Chapter 1

Ewon stumbled backwards and fell onto the bed, having been pushed by the ever hungry Mookyul.

"But Mookyul, I have college tomorrow," Ewon complained, scrambling up the bed in a futile effort to escape his lover, who was already crawling across the bed towards him.

"You've got school for the next four days, I can't wait that long," Mookyul growled in response.

"That's because it's only Monday, it hasn't even been a whole day yet!" Ewon yelled, frustrated by his never-sated lover. Couldn't he keep it in his pants for more than a day?

"Exactly," Mookyul replied, as if this proved a point, "An entire twenty four hours is far too long for me to have to wait for you."

Ewon took a breath to yell back some abusive response, but the words died on his lips as Mookyul sat back and unbuttoned his shirt before throwing it dismissively off the bed. No matter how opposed he was to the idea of another rough night, he couldn't help but react to the sight of that magnificent body.

Mookyul took one look at Ewon's face as they scanned his body eagerly and smirked – he'd won. Then again, in the end he always did. He continued to strip, watching the hunger in Ewon's eyes grow, though he insisted vehemently that this wasn't what he wanted. Whatever, he knew deep down that his fox was just as hungry as he was.

"Come here little fox," he murmured in a velvety voice, now completely exposed.

Ewon muttered to himself, looking disgruntled, but did as he was told, shuffling reluctantly towards his naked lover. In the end, he just couldn't resist him.

Mookyul gave a wicked grin as a reached forward and pulled Ewon into a fiery kiss, extracting a moan from him as he bit down on his lower lip. He hands snaked up underneath the hem of his shirt and quickly removed the material, leaving Ewon's chest exposed. This made it much easier for him to ravage his neck and collarbone, biting and sucking whilst Ewon squirmed beneath him.

"D-don't," Ewon gasped, "you'll l-leave – ahh! – marks!"

"Good," Mookyul growled, "then everyone will know that this little fox is mine."

Ewon was about to reply rather sharply that everyone was already very well aware of this fact when Mookyul's hand, which has managed to wiggle its way into his pants whilst they were talking, began to caress him, wiping all coherent thoughts from his head.

Mookyul took full advantage of the situation, removing the rest of Ewon's clothes whilst he was distracted by his expert touch. It wasn't that often that he gave Ewon a hand job; he much preferred to use his mouth, but this way he could see his facial expression, and that more than made up for it.

"Hnnn, ahn," Ewon moaned, unable to contain is voice. He hadn't know that just a hand could feel so good.

Mookyul watched with a smirk, getting hard just looking at Ewon's writhing body, his eyes half closed in pleasure. God, fucking him was going to feel so good. But, as tempting as it was to quit all the foreplay and just pound into him, he kept up the stroking diligently, touching him in all the sensitive places he knew best.

It wasn't long before Ewon was trembling with anticipation, pushed right to the edge by his lovers expert ministrations.

"M-Mookyul, st-stop, I'm g-going –ahha ― to…"

Mookyul smiled and leaned it close to Ewon's ear. "Go on then," he whispered.

The sensual sound was enough to push Ewon over the edge, and he moaned loudly as he came in Mookyul's hand. Mookyul almost growled as he watched Ewon's face, so hard he was half-convinced he could come just watching his lover. But that wouldn't be much fun, would it?

Instead, his sticky fingers moved further down, pressing against his entrance. This was going to make an interesting lubricant. But Ewon didn't protest as the slippery fingers slid inside of him, preparing him for what was to come. However, that wasn't Mookyul's only aim; it didn't take him long to find that sweet spot inside of him, and have his little fox crying out once more.

"Oh god you're sexy," Mookyul murmured between nibbles at Ewon's neck and collarbone. "Why can't I just devour you completely? I don't want to share you…" He removed his two fingers, and Ewon gave an involuntary whimper at the sudden emptiness. "Oh well," Mookyul continued, "I guess I'll just have to make do with this substitute." And with that he buried himself in his lover to the hilt in one thrust.

Ewon screamed, half in pleasure and half in pain. And, to be honest, the pain only intensified the pleasure. Mookyul continued to drive himself into his lover, not even trying to contain himself, yet managing to hit his sensitive spot every time. Mookyul pulled him even closer, clawing at Ewon's back and biting his neck simultaneously.

"Nah, uh, t-too much," Ewon cried, not quite able to handle bites and scratches at the same time.

Mookyul, not wanting to give up any of his actions, decided instead to overrun the pain with pleasure. He reached down between them, returning his hand to Ewon's member, which was already fully hard again. He timed his strokes with his thrusts, which were growing progressively faster as he raced towards his climax. But he held back, not wanting to get there before his lover.

However, it didn't take long before Ewon was moaning loudly with each thrust, getting close to the edge himself though it was his second time that night. How was it that this man could make his body react like this, even when he knew he'd regret it in the morning?

"I-I'm c-c-com-" Ewon didn't even get to finish his sentence before he came again, and it felt just as good the second time around. As he came his muscles tensed, and the extra pressure pushed Mookyul over the edge. They rode the waves of pleasure together, Ewon screaming and Mookyul biting even harder, only just stopping himself from breaking the skin.

Another moment or two and it was all over, the two of them collapsing onto the bed in a heap. Mookyul was quick to trap Ewon in his arms, pulling him close against his chest so he couldn't escape and burying his head in his hair.

"I love you my little fox," Mookyul murmured, glad that Ewon wasn't trying to get away.

Ewon had in fact thought about it for a moment, but decided that there wasn't much point. Besides, he wasn't exactly uncomfortable where he was.

"Yeah, I know," Ewon muttered, and, though he would never say it out loud, the words I love you too were in fact the first thing that came into his head.

However, less than ten minutes later, just as the two of them were starting to drift off to sleep, they were abruptly woken by the doorbell. Mookyul looked over at the alarm clock – it was just past midnight.

"Who the hell is coming over the house so bloody late," Mookyul muttered, irritated. Ewon started to move, but Mookyul put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

"Don't worry, I'll get it. Don't move that gorgeous arse from this bed until I get back, okay?" With that Mookyul rolled out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxers and dragged himself to the front door, muttering under his breath the whole way.

"What on earth do you wa…" Mookyul had flung the door open and started yelling at the same time, only to trail off when he saw who was standing there. It was a girl, a few years younger than Ewon at a guess, and she was looking rather disheveled and frightened.

"Umm…can I help you?" asked Mookyul after a second, thrown off by her appearance.

"I-I'm looking for the residence of Ewon Jung, would this be it?"

"Perhaps. What's it to you?" he asked, sounding slightly suspicious now. If this was some possessive ex-girlfriend from a long time ago, he was going to be really pissed.

"I would really like to speak with him. You see, I'm his―,"

"Mookyul?" a voice questioned from behind him, causing the girl to stop. "What's going on, who's she?" It was Ewon, standing in the entrance to the living room in nothing but boxers. He had heard voices, and curiously come to find out what was happening.

Mookyul turned to face his lover, looking a little annoyed. "Hey, I thought I told you not to―,"

"Ewon?" asked the girl, sounding almost disbelieving as she interrupted Mookyul, "Ewon Jung?"

"Yeah," Ewon answered uncertainly; he'd never seen this girl before in his life.

Before either man had time to react, the girl ran straight into the house and wrapped her arms firmly around Ewon, clinging to him in a desperate hug.

Ewon stumbled, shocked by her actions, before awkwardly wrapping one arm around her shoulder, completely baffled but feeling mean if he didn't do something. However, this only lasted long enough for Mookyul to get over the shock, before he came marching over and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her firmly away.

"Look, I don't know who you are," Mookyul began angrily, "or what you were to him before, but if you think you can just waltz back into his life and―,"

The girl's eyes widened as she caught Mookyul's meaning. "No, no, no," she said quickly, shaking her head and putting her hands up defensively, "it's not like that at all. My name is Dae Jung, I'm Ewon's sister."