Our first sunrise.

      They met at a club. Yes, the story is extremely banal: San was calmly sitting at the bar when an unknown handsome man approached him with an offer to get acquainted. Both unanimously decided to retire to one of the few booths, knowing each other for only half an hour. San was simply charmed by the laughter and smile of his interlocutor, and he, in turn, was amazed that Choi with his appearance still spends the evening alone. The heated argument about the asset for today quickly turned to Wooyoung’s broken breathing and pleas to do something with him already; San was teasing and took too long to prepare. But after…       Woo remembered their first time for a long time. Before San, no one could make him literally scream with pleasure. The younger one thought that all this was a joke or an exaggeration. But here he is, Jung Wooyoung — unkempt, with his lips bitten into blood, holding on to his partner’s shoulders with a death grip and trying not to lose consciousness from how good he is. San’s strong arms hold Wooyoung, not letting him fall, while soft lips gently pass over the smooth curve of his neck. At this moment, Wen thinks that if he doesn’t say anything now, he will miss the chance. But which one? Jung doesn’t know himself, especially when he’s about to say something strange.       — Will you stay at my place tonight? — Wooyoung asks hoarsely. My head is still in a fog from what I’ve drunk and what happened. San breaks away from his occupation, trying to focus on the eyes of the guy opposite.       — I have a console and a lot of delicious food, I can’t cope alone. — Jeon adds, giggling drunkenly.       — Do you think an adult wealthy man will fall for this? — in an attempt to make a serious face, Choi gave up, laughing, — if you have plush toys plus everything you have named, I am yours forever.       — Does that mean yes, baby? — from the broad shoulders, Wen’s hands moved smoothly to the back of his partner’s head, pulling him closer.       — Absolutely. — the blonde himself was not against being attracted, and therefore easily allowed himself to be involved in a kiss full of passion.       Woo doesn’t remember how they got to his house. He doesn’t remember how magically, drunk to hell, he managed to open the front door the first time. However, he remembers his mini-marathon with Choi in great detail. As soon as he got inside, Jung immediately pressed San against the wall, not giving him a minute to think. San instantly responded to the caresses, and this could not but turn on.       — Do you want to try out my bed? — Wooyoung’s gaze was dark and a little crazy.       — I’m ready for anything you can offer now. — his partner stared back, copying the look full of desire, as if challenging.       — Then quickly take off all your clothes and put your knee-elbow on the bed. — Wooyoung ordered in a low voice; the guy walked over Choi’s boner with his palm, slightly squeezing.       San hissed softly in response, but did not object.       — Right away. Jung urged him, pulling away. And he himself went to the bathroom with an uneven gait in an attempt to find lubricant and at least one condom. He remembered exactly that there were like two of them left, but in what place they were — the main mystery. And Woo sincerely hoped that now his and San’s perfect night would not turn into a quest “find a condom or fall asleep on the floor.”       Fortunately for them, both lubricant and protection were found in one place. It turns out that Uen incorrectly counted the remaining condoms from the last time, and therefore he was somewhat surprised to see as many as four pieces.       “I can only stand it twice…” he reasoned aloud. And then, with a wave of his hand, he took everything he needed and, as far as he could in his condition, hurried to the room where San was already waiting for him.       Choi was almost completely ready, except for the moment that he could not cope with clothes; the shirt did not want to unbutton in any way, and the zipper on the trousers did not give in.       Wooyoung chuckled, looking at this cute picture, and then hurried to help.       — Let me do it, baby.       And even though Woo was very drunk, he coped with buttons and a zipper better than a slightly more sober San.       — Thanks. — Choi breathed out in relief as soon as he took off all his clothes and settled on the edge of the bed.       Wooyoung whistled, eagerly running his eyes over the naked body of his partner.       Broad shoulders, smoothly turning into muscular arms; a perfectly refined torso decorated with abs cubes; dizzyingly narrow hips and thin legs, on which stockings would look perfect. And also a nice scattering of freckles on her neck, plump soft lips slightly parted in nervous anticipation of a kiss and incredibly beautiful fox eyes.       — You’re so…wow. — That’s all Jung could give out, following Choi. The younger one hovered over the guy lying under him, looking at the thin face.       — I’m sure you’re even better, handsome. — San reached for a kiss, and Wooyoung didn’t refuse him this.       It came out smeared, because at the same time Woo was trying to undress. San pulled away, giving such an opportunity.       As soon as he took off his T-shirt and threw it into the far corner of the room, Jung immediately got a heavy breath.       — And you’re telling me I’m beautiful? Have you seen yourself at all? — Choi said. His gaze wandered over the figure of his partner, who was not completely thin, but it was difficult to call her plump. A gorgeous figure of a healthy person.       — You haven’t seen my hips yet. They’re too thick. — Wooyoung said in a strange tone.       — Hey, what are you, handsome? — San stroked his palms from Woo’s chest to the boner covered with jeans in a caress, — do you know how cool it is to spank someone with such stunning hips?       Wooyoung looked at San incredulously. Does he really think that?       — If you don’t do it right now, I’m going to bite you.       — Only if you don’t hold back.” I love being bitten.       At these words, San wrapped his arms around Wooyoung’s waist, pulling him to himself. Another smudged, but nevertheless sensual kiss. It seems to me that everything is spinning at an incredible speed. And this is particularly because of the guy in front of him. He’s as giddy as all the cocktails he’s had today.       San broke the kiss, pulling away first. And then he looked from under lowered eyelashes so that Uen realized that he would do everything that San would tell him to do now.       — What did you say today? Oh, right. Take off your clothes and into the knee-elbow. Instantly. — Choi said it as if he was talking about going to the store, and Jung was literally melting inside from this playful tone and heavy gaze.

Damn it!

      Woo stood up, trying to collect his thoughts. But his head was in a fog, and all he could think about now were San’s strong hands, with which he threatened to spank Wooyoung.       Finally, the jeans no longer constrained movement, being thrown to the side. Underwear repeated the fate of jeans and T-shirts, while San ran his gaze over the body of Woo. Just like the second one did a few minutes ago. Jung hovered over his partner again.       — Fuck, and you’re saying that you have an ugly body? — San began indignantly, pulling the younger one to him.       — I was only talking about the hips. — Jung was confused. And it was funny and weird at the same time. Being drunk, Wooyoung was never embarrassed. Rather, he made everyone blush. What happened today?       — I want to make a very stupid joke. — Choi laughed.       — I was wondering what you could say. — Cupping San’s face in his hands, Jung left a kiss on the corner of his lips.       — Maybe leave it for the morning? It will be more appropriate there. — again, this tone, from which goosebumps run through the body, and there is not a single decent thought in Wooyoung’s head.       — Whatever you say, baby. — Woo covered San’s lips with his own. Finally, it wasn’t happening in some kind of wild rush, and that’s why Wooyoung almost burst into tears from such sensuality. And from the fact that the soft lips of the partner were so pliable. Actually, so was his mouth, which Jung was studying now. The hands of both wandered over each other’s body in search of special places that would allow them to enhance the enjoyment of this night. My head was still spinning.       — You’re so…wow, — as soon as Wooyoung stopped, San immediately began showering him with compliments, — handsome, cool kisser…       — How do I shut you up, baby? Less chatter, more business. — Wooyoung watches in fascination as San does it again; biting his lip, he looks defiantly with his fox eyes.       — But you like my chatter, right? — Choi smiles. And he’s right.       If demons can exist on Earth, it’s probably in a guise similar to Choi San.       — Absolutely. — Wooyoung’s heart skips a few beats because of what is happening.       It’s their mood, alcohol, or something else to blame, but Woo can’t take his eyes off San’s face. In particular, from deep dark brown eyes.       It was not enough to fall in love with a fox-like stranger to complete the list of problems.       — What is it, handsome? — Choi laughed softly, conquering his partner’s heart completely.       — You’re going to spank me like you promised, aren’t you? — Wooyoung answered with a question, taking advantage of the moment and extending his hand to the lubricant.       — Do you want to admire your gorgeous hips in the mirror in the morning? — San closely followed every action of Jung. Even when Wooyoung wasn’t looking at Choi, squeezing lube onto his fingers. It seems that the dizziness, the rapid beating of the heart, and the lightness in the chest are all caused by Wen; his voice, the look of his attentive eyes, his soft touches…       Even if they hadn’t come to his house today, San would definitely have been conquered by this guy.

Oh, yeah. Grease on his fingers.

      Putting his fingers to the entrance of Wooyoung, Choi rubbed the lubricant, and then easily slid two inside. Jung hissed softly.       Wooyoung is too drunk and still very complex because of his hips, while San is located under him, slowly stretching.       — If you could see yourself through my eyes, you would understand that you are incredibly sexy. — Choi whispers in the brunette’s ear, while his fingers find the cherished point. Jung moans softly, burying himself in San’s shoulder. For which he gets a slight slap on the buttock.       — I told you not to hold back. This includes moaning. Do you understand me, handsome? I want to hear everyone. — a quick nod from Woo, and San’s fingers began to stretch him again. Slowly. Tantalizing. As if mocking and caring at the same time. The younger one forcefully squeezed his partner’s shoulders, opening his mouth with a perfectly folded “o” in quiet moans. Wooyoung moved his hips at the pace of Choi’s finger movements, bringing himself to a state in which he would be ready to cum. San only stretched it, spreading his fingers in the manner of scissors.       Jung let out a frustrated sigh as soon as San stopped. The feeling of pleasant fullness and warmth is also gone.       — San, — Woo whined impatiently, wagging his hips, — I’m not getting any younger here, let’s start already.       San only grinned at such impatience.       As soon as Wooyoung started hurrying his partner again, there was a loud enough slap across the room — Choi began to fulfill his promise. Above him, Jung was choking on how much he liked it all; blows from San’s heavy palm alternated with soft, gentle kisses and affectionate strokes, which he generously bestowed on everything he could reach. There didn’t seem to be a place on Wooyoung’s body that was left unattended. Wooyoung didn’t notice when San managed to put on a condom. Fortunately, he didn’t care, because the anticipation of what was coming overshadowed everything else.       — Can I? — San asked softly, still looking from under lowered eyelashes. Choi’s hands stroked Wooyoung’s thighs soothingly.       — It’s about time, — the answer immediately followed, — just let me do something myself. With a wink, Woo began to descend on his partner. It seemed as if both of them had stopped breathing for a while.       — Damn, baby, — Wooyoung breathed out raggedly, feeling someone else’s hands clench on his hips with force.       Jung was in no hurry: at first he waited until the unpleasant sensations completely disappeared, and then he began to move slowly. Throwing his head back, Wooyoung closed his eyes, selflessly rising and falling on Choi.       San was dumbfounded by the way Woo shrinks around him, moving his hips towards him. In the morning, there will definitely be bruises on his skin from such a strong grip of San, but it doesn’t seem to bother anyone. With his hands resting on his partner’s broad chest, Wooyoung leaned forward a little. And almost at the same moment he screamed, as Choi touched a bundle of nerves, sending pleasure all over his body.       — San… — came from Wooyuong’s lips before the room was filled with the moans of both. The skin was burning from the heat, it was incredibly stuffy and there was barely enough air, but no one would have thought to stop. Jung felt that he was already on the verge. Choi was ready to cum too.       This moment will now pop up in San’s memory: Woo shakes from orgasm when he loudly moans the name of his partner and pours out on his stomach.       Jung gets the answer almost immediately; San also ends up with his name on his lips, squeezing the guy’s hips with force.       Wooyoung sank down on San without strength, burying his nose in his temple.       The second one loosened his grip; instead, his hands went over Wooyoung’s body, massaging every inch of soft skin.       Apart from the hum of cars outside the window and the heavy breathing of both, nothing could be heard.       — Baby, you’re fucking awesome. — after a few minutes of silence, Woo gave out.       — And you still remember my name! — Choi was smiling contentedly. Like a cat that’s finally been petted.       — I immediately remembered. But the baby suits you better, San. — Jung began to cover his partner’s face with kisses, to which he hugged Woo, hugging him as close as possible. Although, it would seem, there is nowhere closer.       — I suggest we take a shower together, and then go to bed. — San was the first to break the silence.       — I’m all for it. And then I’ll switch off right on top of you, — Wooyoung laughed easily, — it sounds so-so.       — Yes, a little, — Choi agreed with him, smiling, — although you’re so warm, and I’m so lazy to get up…       With these words, San only hugged Wooyoung tighter. And the second one was smiling contentedly, closing his eyes.       — Come on, get up, otherwise I’m really falling asleep. — covering his mouth with his hand, Jung yawned.       — Actually, you’re the one lying on top, so you’re the first. — There was a chuckle, after which Woo lightly pinched San’s side.       — Hey! Don’t let go of your hands, handsome. — in a light tickle, the San’s fingers went over the partner’s ribs.       — And then what? Will you leave me in this state? — somehow sad asked Woo, — I like it so much with you… You’re going to stay, aren’t you, San-i?       — Of course I’ll stay, Woo. — Choi answered without delay, running his fingers through the brunette’s hair, massaging at the roots.       — Consider that I’m already asleep. — Jung drawled contentedly.       — Hey, no! First we need to wash you, so that in the morning it will be a little easier for you, baby. — San removed his hands, to which Wooyoung sniffed in protest.       — I promise that after the shower I’ll do whatever you want.       — Even if I suddenly want fifty kilos of mint ice cream? — Wooyoung perked up, to which San laughed.       — Well…I can’t promise that, but I’ll try to do my best, Woo.       Choi’s tone of voice was soft as he looked at Wooyoung with an incomprehensible feeling. Incomprehensible to Jung Wooyoung’s drunken brain. San himself, at the beginning of their evening together, already understood what he felt. It was like that most banal “at first sight”.       San doesn’t know how he magically managed to raise Woo, who now looked like a tired, capricious child more than an independent almost adult.       — I don’t want to smell strawberries! — Wooyoung whined plaintively, lightly biting San’s shoulder. He was trying to figure out what kind of shampoo his partner wanted. Apparently, it was useless to appeal to Woo’s mind — the mind was sleeping peacefully from the drink.       — Vanilla, then, baby? — Choi held out the package almost close to Jung’s eyes, which made Wooyoung grimace.       — Shall we mix two? Woo suddenly blurted out, smiling, — vanilla with strawberries… it’s delicious!       — You say that like they want to eat you. — San laughed. His laughter echoed off the walls, coming back to him and Wooyoung.       — Well…you really tried to eat me today, baby. — Wooyoung laughed loudly, and then rubbed his head against San’s shoulder like a cat, to which Choi left a couple of kisses on the top of his head.       San had hoped that the shower would not take much time, but Jung Wooyoung is still a test. Especially a drunk Jung Wooyoung. Or the kind of Jung Woonyoung who, being damn drunk, won’t let himself be washed. It is very difficult to resist him, but San believes that he will definitely be able to. Well, or almost can.       — Wasn’t it enough for you, Woo? — San asks discontentedly after another quick kiss.       — It’s never enough for me. If you’ve noticed, I’m very tactile, baby.       San doesn’t answer anything, just smiles; Wooyoung finally calmed down, even closed his eyes, lowering his head on San’s shoulder. Choi applies shampoo and gently strokes the partner’s black hair.       — Are you good at everything? Jung exhales contentedly, smiling contentedly. A little more and you will be able to hear a contented purr.       — Depends on what you mean, honey.       Under the persuasion of San, Wooyoung still washes off the ill-fated shampoo. And then he gives himself a quick wash with gel, laughing, it’s only worth San’s fingers to walk along the ribs.       And so, falling asleep, wrapped in a huge soft towel… Jung Wooyoung is the sweetest person in this world. So it seems to San that he casts fleeting glances at him while washing.       Jung himself is patiently waiting for Choi, sitting on a chair; the guy now looks like a cloud or a piece of cotton candy — only the black top sticks out of the towel.       — Shall we go? — San is already standing next to him, wrapping a towel around his hips, when Wooyoung is startled by Choi’s voice. It seems that Woo fell asleep.             That’s a fool — he fell asleep right on the chair.       Without waiting for an answer, San picks up the younger in his arms, and then carefully carries him into the bedroom. Hmm, and Jung weighs less than San imagined. Wooyoung, in turn, snuggles up to San, settling his head on his shoulder again.       — Can you stand for a while while I take the bed apart? — Choi spoke softly to Wooyoung, to which he nodded in agreement.       A little unsteady, Woo stood waiting. And then, as soon as San threw back the blanket, Jung threw off the towel, falling on the bed without strength.       — Baby, come to me, — Wooyoung stretched out his hands, — yes, you throw this towel already.       Woo laughed, and San joined in his laughter. It was easy.       Following Wooyoung’s example, San threw off the towel, settling down on the bed. Wooyoung immediately hugged his partner, pressing his whole body against him.       — You’re so warm… a stove. — Wooyoung whispered.       — You’re warmer. Like the sun. — San replied.       They didn’t say another word: Wooyoung fell asleep almost immediately, and Choi looked at his face for a long time. Lush eyelashes, a beautifully shaped nose and plump lips. And moles everywhere. The sweetest mole on the lip looked like a chocolate chip, while the mole on the cheek seemed to give the already beautiful lines of the face some special charm.

Choi didn’t notice how he fell asleep.

The moon began to sink to the horizon.