[One Shot] ALL MINE [English ver.] {KunMin}

Title: ALL MINE [English ver.]

Author: Riz Aino

Pairing: KunMin (Kunho + Youmin) (ALL(H)OURS)

Rating: NC–17

Genres: AU, romance, smut, pwp

Word count: 6.7k

Summary: When the closed sign hangs on the door and the blinds are down, that's the time when Kunho can have Youmin, all to himself.

Warnings: explicit sexual content.

Notes: story written using the "coffee shop" and "hickeys / marking" boxes for Seasons of Bingo 7.

Author's comment: A wild idea popped into my head from their appearance on Weekly Idol where they were made to wear coquette aprons and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I hope you like it.

 

 

Kunho was sitting at a table in the corner of the café from where he had a privileged view of the whole place and from where he could see everything that was going on in the establishment. In front of him was a half-empty cup of coffee and a piece of cheesecake that he had not yet had a chance to taste, the book he had been reading so far while he took a few sips of his coffee, forgotten next to the food, opened to the page where it had been left, unheeded by the young man. His intention for that afternoon had been to read something in the coffee shop that his father had opened for him, to give him a taste of the business world even though he had not yet finished his studies at the university, to test him to see if he was capable of running a business well, and also to have a look at how his employees handled themselves... but everything had changed only a few minutes earlier. The book Kunho was reading had to be put aside to take a closer look at one particular spot in the place, because some very pretty girls had decided to sit at the bar of the cafeteria and, while they were there, drinking whatever they had ordered, they were flirting with one of his employees: Youmin. If the girls had been hitting on Jeongmin, it wouldn't have been any of his business, he had hired the clumsy guy who broke more cups a week than you could count on the fingers of one hand because he was so good-looking and attracted customers... but no, the girls were flirting with Youmin, his Youmin, so Kunho had been unable to put it aside and, at the moment, all he could concentrate on was watching the situation unfold before his eyes.

 

Youmin, behind the bar, was trying to continue preparing the coffees that were ordered, attending to the customers that arrived with a charming smile and leaving the orders on the trays for those who were in charge of the different tables to pick them up and deliver them, trying not to pay too much attention to those girls, but they were still there, calling his attention, trying to make conversation while Youmin smiled at them, wanting to be nice, but not stopping working, knowing how important it was to give a good image and that there were no bad comments on sns about the place. Kunho had hired him as the main barista because the guy was handsome, worked well and, besides, he knew how to charm the customers —falling in love with him and starting to date the guy had come later— so he knew perfectly well how professional he was and that he was going to put up with whatever those girls said to him for as long as they were there, but Kunho wasn't sure if he could take much more time without intervening.

 

He would never have defined himself as a possessive person... but with this boy, feelings like jealousy and possessiveness came to the surface and kept him from thinking clearly. Youmin was his, all his, and he didn't like the fact that those girls were hitting on him without the boy being able to really say no in case it made a bad impression. However, because they were in his café, in his establishment, where he was the boss and Youmin was one of his employees, Kunho couldn't make a scene either because it would hurt them both and his business, so he just tried to take a deep breath, calm down and just keep watching the scene. If he had to intervene for something, he had to do it as the boss, he couldn't let anyone know that he was doing it to get them to stop flirting with his Youmin.

 

"Boss," Jeongmin called his attention, a tray full of empty coffee cups in his hand. "If you keep staring at those girls, you're going to put a hole in the back of their heads."

"Shut up, Jeongmin," Kunho replied.

 

What he got from the boy was a smirk and a gesture with his hand over his mouth as if he was zipping up a zip, before heading to the bar with the cups —for once without breaking anything— plopping down near the girls who kept flirting with Youmin, trying to get their attention with his charisma. For a moment, it seemed that some of them were sufficiently attracted by how handsome the newcomer was, but the moment Youmin reappeared in front of them, taking the dirty cups to take them inside to be washed, they gave him their full attention again, making eyes at him, giving him charming smiles and sighing for him. Jeongmin turned to Kunho, laughing, before returning to his work and Kunho calculated in his mind how much his losses would add up if he let this boy go until he hired someone equally handsome. Maybe it wouldn't be that much, he still had Masami, the guy was a big chick magnet, though his Korean wasn't yet good enough to communicate properly with customers, he'd only have the option of taking Hyunbin out of the kitchen while he found someone equally as stunning as Jeongmin.

 

His train of thought about a staff reshuffle was interrupted shortly after, as he heard some pottery being broken. Kunho's eyes focused back on the reality before him, searching for who had caused the mess, hoping it was Jeongmin who had broken his sixth plate of the week, but he was standing in the middle of the cafeteria, facing the bar, so he followed his gaze, seeing as he did so that Youmin broke free from the grip one of the girls had on his arm, and then ducked behind the bar. The grip the girl had kept on Youmin's arm seemed to have caused the mess and Kunho clenched his hands into fists. Oh no. Now that he was not going to allow. That girl who had touched his Youmin wasn’t going to set foot in his café again, even if it cost him bad comments on sns and a bad rating for his business. Youmin was his and Kunho was the only one who could touch him. Without a single thought, Kunho got up from the table where he'd been sitting all afternoon and walked steadily around the place, attracting the stares of some of the customers, until he reached the bar and slipped behind it, going over to where Youmin was bent over, picking up with his bare hands the shards of pottery that were scattered on the floor.

 

"Don't pick up the shards with your hands, you might hurt yourself," he said to the boy, causing him to raise his head to look at him. In his eyes he could read a plea for help, something Kunho couldn’t bear. "Put that down before you hurt yourself and go to the storeroom for a broom."

"Yes, boss," the boy muttered.

 

Youmin dropped all the pieces of the broken cup he had picked up before his arrival, leaving them all in a pile on the floor where no one would trip over them, and then got up and ran to the back of the café, disappearing behind the door that only the employees of the café could use. Once there was no sign of the boy, Kunho tried to appear calm and polite, even though his whole being was screaming at him that the only thing to do with these girls was to grab them by the hair and throw them out of the café as if they were nothing more than street bitches. As he turned to them, he gave one of the smiles he used to give when he wanted to charm investors at the parties he went to with his parents, and spoke in the sweetest tone of voice he could muster.

 

"Ladies, I'm so sorry this mess happened right in front of you," he said, giving them a slight bow. "It was an unfortunate little accident and I will make sure it doesn't happen again."

"It wasn't the boy's fault," one of them said quickly, she had short hair and fringes. "We were talking to him and inadvertently distracted him."

"Right," added another of the girls, her hair cascading down her shoulders to her waist, shaking her head in the affirmative and nudging the other girl who hadn't spoken yet, the one who had grabbed Youmin's arm, to nod as well. "It wasn't his fault, it was ours, don't fire him for this."

"Then," he began, still smiling, "you should sit at one of the tables, so that my employee doesn't get distracted and cause more damage to the plates."

 

With a wave of his hand, he invited the girls to get up from their chairs at the bar and leave the place. They immediately did as he asked and left, taking their coffees and cakes to a table a little further away, where they could still see Youmin, but at least they could no longer touch or flirt with him. Kunho still didn't feel relaxed or calm and all he wanted was to kick those impertinent girls, but he had to maintain his image and he had already saved the most important part, he couldn't let his emotions get the worst of him now. His smile mutated, however, the moment he saw Youmin return with some paper wrapped around the index finger of his right hand and it was stained red. He had had to cut himself on the broken cup before Kunho could get to him to pull him out and he felt like grabbing the girls by the hair again and kicking them out of the cafeteria. He didn't, but because Youmin came to his side and gave him a cute smile, it calmed him down enough to think clearly.

 

"Thank you for kicking them out," he said, in a whisper that could only be heard by him. "I didn't know what to say to them or what to do to get them to leave me."

"Throwing a cup and cutting yourself wasn't the best option either," he replied, taking his hand and gently brushing the tissue around his finger, taking advantage of the fact that they couldn't be seen behind the bar. "I don't like it when you hurt yourself."

"It wasn't planned," he replied, "One of them had asked for my kakao id to talk to me just before and it was the only way you could come and kick them out without killing them."

"What do you mean, she asked for your id?" he asked, his voice sounding like the menacing hiss of a snake.

"Something I didn't give her, for your information, because I only want you," he said, "so don't worry and go on about your business, the book looked interesting."

"I'll keep reading the book at home," he replied. "Now I'm going to a pharmacy to buy a packet of plasters, I'm sure Jeongmin has finished all of them."

 

Youmin smiled so adorably at him that Kunho had to use all his restraint not to lean over and kiss the smile that was driving him crazy. They were in public, in his cafeteria, he couldn't afford it, so all he could do was squeeze the boy's hand lightly, telling him he'd be back in a few moments, before heading out the door to the nearest pharmacy. (If he stopped in front of a shop selling kitchen utensils and aprons on his way, only he knew about it.)

 

~

 

Hours later, when night had fallen and the closed sign hung on the door of the café, the door being locked and the blinds drawn, it was time for Kunho to finally have Youmin all to himself. Several minutes ago he had sent the rest of his workers home, so only the two of them were left in the place, something for which he had waited too many hours. Kunho had been holding back all afternoon, ever since he had returned from his short trip to the pharmacy, holding back the urge to cling to the boy's body and not let go until he was shaking, but once the two of them were left in place and he made sure none of the other boys returned, he couldn't hold back any longer. He got up from the chair at the bar where he had been watching Youmin finish mopping the floor and went over to him, clinging to his back and hugging him tightly. The boy's body trembled in his arms, not expecting the sudden contact, but after a few seconds he relaxed against Kunho's chest, letting a deep sigh escape his lips and the older man simply wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to himself.

 

"A hard afternoon?" he asked the boy and he nodded his head. "Mmmm... Would you like to have a little fun then, to take your mind off how hard work was today?" he proposed, whispering in his ear.

 

Youmin's body trembled against his and Kunho couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face because the boy was always so sensitive. He wanted so badly to have him naked in front of him, to touch him again and again until he begged him to stop, to mark him as his own so that no one would have the audacity to approach Youmin and hit on him, declaring war on all those who leered at him or asked him to give them his phone number or id. Youmin was his completely and that day he wanted so badly to have him all to himself and to do everything he knew he loved to do to him.

 

"Let me finish mopping the floor and we can go to your place."

"How about we don't wait for that?" Kunho replied, starting to move his hand over Youmin's stomach, reaching under his uniform shirt.

"Hyung..." the boy protested slightly. "We're in the cafeteria..."

"And?" He questioned, his hand wandering upwards, caressing his abs until it reached his nipple, brushing it with his fingertips.

 

Youmin let out a slight gasp and Kunho couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips, delighted with the way the younger boy was reacting to him and his touch. Before his boy could protest or pull away from him, Kunho spun him around in his arms until they were face to face. Youmin's eyes looked a little lost, puzzled by all of Kunho's actions that day, but he didn't have time to ask any questions because Kunho began to kiss him, first his forehead, taking advantage of the fact that he was a few centimetres taller than him, then his pointed nose, his cheeks, his chin, deliberately avoiding his lips and moving down his neck little by little, until he reached the hollow between it and his shoulder, where he left a small nibble, followed by a sucking with his tongue and lips, leaving a mark that would be very visible.

 

"Hyung..." Youmin gasped. "Stop..."

"No," he answered, still against his neck. "You're mine and I have to let everyone know so they won't hit on you again."

"God... Are you still mad about... this afternoon?" The boy questioned in his arms, his breathing ragged because Kunho kept kissing his skin and leaving marks on it. "You know I only like you."

"I know that," Kunho replied, pulling away from his neck to look into his eyes, "but the rest of the world doesn't."

 

He also wanted to tell him that he wasn't going to leave him alone until his whole neck was full of marks, but he couldn't because it was Youmin's turn to kiss him, directly on his lips, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt to pull him tightly to him. After the initial mild surprise, Kunho responded to the kiss eagerly, happy that tempting his boy a little had resulted in him taking his mouth in that intense, unbridled way, their tongues coming into contact, their mouths sucking on each other and their teeth biting each other lightly. They only separated from each other when breathing became necessary and Kunho couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face as he saw how Youmin's cheeks had turned a shade of pink, just as his lips were glossy from the saliva they had just shared and slightly swollen from the intensity of the kiss.

 

"Hyung... We can continue this at home, I just need to finish a couple of things."

"I want to continue, but not at home," he replied, causing Youmin to frown at him, a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "Since we're here... I want to try something with you because I don't think I can hold out until we get home."

"You literally live five minutes away, hyung, let me finish," the boy replied, laughing.

 

Youmin took a step back to get away from him so he could continue cleaning the cafeteria and they could leave soon, but before he could do so, Kunho grabbed him by the waist with his hands so that he stayed anchored in the same spot he was in.

 

"You can finish your job, but I want to give you something first," he said. "Wait here for a second, just a second."

 

The boy nodded and stayed in the same spot while Kunho ran to where he kept his things, grabbing the bag he had been given at the shop he had entered that afternoon on his way to the pharmacy. He had stood in front of the shop window for a while, after looking at the mannequins dressed in different kitchen aprons, and couldn't help imagining what one of them would look like on Youmin, with his white skin, broad back, narrow waist and perky bottom, completely naked, dressed only in that apron. He hadn't even given it much thought before he had gone into the shop and asked the clerk to give him a light pink apron, with ruffles, laces and a combination of daisies and roses as a pattern, because it was so coquette that he knew it would look great on someone as terribly adorable as his boy, despite what he always wanted to pretend to be, and he had bought it without really thinking about it. He'd bought it without really having in mind that Youmin would be wearing it anytime soon, but Youmin telling him that he wanted to finish cleaning up first before they could go to bed had given him the wonderful idea of making him wear it while he finished cleaning up... and most likely they wouldn't even have to go home for Kunho to enjoy not only a nice view of his ass, but something else as well.

 

Once he had the bag in his hands, Kunho retraced his steps and stopped in front of Youmin, holding it out for him to open and see its contents. A little warily the boy accepted it and when he saw the pink cloth, he raised his head to look at Kunho with a raised eyebrow, but the older just encouraged him to take it and pull it out and that's what Youmin did, letting out a laugh when he saw what it was.

 

"What is this?" he asked, looking at the apron, unable to stop laughing.

"I thought it would look good on you, that colour suits your skin tone," he replied. "Do you want to try it on?"

 

Youmin laughed again at that, but he didn't question anything else and just nodded at his question. With a quick movement, he set the bag on the bar and then took off the apron he was wearing, the one from the cafeteria uniform, leaving it folded on the bar, putting on the flirty apron Kunho had bought for him over his clothes. Before he could fasten it, however, Kunho stopped him.

 

"I want you to put it on," he said to the boy, "but only the apron."

"Oh," Youmin seemed very surprised at this, and for a few moments he could only open and close his mouth without a sound coming out of it, until finally he was able to conjure something. "You're a fucking pervert, hyung."

"But I'm your pervert," he replied, making Youmin laugh again. "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

"Do you want me to undress and just wear the apron here?" He questioned. "In the cafeteria?"

"Why not?" Kunho asked in reply, "I want to have a good view while you finish cleaning."

"Well... first, we're in the cafeteria," he began to list, "where any of the guys can come back and see me, and second, this place is riddled with cameras," he said, pointing to the strategic places where there were several hidden cameras, placed there in case there was a real problem with customers or if someone came in to rob them. "I don't want anyone to see me naked."

"You know that the camera footage is only seen by me," he said, "and the others have already left, the blinds are drawn and no one will see anything," he assured him.

 

Youmin thought for a few moments, probably mulling over all his options, and when he finally made his decision, he looked Kunho in the eye before saying:

 

"If we do this, you'll have to fulfil one of my fantasies another time."

"What kind of fantasies do you have about me, Cho Youmin?"

 

The tone of voice Kunho used in that question was suggestive, provocative, causing a slight blush to spread across the boy's face before he spoke again.

 

"I want to tie you to the bed and do whatever I want to you without you being able to touch me."

 

Kunho swallowed, his mouth suddenly going dry. He hadn't expected that answer from his boy, but it had heated him up too intensely and of course he would accept. He would gladly accept, gladly, in fact. Having Youmin fulfil a fantasy with him didn't matter to him at all because he knew perfectly well he would enjoy it.

 

"Deal," he replied, "Now get undressed before I undress you, please."

 

Youmin gave him a playful smile and then began to remove the clothes he was wearing, the uniform that was mandatory for working at the place, the blue shirt and dark trousers. The slow and almost exasperating way in which he undid the buttons of his shirt had Kunho on the ropes because all he wanted was for him to finish undressing, for his snowy-skinned chest and strong muscles to appear once and for all. He had to use all his patience, which at this time of day and after all he had been through was not much, not to jump on him and rip his shirt off himself. With his trousers, Youmin worked just as slowly, even doing a little dance when he finally decided to start pulling down his pants. The moment his boy was completely naked in front of him, Kunho could see how his member was a little hard, aroused by the situation, but that sight only lasted a few seconds, because the moment Youmin had finished removing his boxers, he grabbed the apron again and pulled it on, slipping his arms through it and then expertly knotting it around his waist. Kunho didn't even have time to tell him if he could tie it himself, and he couldn't even propose it afterwards because the sight before him was glorious and left him speechless.

 

He had been right to buy that damned pink apron because it really looked stunning on Youmin, it was the right shade for his skin tone and it looked really lovely on him. Part of his chest was visible through the low neckline of the apron and it didn't cover the full width of his pectorals either, just as it was so short that it barely reached halfway down his thighs, barely covering more than his member. However, Kunho knew that the best part was in the back, so he wasted no time in asking him, with a twisting motion of his finger, to turn around to observe him in all his splendour. With a blush that now extended to his ears as well, Youmin heeded and began to turn around so that his back was to Kunho, causing the older man to nearly have a heart attack at the perfect sight before him. The straps of the apron crossing over Youmin's muscular back, the bow knotted at the area where his waist began to narrow and his bare ass, that ass Kunho always saw the stars with. This reality was so much better than anything he could have imagined that he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

 

Youmin had told him that he wanted to finish cleaning up before going to his place but Kunho wasn't going to let him. He was feeling horny and very needy, so he couldn't care less that the boy didn't mop the floor of his cafeteria that night. With that in mind, Kunho went back to clinging to Youmin's now naked body, grabbing with his right hand one of his buttocks and with his left hand his boy's member, sticking his mouth to his nape to leave a nibble there, at the same time the younger boy moaned loudly, not having been able to contain his voice, causing Kunho to become even more aroused and, not long after he started rubbing against his ass moving his hips in a circular motion, ramming lightly with his member, still inside his trousers, seeking his own pleasure.

 

"Hyung..." gasped Youmin.

"Shhhh... I'm going to fuck you right now because I can't take it anymore..." he said, shutting him up just like that. "And it's going to be the best fuck of your life, I can tell you that."

 

His boy let out another moan at that, though this time in a low way, and Kunho really couldn't take it anymore. Without even giving Youmin time to prepare himself for what was to come, the older man simply began to push his body quickly until it was against the bar of the cafeteria, wedged between two of the high chairs, and then he pulled his right leg up onto it, taking advantage of his flexibility, that blessed flexibility that drove him crazy and caused them to be able to do the craziest positions thanks to it. Youmin moaned slightly, not because of the position, which was something he could do without any problem, but because of the force with which he had impacted his body against the bar, causing him to bend over it, his dick rubbing against the cold surface. In an attempt to mitigate any pain that might have been caused, Kunho moved to give him small kisses, running up and down his back, licking and nibbling at areas of that white skin, sucking to leave a mark and to make him gasp with pleasure, just as his dominant hand kept touching his crotch, stimulating his testicles and grabbing his ass, lightly tapping against his buttocks to see how they jiggled as if they were made of jelly.

 

Little by little, the boy began to react, more and more intensely, from low gasps to high-pitched moans, which he sometimes tried to stifle by bringing his hands to his mouth, but at other times was unable to do so because they gripped the inside edge of the bar in order to maintain the position he was in. Youmin was becoming increasingly sensitive, responding to every touch of his hands and every kiss or nibble he left on his skin, but that wasn't the only thing Kunho had in mind to do with him. In his descent down his back, avoiding the strips of cloth of the apron, he finally reached his lower back and ended up dropping to the floor on his knees to have better access to his inner thighs, where he continued his task, kissing it, biting it, leaving a thousand and one marks. Youmin's moans grew louder as he got closer to his crotch and Kunho couldn't help but tease him again and again, pulling away from the area as the boy held his breath, wanting more. The little moaning noises the boy made each time he left him wanting more caused Kunho to smile against his skin, delighted with his honest reactions; however, as much as he wanted to drive him to madness with those little gestures, he himself didn't feel able to wait long enough for it, wanting to get inside him as quickly as possible, burying himself deep inside him. For that reason, Kunho stopped playing games a few moments later, starting to lick his crotch, fiddling a bit with the skin of his testicles and the base of his member, which was the only thing he could access from that position, and only after having Youmin trembling with pleasure at his actions, he brought his tongue to his anus, using his saliva to start preparing it. As soon as he did, however, his boy protested loudly and tried to push him away.

 

"Hyung don't... don't do that..." he asked, between gasps. "I've been going back and forth all day... I'm all sweaty and dirty..."

"I don't care," Kunho replied. "I only have one sachet of lubricant in my wallet and you know that's not enough."

"But hyUNG!"

 

Youmin tried to protest again, but Kunho went back to his task so suddenly, that the last part of his "hyung" was a mixture of scream and moan at the same time. Kunho didn't mind licking him there, it wasn't the first time he'd done it and it wouldn't be the last, that he was sweaty he didn't care enough because all he wanted was to ram him over and over again against that bar and he knew from previous experience that a sachet of lube wasn't going to do the job entirely and anything he could help with his tongue before using it would have an impact on Youmin's pleasure and the ease with which he could enter him. It was never easy, it didn't matter how many times they had fucked, Youmin was always so tight, that he needed a huge amount of lube and a fairly thorough preparation to be able to take him in all his glory. He wanted to fuck him, he wanted to fuck him fast because he couldn't stand the urge any longer, he wanted to claim him and mark him as his once more, but the first thing was to make sure Youmin didn't hurt because of it. For that reason he made every effort to smear his anus with his saliva, slipping his tongue into it slowly working his way in, preparing him carefully before using the scant amount of lube he had on hand, causing his boy to gasp and moan with every flick of his skillful tongue. It didn't take him too long to force the muscles of his rectum a little to get used to that first intrusion, and then, smearing one of his fingers in his own saliva, he continued that for a few more moments, until he finally felt he would be able to finish preparing him with the lubricant.

 

Kunho broke away from Youmin, standing up again, feeling his knees ache a little after having been lying on the ground for quite a while. However, that slight pain in his knees didn't bother him at all and he was going to get a good reward, so, ignoring it, he took from the pocket of his pants his wallet and opened it, taking from it the sachet of lubricant he always carried for emergencies, just as he also took out the condom. He left his wallet on top of one of the chairs at the bar, not bothering to put it into his pocket again because what he had to do was much more important than that. Being very careful not to spill the liquid because every drop counted, Kunho opened the sachet of lube and then poured some of it on his fingers and some against Youmin's anus, starting right after that to penetrate him with his fingers, over and over again, his body sticking to his boy's back and kissing the back of his neck again. Youmin's reactions weren’t long in coming. His body trembled with each penetration and each kiss and his moans mingled with gasps, unable to control either one or the other, something that caused Kunho to become a little more daring and confident in what he was doing and employ a little more pressure in his penetrations, opening his fingers and creating space for his dick.

 

The time passed slowly, but at the same time it passed quickly and Kunho worked hard at getting Youmin ready even though he felt that with every moan of his boy, the pressure of his hard member against his boxers was becoming more and more unbearable; however, he endured it as long as he could, until he could no longer hold back the urge and ended up pulling his fingers out of his boy's ass the instant he noticed that he no longer had much resistance to the intrusion. Kunho took just a few seconds to unbutton his pants and pull his member out of his underpants, touching it a little to finish hardening it before putting on the condom he had taken out earlier and pouring over it what was left in the lubricant sachet, taking advantage of the last drops to smear his extension well before lining up its tip against Youmin's entrance, taking the boy by the waist.

 

"I'm going in," he warned his boy in barely a whisper against the skin on the back of his neck. "Stop me if it hurts."

 

Youmin nodded with a slight shake of his head and Kunho smiled against the back of his neck, leaving a small kiss there before moving his hips, pushing into him slowly. Youmin's body tensed irrevocably with the penetration, his walls squeezing Kunho's member deliciously; however, it was better that he relaxed a little, so, the older man stopped holding his waist with his left hand and brought it to his boy's nipple, starting to play with it, making his boy's moans even more constant. Youmin's body soon began to unclench, making it much easier for Kunho to move inside him, slowly, going in a little, out again and back in a little deeper until, at last, he finally got his entire member all the way in. The pleasure he was getting from being inside Youmin, feeling it warm around his penis, was exquisite and the friction of each of his movements was driving him to the edge of the abyss. He was so needy and aroused that at any moment he could lose himself in his own pleasure and not stop ramming Youmin against the bar until he burst into his orgasm, something that didn't happen very often because he usually tried to stay lucid until the end, seeking pleasure for both of them; however, that day between how irritated he had been at the way some girls had tried to hit on his boyfriend and the addition of that apron he had bought for him, Kunho was not in his right mind.

 

The penetrations began to get stronger and stronger, more intense and Youmin's body rubbed again and again against the bar, his leg stretched over it sometimes falling off and Kunho having to hold it and pull it up again, stretching it, his member rubbing again and again against the edge of it and making him moan louder than usual. Kunho was noticing how his boy was getting closer and closer to orgasm when his insides tightened for a few seconds, squeezing him hard or when Youmin was out of breath, for that reason, he worked hard to find the angle with which he rubbed directly against his prostate to help him with it, hitting it a few tries later and causing the younger boy to let out a curse because of it. Kunho couldn't help the laughter that escaped his lips, but kept ramming him again and again, relentlessly, rubbing against his boy's prostate with each penetration until he finally caused Youmin to orgasm. The younger boy's whole body shook uncontrollably as a choked moan came from his lips and his rectum began to squeeze him inside, following the same rhythm as his gasping and accelerated breathing, after that, Youmin dropped onto the bar, exhausted and with his whole body being made of jelly. Kunho didn't stop even though his boy's orgasm had been intense, he kept penetrating him again and again, relentlessly, through Youmin's pleasure to find his own, anchoring his hands on his waist tightly so he could hold on better and use more force in his penetrations. Again and again, faster and faster, Kunho let himself go until he eventually reached his orgasm himself, sinking deep inside Youmin as he cum inside the condom and lay completely static, breathing against the nape of his boyfriend as he recovered.

 

It was an intense orgasm, Kunho guessed from the situation and what had brought them there, so it took a few moments longer than was normal for him to regain control of his entire body. When he finally did, he emerged from inside Youmin, the condom slipping off his now flaccid penis and falling to the floor. Kunho cursed under his breath and tucked his member back into his pants and then bent down to pick it up, tying it into a knot before tossing it into a wastebasket only a few feet away, picking up the sachet of the lube and the wrapper of the condom he had used on his way to it. As he turned to go back to Youmin and help him, he watched as his boy began to sit up from the bar, lowering his leg, trembling, to the floor with a satisfied yet annoyed expression on his face. Kunho knew he was to blame for both and would have to make up for it, so, he walked over to him, realizing that the apron he had bought a few hours ago was wrinkled and stained with semen, just as the bar in the cafeteria was. He gave him the most charming smile he knew how before he finished walking over to him to give him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

 

"I'm sorry," was the first thing he said, truly sorry. "You can clean yourself up and get dressed, I'll finish cleaning up the cafeteria," Kunho left another kiss on his forehead before adding, "I love you."

 

All that seemed to soften Youmin who gave him a little smile before nodding and walking away from him, his legs trembling with every step he took towards his clothes and Kunho couldn't help but feel hot again seeing him in that apron. Maybe when they got home, the younger would let him have another round... but for that he had to leave his place looking clean as a whistle and without any hint of what had happened moments before, ready for the next day's opening.