempt to rid his mouth of the unsavory taste. He straightened and stumbled, feeling himself lean into the man's hand at his waist. He wanted to kick him again, but he held back. Meto grit his teeth. He couldn't see straight and he knew himself. When he was this upset he was incapable of doing anything at all. If he tried going home alone he'd probably just give up and end up sleeping on a bench, or under a bridge. "You're not a creep, right?" His voices sounded shakier than he liked it to. He didn't wait for him to reply. "Okay. Fine. I'll let you take me home." Meto sniffled, shoved his phone in Kyunsang's hand and leaned against him.

@‡ Meto [SH] It turned out Kyunsang didn't have to do anything at all for the younger to scream at him again, but he stepped to him and gathered his long strands in his hands as he was asked. The suspicious gazes passer-byes had been giving him lessened and Kyunsang breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, he was worried someone would call the cops on him. He placed his free hand to hover over Meto's waist, not touching him, but close enough that if he started stumbling again he could grab him. Kyunsang looked away politely. When Meto had finished, he turned back to look at him. "How are you feeling? Any better?" In his mind he was thinking: 'Please don't kick me again. My shin really hurts.'

@† Kyunsang Meto was puking his guts out, more tears staining his cheeks but now for a completely different reason. The world was spinning. He felt horrible, and dirty. He was sweating, he had a headache, his hurt... the list went on. And his hair kept getting in the way as he threw up bile and water. "Hold my ing hair!", he screamed at the man, his voice cracking into a sob before going back to throwing up. Meto felt like a hormonal teenager and he come the next day, he was going to blame it on the drugs, the alcohol, being, well, you know, and suddenly getting picked up by a complete lunatic with a weird as name.

@‡ Meto [SH] Kyunsang had not expected the scream, but once he heard it he quickly put him down. 'Yep. Completely wrong more. , Kyunsang.' As soon as the smaller had started to scream, Kyunsang had realised what a dumb idea that had been. Grab the (probably) victim out of nowhere and carry them away? indeed. Kyunsang watched the smaller completely freak out, standing very still because he didn't want to scare him more than he already had. His eyes widened when he was kicked in the shin. . That hurt. Now tears were stinging Kyunsang's eyes and he reached down to rub his shin with one hand. 'That really, really hurt. I deserved that.' Kyunsang saw Meto stumble and wanted to reach out and grab him but stopped himself. 'Let's not grab him in the near future.' Kyunsang grimaced when he saw him throw up. 'Good thing we didn't get in that taxi... should I hold his hair?' He wanted to. It was quite long, he probably should, but what if he started screaming again? .

@† Kyunsang Meto's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing when he was suddenly picked up. "What.. what.. what the ?!", Meto screamed, tears springing to his eyes and squirmed out of his hold. "WHAT THE !" Meto screamed at Kyunsang once more. He was shaking, panting as if he couldn't breathe and viciously kicked the other in the shin. "Don't just- don't- haa.. don't just-" He was still shaking and he couldn't stop. Tears trickled down his cheeks. "!!!!!" Meto wasn't even trying to be quiet and several people were staring. Suddenly being picked up reminded him of how he carried to the bed and then pressed down on it. Meto stumbled. He felt dizzy. He had moved too quickly, the drug in his system hadn't worn off yet. Oh, . He felt sick. Like, really sick. Like he was going to throw up. Meto stumbled to the corner and emptied his guts onto the pavement.

@‡ Meto [SH] 'Wow - okay' Kyunsang was slightly taken aback by the younger's aggressive reaction but, well, he'd been about the same at the club. Something was telling him that he did want company, glaring aside. "You look like you shouldn't be alone.", he said with another smile. He nodded to the road. "Come on, let's get you warmed up, hm?" Back at the club, Kyunsang had thought of Meto as a just tsundere with pretty hair, now he wasn't so sure. Considering what had (probably) happened, he was holding it together pretty well. Unfortunately in his industry, he knew quite a few people who had been victims of ual assault and the only ones who were so calm right after were, well, experienced. Scanning the small, trembling male, Kyunsang felt sorry for him. Kyunsang reached out and picked him up bridal style. He knew this could blow up in his face, but this guy seemed really stubborn. "You remember the club safeword? Just use that if you really want me to stop." He carried him away, flagged down a taxi and got into the backseat.

@† Kyunsang Perhaps due to how emotional Meto was feeling, the nicotine was really hitting him. He didn't notice the figure approaching and violently flinched when he was addressed, almost falling on his . "?!" Eyes wide he stared up at the person, needing a second to figure out who it was. Being asked if he was alright felt like a punch to the gut. He glared at the emptiness in front of him and scoffed. He was feeling vulnerable and he didn't like that a person he knew, kind of, was seeing him like this. " off." Meto did actually want a coffee and a coat. Still, he turned and glared sharply at the man. "Does it look like I want company?!"

@‡ Meto [SH] Kyunsang stepped out of the love hotel with a satisfied smile. A random tinder date had ended - happily. Once outside he paused to enjoy the fresh night air. About to head home, he spotted a somewhat familiar figure squatting a few meters away. 'Is that..? What's his name again - Meto?' Hands in his pockets, Kyunsang leaned forward to get a better look of the person's face and sure enough, it was him. He looked really small sitting there. Well, smaller than usual. Kyunsang's brows furrowed. He wasn't the type to intrude on a stranger's privacy, but he looked upset so Kyunsang walked over slowly. "..Hey? Meto, right? You alright?" Standing closer he noticed the wet eyes and the bruise on his face. Confusion, then anger flashed across his face. Kyunsang squatted next to the younger and leaned forward to look at him. "You look cold. Why don't you let me buy you a coffee - and maybe a coat?" He smiled at the younger.

Meto was squatting in front of the hotel, a half-burnt cigarette dangling from his fingertips, jacket pulled tightly around him with his free hand. He was shivering and underdressed as per usual. He couldn't tell if his mind was still blurred from all the alcohol he'd consumed or if he was in shock. He looked alright, expect for his ripped stockings and the large bruise forming on his jaw. He'd definitely sobered up a bit compared to before. He vaguely remembered being at a club and then the feeling of someone's arm around him. That was it. Unfortunately, he remembered a lot more of what had happened in the hotel room he'd found himself in. "..." Meto looked down at the ground and brushed his fingers through his mussed hair. He squeezed the cigarette between his lips and . The cigarette was dead. He let it fall to the ground and fumbled to get a fresh one. His hands hadn't stopped shaking. He almost dropped the stick. Tears welled in his eyes. "..." Meto lit up the cigarette, and look up at the dark sky. The salty droplets retreated. He couldn't see the stars through the city lights, but he pretended he could. They were still up there after all, even if he couldn't see them. Sparkling. Maybe dead, but sparkling. He exhaled and smoke clouded his sight. He felt a bit better now. Nicotine helped with most things, who knew it'd help even with this.

@† Podd the feeling of your teeth on his skin had him crying out, the sharp pain of it only adding to his pleasure. his body jolted up with your final , toes curling as you finally poured your release into him, a strange rush of warmth spreading in his stomach. he was panting to catch his breath when you fell on him, both of them sweating as they were resting, skin on skin. it somehow made it all seem more intimate, reminding him that he hadn't been the only one receiving immense pleasure in the moment.
,, , why didn't we ever do this earlier ,,

@‡ Chittaphon a low groan of rapture vibrated in his throat, his eyes rolling back before he dipped his head into the crook of your neck when he felt you tighten around him. he knew what you were doing and loved every moment of it, giving one last balls deep into you before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. his body trembled against yours as he released his load, grunting softly and falling limp onto you.

@† Podd he was still struggling to think properly, let alone speak, as he twitched and trembled beneath you. gazing up at you with a lust filled haze in his eyes, he found himself nodding.
i- in me- y you can in me-!!
despite having earlier and having his sensitivity skyrocket, he still wanted to make sure you felt just as good as he was so clenched harder around you, wanting to milk you completely when you hit your own release.

@‡ Chittaphon Mm...
he could only groan in response. you felt too good around him and every time your walls would cling onto him, he found himself unable to contain the overwhelming urge to release. the sweet lewd sounds of yours didn't help it either. he took pleasure in hearing you moan out his name, the way your voice would get caught in your throat.. it drove him almost to the brink of insanity. he could hear the wetness leaking out of him and sloshing around inside of you. pressing his lips against your ear, he aired out
I can't.. I'm going to ten..

@† Podd he gasps out when you start moving, his body bursting with sensitivity from his release. his lips part to respond to you but finds that only a moan makes its way out, thighs trembling with each . every time you move, it seems to hit him deeper and his hands moved to fist the sheets below him in a panic. he needed something stable to hold onto as he was pushed deeper into a state of ecstasy, praying the walls weren't too thin as his moans filled the room.
ah- f - podd ,, podd,,! i- hh,, nng,,!! i- i can't- i like it ,, i- too much ,,!

@‡ Chittaphon when your head fell back, his arm hooked itself around the underside of your waist, supporting you as you curled and trembled against him as you came.
don't be sorry..
he breathes out softly, beginning to move his still pulsing in and out of you, each his thing deeper and deeper.
You'll just have to again for me.. can you do that, princess? For me..
he didn't give you a chance to answer as he again, feeling your puckered entrance grab at his ringed , adding the much needed friction that tested his leaking length.

@† Podd he could hardly utter out another word as he clenched around you. it was like his body was you in, refusing to let you go until the both of them were driven to insanity and it was slightly mortifying to have you know just how much his body craved yours but he couldn't seem to do anything about. he had just managed to catch his breath when you moved, a loud moan ripped from his throat as his head fell back, his frame arching off the mattress as he came right there, staining his chest with white. he covered his face, completely horrified that he had hit release so soon and so easily but his body continued to tremble from the intensity of his .
y you can move now ,, i- i'm sorry ,, i wanted to together ,, ,

@‡ Chittaphon I..I know
he manages to utter out, starting to move, but pauses for a second as you tell him to, a groan almost leaving his lips, his throbbing inside of you, begging him to continue.
.. you feel so good around me..
I don't think I can hold back much longer princess..
after giving you a few moments, his hips automatically jerk upwards, unable to contain himself, his hand holding your hip, other one threading through your hair tightly in a last attempt to control his overwhelming urge to have you, all of you.
T-ten...
he almost begs, his mouth clamping shut before anything else could come out.

@† Podd ah-!
he gasped out, expression contorted into one that was overwhelmed with pleasure. there was a bit of pain but he could hardly pay it any mind, feeling far too good from being so filled.
maybe i ,, nnn ,, just like riling you up, old man ,,
it was a struggle to get the words out, having to focus on breathing for his own sanity. if it felt this good now, he couldn't even begin to imagine how it would feel once you really started to move.
j just a little ,, podd- y you can't move yet- i- i might ,,
his was leaking an almost embarrassing amount, whimpering out pathetic little noises as he begged you for some time.
how ,, how are you so big ,,

@‡ Chittaphon he groan left his lips when he felt your tight walls clenching around him tightly, his pulsing against you; though he was afraid he'd hurt you, he couldn't help but in deeper, feeling you tear a bit around him, adding more friction to his already sensitive .
I..m.. only two years older than you, brat...
he breathed, pulling out and ing back in much more easier this time, the base of his pressing up against your cheeks.
.. You're still so en tight, baby. Does it hurt?
he wasn't one to care much about things like this, but for some reason, he felt himself caring a lot more. He didn't want to hurt his princess. Not right now, anyway.

@† Podd he nodded, blinking back tears as he kept his eyes locked on yours. it normally took quite a bit for him to shed tears during but you were so gentle, so careful and intimate with your touches, he couldn't help but get a little choked up. as you slowly pushed your way in, he parted his lips, a breathy moan pulled out of him as his expression contorted in front of you - a shameful look of absolute ecstasy resting on his face. you were bigger than he had expected and he couldn't deny that it hurt but the bliss was far greater. panting softly, he raised his hand, resting it on your chest as if to feel your heartbeat as he tried to calm himself down and adjust around you.
not bad ,,, , for ,, an old man ,, ,
his hips were trembling and for a moment, he worried that he would the second you moved. it had been a while since he had felt so full and so satisfied.

@‡ Chittaphon everything about you right now was sending him over the edge, making him wonder why he held back for so long. his free hand supported your arched back, holding you against him before pushing your hips back down, his fingers digging deep into you, curving inside your inner walls. once he believe that you were prepped enough, he pulled out his fingers and spit into his hand, lubricating his throbbing ; he moved to thread his fingers through your hair, pulling it back so that their eyes met, his chilled, dark orbs drilling into yours. 
Look at me, princess. No where else..
he mumbled, pressing his leaking head against your puckered hole; his pulsed in his hand, begging to feel your tight walls around him; as he looked into your eyes, he pushed his head in, feeling your entrance tear a little around him, a groan sounding from his throat as your heat engulfed him. 
..

@† Podd his lips were parted as you pulled your fingers away, tongue hanging out as he found himself extremely aroused from just on your digits. it was like he had been given a little preview of the pleasures and the sweetness to come and he was already hooked. he was already watching you with desire burning in his gaze, cheeks tainted a pretty pink. feeling your fingers enter him, he let out a soft gasp, trying to adjust himself to the intrusion. he kissed you back in hunger, unable to keep from against your lips as his hands gripped at the sheets, back arching slightly off the bed. normally, he would fight against you with all the pride his stubborn body had but right now, all he wanted to do was submit and give himself fully for your pleasure.

@‡ Chittaphon / the sight of his digits disappearing into your mouth was enough to make him want to throw you against the wall and you there; though his face wasn't showing how his body was reacting to you, his chilled eyes watched you you dark amusement as he curled his finger inside your mouth, moving them around, pressing them sloppily over your moistened lips before taking them out and pressing them against your entrance; he shifted and leaned closer, kissing you as he dipped both of his fingers inside of you, stretching you out as much as he could, his fingers pulling your walls apart and pulsing in and out/

@† Podd a soft moan flowed out of him as your tongue , the warm and wet sensation feeling so strange to him as he tried to keep from squirming. he couldn't bring himself to even look at you as such sinful noises slipped out of him, body trembling despite the pleasure having just started.
yeah ,, i'll make sure your night was well spent, old man.
finally allowing himself to meet your eyes, he kept his gaze locked as he parted his lips. leaning forward, he enveloped your fingers into his mouth, on it hungrily. he made sure to coat your digits in his saliva, running his tongue against you with a satisfied hum.

@‡ Chittaphon But you're still mine, especially in this moment.
/he pushes your leg against your torso to gain more access to you, pressing his lips against your puckered hole to dip his tongue in further; his other hand , wrist flicking in an upward motion and coming down more slowly, his thumb pressing against your head to add more pressure/
Mm.. /he hummed/ let's have fun, yea? /he lifted his head and reached for your arms, pinning them up so that you wouldn't cover your face anymore; once he saw your eyes, he gave a warm smile before completely switching, offering two of his fingers, pressing them against your lips/ you know what to do.

@† Podd he felt a bit choked up hearing you speak. they may have been simple words but they carried a great amount of reassurance and comfort for you.
tsk ,, when was i your princess- i could be a million people's princess.
even though he was muttering, trying to put up his usual tsun facade, he couldn't hide the happy blush on his cheeks. your every touch had his body growing warm, the lid to all his desires being tipped over as he shuddered under your ministrations. as you continued to speak, he had to bring his arm up, covering his eyes as he tried to keep himself composed. your words were what he needed to hear but he didn't want to ruin the mood. not when finally having with you was so close.
well, i can assure you ,, i won't disappoint you tonight-

@‡ Chittaphon I can only speak for myself. And you, Ten, are definitely not a turn off, baby. Don't talk about my princess like that.
/he says, his brows knitting together softly as he leans down, dipping his head between your legs to run his long, wet muscle over your puckered entrance, his large fingers wrapping around the base of your /
You're gorgeous, you're hilarious, and sometimes have the ability to make me crazy. /he mumbled against you, tongue dipping briefly into your entrance, eyes flickering up to look at you/ you're more than just your body.
/his free hand smooths up your chest, tracing over every dip, crevas, before trailing back to your thigh in hope of comforting you/ and you can never disappoint me.

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@† Podd i- i mean, it'd be a turn off for some people, no? i'm like a used rag-
he lets out a soft laugh, the smile not quite reaching his eyes as his hand moves to let his fingers run through your hair.
you know, i joke and call you dumb but ,, you could never disappoint me, podd.
voice quiet, he half hoped you couldn't hear what he said, wondering why he was being so honest at a time like this. gazing at you as you rested on his thigh, he couldn't help but crack a shy but genuine smile. he had heard those words from others so many times but it usually made him feel like a distant object, not a person. coming from you, it felt sincere.
it'd be pretty bad if i wasn't beautiful. i'm a model, after all-