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touch
With hurried feet Gaon closed the bathroom door, exhaling deeply at the lack of noise form the small room. It had been a rush of early morning, clients and costumers never stop coming from the front door, to the point even his mother had to step in, whereas the woman usually stayed at the back, helping in the kitchen and adding always extra details to their regulars. He was tired. And it was only half way into his shift. Gaon usually helped into the weekends due to school but when his classes got cancel by minor inconvenience, he never doubt to be of extra help. That was how Gaon had met him.
Yohan.
The quiet young man who came into their restaurant accompanied by Isaac and Cecilia. The first time Gaon had seen Isaac, he had gotten scared. How could someone share such a similar face to his? He had heard about the possibilities but it had always been a far-fetch thought. Now, from time to time, the family of four would come, usually on mornings, to share a happy outdate with cute little Elijah.
Gaon had first been so scared of serving Yohan, the young man never sharing a word or two, nothing more than necessary, however, Gaon got to feel overjoyed and happy once he realized Yohan would eat his food with eager steps, with little grumbling content noises. Ever then, Yohan became a regular face to his parents and neighbors, to the point where Yohan would bow as a greeting, look at the menu and wonder out loud which one of those dishes was cooked by Gaon’s hands. The costumers started to joke around.
“Ah, such a diligent son—”
“Taking care of his family’s business.”
“This place is in good hands if even the Kang’s come every so often.” Such praises would leave both, Yohan with a perplex expression, as he questions himself his head tilting a side, was it so strange for his family to such thing? And Gaon would bow deep in shy embarrassment, feeling his cheeks heat up. His shaking hands would fight to ahjusshis and ahjummas to stop from saying such things. Gaon still had a long way to go if he wanted to be as good as his parents.
Hiding in the bathroom, Gaon stared at his expression and cleaned his face with cold water. He had been daydreaming again.
His easy nights had turned into pleasant nightmares full of lust and longing, Gaon couldn’t stop hearing Yohan’s voice in his dreams as the older called his name.
“Gaon-ah” Yohan had said a lonely night. The restaurant was about to close when Yohan came rushing in. He didn’t order anything, just sat at his regular table and stared blankly at the wooden top. Gaon bit his lower lip in worry, it was obvious something was causing troubles to Yohan but Gaon didn’t want to interfere nor he knew how to properly approach the other. He went back to kitchen and prepared a bowl of kimchi-jigae with an extra side dish of rice.
Yohan looked up perplexed and Gaon giggled at such sight, not knowing the comfort he was bringing Yohan with such a soft and simple delighted gesture.
“Thank you, Gaon-ah.” It was the very first time Yohan said his name. It gave him a funny feeling in his tummy.
“You’re welcome, hyung.”
Gaon covered his face in shame as he felt his hips buckle up at the memory, sudden heat started to pool on his lower belly and there was only one solution he had found under his covers. Sneakily touching himself in the bathroom at the image of the not-so-much-stranger, but handsome man that came into his parent’s restaurant a few months ago. One hand came to his lips and he sucked at his own fingers imagining something different in his mouth would keep him quiet. Sweat made his hair stick onto his forehead. He was so close. Gaon was so close to coming when his father’s voice rang behind the door asking for his help.
“I’m Coming—” Gaon choked on air and fought his clothes to look presentable. «Filthy. » His mind would remind him as he ends with uncomfortable tight pants and splashes more cold water on his face.
So imagine his surprise to see himself in a similar state days after, on a different place but equally mortify.
Gaon stayed late in the kitchens. The restaurant was close even though he still had some cleaning to do; he had been practicing a new recipe when his chopsticks fell on the table, he held on the border of it and trembled at the rough contact of his crotch against the edge. What was it with his brain and attacking him at the most inconvenient times? Couldn’t it see Gaon was busy?
His apron was still on his shoulders but his pants were half way down his thighs as he held onto his hard member, he was leaking already; his breathing came in pants and soft whines. «Hyung » Gaon held at the base of his cock afraid of coming too fast and making a mess all over the floor.
“Yohan-hyung—” Gaon moaned at the empty space, head back and shaky legs fighting his balance to keep him afloat. He never thought he would get an answer.
“Yes, Gaon-ah?” Gaon sat back on the table at the impression without realizing how he gave himself away, and found Yohan’s eyes staring back at him. Yohan would admire Gaon’s beauty and reckless behavior with a glint of longing and curiosity.
“Hyung?” Gaon’s blush came fast with the drumming of his heart against his chest; he believed Yohan would be able to hear it. “Hyung— I want…” «I want you. » Yohan almost felt sorry for this lovely soul, deeping into a blind lust with no one to help him.
“Gaon-ah.” Yohan whispered coming close and the reaction was instant. Yohan was no saint and he might forge innocence but he was fully conscious of the heavy weight that followed him anywhere he went within Gaon’s reach. The young boy would smile and greet him with a soften voice, eyes sparkling in happiness at the sight of him and for months Yohan had been so confused.
Gaon, with his big doe eyes, full lips stretching into joy and his rosy cheeks lighting up in his presence; Yohan didn’t know what to do with it. Even when they boy would fidget in place, hands nervously eager, twisting at his apron in trepidation but never fully gaining the courage to reach for Yohan, to tug at his jacket, nonetheless, to hold his hand. Yohan would see it all with a diffusing gray tint in his eyes. Gaon brought so much color into his life.
Now, he could witness Gaon’s needs and lust beforehand. Gaon shaking in desperation but would stay still just for him, fingers circling around his member denying himself the pleasure of release.
“Please, hyung—” Yohan brought their foreheads together finding a privilege view of Gaon’s body; he could even see Gaon’s eyelashes. Face all red, tears threatening to flow. No matter how much his lower body responded to such imagery, Yohan knew he could not hurt this baby. A sweet boy, even in his desire to become his.
He could barely offer comfort.
“Have you—?” Gaon said no even before Yohan managed to finish his question. “No?” Yohan prompted Gaon’s words. Biting his lower lip in naïve embarrassment, Gaon answered.
“You will be my first.” Yohan felt his hands tremble. Oh, how much he wanted to kiss and devour this sweet little fawn wiling to come to him and lay in between his teeth.
“Touch yourself for me, baby.” Yohan asked in a low voice, his breath warm against Gaon’s cheek and he finally let his lust run through his body. The dry sensation of Yohan’s index barely pressing between his buttocks had Gaon opening his eyes in shock, Yohan couldn’t help but half smile at such honest reaction. There was not much he could use to make his touch softer but Yohan could go as slow as ever, just to bring his baby pleasure. Gaon felt like dying as his throat dry at the sight of Yohan bringing his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet only to rub them slightly deeper into Gaon’s body. Circling with careful touches the eager ring of nerves resting at the end of his back, Gaon moaned at the sensation. Yohan was inside of him.
Only the tip of his finger, a mare line of his nails would slide in carefully before going back out, Gaon always reacting in surprise to the friction. Yohan was conscious of the heat coming from Gaon’s body and how the soft entrance would twitch and throb for him. He did the same thing, for god knows how long until he was able to slide his finger until he reach the knuckle.
By now Gaon leaned on him but still refuse to let go of the table they were in, still refusing to come close enough to fully collide with one another.
“Breathe, Bambi.” They shared a deeper breath and Gaon relaxed fully, only then Yohan slide another finger in. Gaon’s back created a natural arch at the feeling, Yohan stretching his body even more; how come it feels so good? Gaon moaned loud into the room chasing his pleasure by the slow rhythm Yohan guided him with but once more came to a halt, stopping himself as his body shook. “It’s alright, baby.” Yohan reassured him with a tiny smile. “You can come, it’s alright.” Gaon loudly swallowed and stared at Yohan.
“more—” His voice so meek, almost afraid of asking. Gaon breathed out. “Hyung… I want more.” And so Yohan gave his baby what he wanted. Tenderly fucking Gaon with his fingers, slow and deep, matching the rhythm of his gasp and only applying surprising force, rocking him back to make him moaned higher. Gaon trashed all over finally holding onto Yohan’s clothes, Yohan’s name never leaving his lips as he thrilled for more. More of everything Yohan could give him.
“Come for me, Bambi.” Gaon whined digging his nails in Yohan’s jacket, his painful erection all red and glowing seemed to bounce between them. Gaon came in waves of cream colors, all the tension washing away from his body binging a tingling sensation from the top of his heat to the back of his feet, toes curling, his whole body assaulted by such a deep release.
Yohan let Gaon chase his pleasure by the tiniest sway of his hips even when Yohan wouldn’t move an inch and Gaon fully whined with tears in his eyes by the thought of Yohan leaving him.
“hyung,” Gaon begged with a rough voice for Yohan to stay deep inside. Stopping him to go by trapping Yohan with his legs, placing them both on each side of Yohan’s waist.
Yohan chuckled low and brought Gaon’s face to his neck, so his Bambi could rest for a little while. He wanted to laugh some more at the sensation of Gaon getting tight once again around his fingers.