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Being a supermodel is harder than people think it is.

It's not all taking pictures and smiling, you get a lot of shit from a lot of different people about ridiculously minuscule things, and it's difficult.

It's stressful and emotionally draining.

You're constantly trying to live up to other people's views of you or how they want you to look.

Being the best model in New York City is even harder, and that's apparently what Choi Yeonjun is.

A model's work is a full-time job.

Yeonjun might not be posing for photos or walking a runway 24/7, but he always had to watch what he ate.

He counted calories daily, and exercised day and night to make sure that his body was as fit and as trim as possible.

As a model he had to be scrupulous about his skin and hair care. He couldn't put off a haircut or a leg wax. He didn't drink; he had to say no to nights out with his friends because he often had shoots extremely early in the morning.

You have to not let what people say get to you, and that swings both ways.

One person might call Yeonjun too fat because you can't see every rib he had poking out of his side. But on the other end, he got people telling him how gorgeous he was everyday, and he can't let it get to his head.

Yeonjun didn't want to be the kind of model who thinks he's better than everyone else just because he's considered incredibly attractive.

His face and figure were both something he was born with and something he had to maintain, but his heart and mind, things that he'd worked hard to develop, are what he considered far more important.

Yeonjun wished that people would see past his beauty to what he actually considered worth admiring.

And then there are the perverts; the sleazy photographers who think they have some god-given right to take photos and try to touch models.

Funnily, it stopped once Yeonjun's best friend and soulmate, Kim Taehyung, started escorting him to shoots.

He’s always been the elder brother figure in his life while also acting like a fake maknae at times. He's his bodyguard now, which he thinks is hilarious, but he takes his job extremely seriously. Yeonjun never had a real issue with sleazy photographers with Taehyung around. The man would be two seconds away from metaphorically snarling like a wolf if someone dared to take a step forward without his consent and approval. But underneath all that male bravado, Yeonjun knew him to be a big ball of mush. And he loved Taehyung in all of his personas.

And now that Yeonjun told you all of that, you might think that modeling is the worst profession in the world.

But it's not; it's just not easy.

Yeonjun loved what he did; he's a creative person who thrived on generating good art. It's usually always fun, if a bit painful sometimes, when he's arranged into a difficult position that he had to hold for an extended period of time.

Modeling also gave him the confidence he was never able to get naturally. If you knew Yeonjun before he became a model you might be interested in knowing how he managed to become one.

It's true that he'd always been considered very pretty, he was noticed throughout high school by all the guys. The girls he went to school with were nice to his face, but petty and jealous behind his back. Yeonjun knew that now of course, but at the time he thought there was something wrong with him.

When he was sixteen, he was spotted in a crowd of people by an agent, who immediately swooped in on him and peppered him with questions about any experience he had as a model. At the time Yeonjun had none, but that had been remedied quickly enough.

MOA was tiny and came up to just under Yeonjun's shoulder in height, but they were a force to be reckoned with.

Once Moa had Yeonjun's mother's permission, it only took two weeks for him to have a full portfolio and his first job for a Target catalogue wearing sleepwear.

Yeonjun managed to finish school; he was smart enough and capable of entering a program where he was able to accelerate his education and graduate six months before the rest of his class.

Once he was free from study, Moa took full advantage of Yeonjun and he was soon thrown into modeling full time at the age of seventeen.

Yeonjun posed for fashion magazines and ad campaigns. He quickly learned how to walk a runway; as he was tall and slim, his body type was perfect for the catwalk, and once he'd turned eighteen he often modeled bikinis and lingerie.

Victoria Lingerie was one brand that saw Yeonjun and wanted to use him as their top model; he signed the lucrative modeling contract and never looked back. Yeonjun modeled exclusively for them for six months, being their top model until the contract ran out.

Once it did, Moa and Yeonjun had calls with offers from all over the country wanting him to be their model.

Yeonjun no longer worked exclusively, and had his pick of who he wanted to work for. The perks were great too at first, but after a while the free handbags, shoes, panties and bras, the clothes, the haute couture, the make up and perfume, and countless other gifts from various brands got tedious.

Yeonjun lived in a great penthouse with lots of space, but he didn't have enough of it to keep every item he ever received. So more often than not, he gave the freebies to charities who would auction off the items piece by piece. It felt good to be able to do something, even if it wasn't much, but the money raised from the bits and pieces Yeonjun gave to the charities was usually around the $100,000 a year mark, so it did feel good to be able to give something.

Yeonjun was twenty-two years old now, and his reputation as a fashion model is worldwide thanks to Moa.

Like he was saying, anyone in high school who knew him then would find it hard to see how he got to be where he was today. But modeling had given Yeonjun confidence in himself that he never had. And that's why he loved it.

Except for today.

He didn't love what he did on days where he modeled with Evan Parker.

A fellow model who Yeonjun's worked with a few times before, he's good looking but he knows it and he's full of it.

Evan also wanted Yeonjun for his own.

He thought that they would make an awesome power couple, but the only thing powerful about Evan Parker is the stench of the cologne that he insisted on slathering all over himself whenever he knew Yeonjun's going to be working with him.

And it's powerful in the knock-you-out-cold kind of way, not in the enticing, I-need-you-now kind of way that he's sure Evan is trying to go for.

Moa's phone rang and they picked it up, shooting Yeonjun an apologetic look as they answered the phone.

Moa is always on the phone, and usually on Yeonjun's behalf.

They did have other models to look after, but no one as big as him. That's what they told him anyway.

Yeonjun honestly wouldn't mind if Moa left him alone for one day. One hour would even be nice.

He loved the person, but honestly, they can be a bit overbearing sometimes, and more often than not Yeonjun's wishing to be a normal guy.

A person away from all this chaos, flashing camera lights and make up artists with their huge powder brushes who hover around him like flies.

At the moment, they were sitting in his trailer waiting for their call to go on set.

It's quite hot outside, and Yeonjun had been told to sit in here in the air conditioning until they're ready for him.

He'd had his make up all done, and he's wearing the Calvin Klein cut-off denim shorts that he'd been specified to wear.

Yeonjun's covered in a white, silk robe for the meantime but once he's on set, he'd be asked to remove it and get all intimate and close with Evan Parker.

Gross.

Moa hung up the phone and a moment later there's a knock on the door, which is a signal that they're ready for him.

Yeonjun stood up and crossed the trailer to exit and walked the few feet it took to get to the set.

A make up artist descended on him for last-minute primping, and a second assistant came along to remove his dressing gown for him and to oil his skin.

Her hands rubbed the oil over his torso and chest and down his shoulders and arms, across his stomach, and then she turned him to do his back.

The first time this happened to him it was weird.

Having someone running their hands all over him, and he didn't even know who they are!

But now Yeonjun barely even blinked, and just focused on a spot of in the distance and stood still so that the make up artist can do her thing.

Yeonjun was mentally preparing himself for Mike.

He tried to think of the most lewd comments he'd try to attempt make, so that when he's on set with him, the tamer-but-still-not-so-subtle comments won't bother him so much.

Yeonjun took a deep breath and turned around; the make up artist and body oiler had finished working on him, and he's ready to take his place on set.

He hadn't yet seen Evan today, but it's not been that long since he last worked with him, so he can't have changed all that much.

Yeonjun was shocked, however, to see not Evan Parker, but the Adonis body of Choi Soobin standing only a few feet from him.

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Yeonjun had known of Soobin for quite a while.

He's been in this business longer than he had. Yeonjun believed Soobin is five years older than him, and started modeling when he was nineteen.

Soobin isn't as well-known as Yeonjun is, but he is well-known enough that most people in the business would know his work.

The first time Yeonjun laid eyes on Soobin was in Dolce & Gabbana ad for men's underwear.

He hadn't been able to take his eyes off him then, and he still couldn't take his eyes off the man in front of him now.

The younger took in his form; the older male is shirtless as well, and slightly oiled too. It's hard not to appreciate how good-looking he is.

But Yeonjun was confused; he was absolutely positive that Evan Parker was meant to be on set with him today.

Why is it that the one guy he had yearned to work with in the six years of modeling he'd done, but have never managed to for some reason or another, is now standing in front of him, where Evan Parker should be standing?

Yeonjun took a step forward and noticed Soobin's gaze slip down his body.

He realized then that he's naked from the waist up, and the guy he'd wanted to meet for the past half-decade is seeing him for the first time in all of his half-naked glory.

For the first time in ages, Yeonjun felt self-conscious about his body.

He wondered if Soobin is seeing the flaws that others have tried so hard to cover up.

He wondered if he thought he's too skinny, or too fat. He wondered if he finds the shade of his skin too pale, or not pale enough.

All of the negative things Yeonjun's ever heard about his body came to the front of his mind in an instant as Soobin stared at him.

He'd never felt so exposed, and not just because his top half is uncovered.

Yeonjun's pride and self control stopped him from using his arms to cover himself; if he looked at all unconfident with his body, then others will see it too.

With all the confidence he can muster in himself, he took another step forward and finally reached him.

Nobody had bothered to explain to Yeonjun why Evan Parker had been replaced by Choi Soobin for today's shoot.

They probably figured that telling the model anything to do with today isn't worth the bother.

He glanced over at Moa and he can tell that they are surprised as well.

As Yeonjun turned back to Soobin, he saw him looking at him curiously.

"I take it you didn't get the memo about Parker?" Soobin arched a brow.

"He got food poisoning last night, and the shoot I was scheduled to be on today was cancelled. Me and Parker share the same agent, so he was able to arrange the switch. I hope you're not disappointed that Parker couldn't be here."

Yeonjun heard Soobin, but his eyes were travelling up and down his body, taking in the bare torso and the "v" formation of his hips.

His jeans were slung low on his hips, and he could see the trail of hair that disappeared past the waistline of his jeans.

"No, not disappointed. Just surprised.... pleasantly so." Yeonjun murmured and offered him his best smile. "I'm Yeonjun."

"I know who you are," The ravenette said. "I'm Soobin."

The ravenette found it hard to tear his eyes away from Yeonjun's body, but did his best to look him in the eye when he's speaking to him.

Soobin's polite, Yeonjun decided.

He's used to people staring at his body, especially when he's half naked, and he's used to people not bothering to be discreet about it as well.

But it's always nice when someone tried to treat him like the person that he actually was, and not just a body to appreciate.

Yeonjun's actually feeling excited about today's shoot now that he knew that Soobin will be replacing Mike.

He grinned shyly up at him. "I know who you are, too."

Yeonjun smirked and stepped closer. He's enjoying the flirting that's happening between the two of them.

He's used to guys giving him special attention, but for some reason the attention from Soobin seemed better than anything else.

There's still a considerable gap between them.

All of this had only taken a few moments, and barely anyone noticed them as they exchanged pleasantries.

The photographer yelled out for them to take their places and explained the first pose he wanted them to use.

The set is fairly standard; it is set up as a living room, and there's a lounge by a wall and about five light stands that are pointing in the direction of the lounge.

There's also a black backdrop on another wall, with even more lights pointing at that.

First up, they were to stand by a backdrop; it is a simple black backdrop with numerous lights set up to keep the set illuminated.

The first position was with Yeonjun's back to Soobin.

The older male was resting his chin on the younger's shoulder and his arms were crossing over his chest; the latter's own hands were crossed over the former's, so that it was an intimate embrace.

The photographer began to snap away.

He clicked the shutter button and flashes from the lights above them burst forth.

Yeonjun relaxed his face and jut his bottom lip out just a bit. He'd done this pose before and knew which expressions to use.

He was highly aware of Soobin's pelvis pressing against his ass as he held him.

They kept the pose for another few minutes before they're asked to change again.

This time, Yeonjun was asked to hold his arm behind his head and weave his fingers through Soobin's ink hair, his other arm was to rest on Soobin's hip behind him.

Soobin's left arm rested on Yeonjun's pelvic bone; his right hand was placed over the left of his chest.

There is a strange frisson of energy when their skin is in contact with one another.

Yeonjun felt a weird tingling feeling, his skin tightened wherever Soobin placed his hands.

And right now, with his hands pressed against his bare chest, he could feel his nipple tighten and perk up against his will.

Well, shit.

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Yeonjun tried his best to ignore it though, as he had to focus on what he's doing, which is looking into the camera and giving his best sultry stare.

The photographer asked Soobin to slide two fingers down the front of Yeonjun's denim shorts and to cup only one of his pec while he cupped the other.

He knew that all Soobin could feel is smoothness down there; his hand isn't covering Yeonjun completely, but it is to only suggest that his hand is going down there.

Soobin turned his head into Yeonjun's neck and brushed his lips against his neck.

The photographer asked Yeonjun to move back a little, and to lean against Soobin more.

Yeonjun did as told and shifted back against Soobin, and found to his shock and pleasure that the ravenette was hard and wanting; his cock was poking him in the ass through his jeans.

Soobin's fingers seemed to subconsciously brush back and forth over Yeonjun's bare skin, down there, as though he was admiring the soft and smooth skin he found there.

His fingers were doing amazing things to Yeonjun's body and he was barely even touching him.

Yeonjun's getting warmer and warmer as this shoot progressed, and if things developed even more than they were now, he's afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back and he'd beg Soobin to fuck him in the studio, on the couch in front of everyone.

They were asked to change their positions a few more times, each intimate pose making Yeonjun become hotter and hotter as they went on.

Soon, they were asked to move to the couch; once again, the photographer told them what poses he wanted them in.

Yeonjun took his spot, carefully lying back against the arm of the chair.

Once in place, Soobin positioned himself above Yeonjun, holding himself up by his arms, which he placed on either side of his head.

Soobin stared down at Yeonjun, their eyes boring into each other.

He slowly lowered himself on top of him, careful not to crush him; his knee came to rest between his legs.

Soobin's chest pressed gently against Yeonjun's.

"That's great, Soobin," Someone yelled, "Move a little to your right…."

Soobin shifted his body, his chest brushed against Yeonjun's already hard nipples.

"Perfect!" The photographer mumbled before ducking behind his camera to take some pictures.

He's silent for a few moments before his head popped up again.

"I need you guys to be hot and heavy with each other without exposing parts, remember we're trying to shock the world with this ad campaign. I need you to be scandalous."

Yeonjun turned his head to look at the photographer, but after he's finished speaking he turned back to look at Soobin.

The ravenette was looking at him strangely, smirking almost.

"I don't think that's going to be too hard," Soobin mumbled, shifting above Yeonjun and grasping his hips tightly.

The younger male was shocked again when he felt the older's hardness against him there.

Let's just say that Yeonjun was not naïve enough to not know what was rubbing against himself so intimately, but he definitely had never felt anything of that size rub against himself, if you know what I mean.

Soobin's hands began to trail suggestively over the skin of Yeonjun's outer thighs.

His breath was hot on his neck as he leaned in to trail a string of kisses across his collarbone.

The photographer's praises came enthusiastically across the few yards between.

"Your nipples look so sexy all puckered up like that," Soobin whispered, muffling a groan.

Yeonjun heard himself whimper at his words, his body arched subconsciously, and he felt him shift against him, his cock connected with his owns.

Yeonjun turned his head slightly, allowing Soobin access, and he can see the room had cleared of most of the crew.

Moa was gone and so was Soobin's agent.

Taehyung remained as was customary, but he's talking to an attractive blonde who is in charge of the styling for the shoot. He's leaning up against the far wall way at the back of the room.

The only other people in the space were Soobin, the photographer, and Yeonjun.

Yeonjun ran his hands over Soobin's arms, his lips trailed up his neck and to the outline of his jaw.

He wanted to feel his mouth on his; he felt the desire to have his lips possess him so powerfully that he can't help but whisper into his ear.

"Kiss me." Yeonjun murmured, slightly begging as he looked up at him with rosy cheeks and innocent blue eyes.

Soobin didn't even hesitate, his mouth moved from Yeonjun's jaw line to his lips immediately, and captured them between his in a passionate, heart-wrenching kiss.

The photographer moved in to get a few close-ups, but Soobin soon forget about him and Yeonjun's own thoughts were for the sex god on top of him.

Yeonjun's legs had a mind of their own and wrapped themselves around Soobin, effectively pulling him closer to his body.

The ravenette's body shifted against his and he felt him rubbing against his bulge.

Soobin's movements were only minute and would be hard to detect from any distance, but Yeonjun felt him shifting, his whole body could feel him.

Pleasure was spreading to every part of Yeonjun's body as they moved together.

God, he wanted him so bad.

Yeonjun's body is not the only one begging for him, his mind is too.

"Fuck, Yeonjun," Soobin swore into his ear.

He murmured his name as though he is in pain.

"I want you so much."

A thought briefly flickered in Yeonjun's mind that if it were anyone other than the man who is with him right now, he would feel repulsed.

Hadn't he been dreading Evan Parker for the very same thing? But he can't help but feel anything other than incredibly turned on by this man.

Soobin smelled good, he didn't reek of anything; he might have the barest splash of cologne on him, but he smelled sweet and hot and like nothing Yeonjun had ever smelled before.

And he tasted good too; his mouth on his was like molten chocolate.

Yeonjun's not wearing any panties beneath the denim shorts, and he's getting pretty wet, the evidence of which was starting to leak from him, pooling between his thighs.

He responded to Soobin's statement by kissing him hard as he seeked friction with his hips and arched his body into the older's.

Soobin's hands trailed over Yeonjun's body and over the sides of his chest.

Things were definitely starting to heat up between them, their hands and arms were moving frantically over each other and the photographer asked them to slow their movements down, which distracted him for a moment.

But then Yeonjun felt Soobin's arm, the one that is closest to the back of the chair, sneak around him and down his side, hidden from the camera.

Soobin's fingers slipped easily under the denim of Yeonjun's shorts; they were loose enough and were low on his hips, so that it was easy for Soobin to slip his fingers under the material to feel him.

Yeonjun tried to contain his gasp of surprise as Soobin's fingers brushed over his leaking cock and the side of his balls.

His pelvis thrusted against him, encouraging Soobin to touch him more, his other hand covered Yeonjun's chest and nipple that was closest to the camera and his lips attacked the other's plump ones, his neck and throat.

Yeonjun's head rolled back against the arm rest; Soobin's fingers had found his swollen flesh and he's flicking at the slit, then rolling his balls between two fingers as he stroked the wetness around.

All this time, the photographer was snapping photos; he seemed to know better, to keep at a distance and to not give instruction.

He knew that if he spoke, the chemistry between the models might disappear, and he'd lose the magic that he's capturing on camera.

The room was dead silent except for Yeonjun's almost-silent sighs and Soobin's occasional grunts of pleasure and the clicking of the camera.

Soobin was careful not to expose Yeonjun's nipples to the camera, his chest or hands keep them covered from view.

It was fine if the slight swell of his pec was shown, advertising permitted such things, but if a nipple, just a glimpse of one, was shown, it's game over.

Yeonjun was glad of this rule as Soobin made sure that his nipples were covered at all times.

Soobin's palm rubbed over them while the fingers on his other hand played with his wetness.

Yeonjun had to admit, it was a little difficult to maneuver in this way.

Soobin's hand needed to cross over his backside to reach to his flesh. He can't imagine that his arm was feeling good right now.

But he's so close, Yeonjun murmured into his ear that he's nearly there, pleading with him not to stop.

But then the photographer stepped closer and Soobin's hand froze, withdrawing from underneath him.

"I think that's enough of that position, let's try with Yeonjun on top now."

Soobin sat up, and the other followed.

Yeonjun was pouting a little with disappointment, but when the photographer described the image he wanted them to portray he almost shouted with glee.

He had to remove his shorts for this shot.

And Soobin was to sit facing the camera. His jeans were going to be around his knees.

Yeonjun watched as the ravenette lowered his jeans; he was commando underneath, which wasn't unexpected as he was also going commando.

Soobin's length was hard and large, and the other's eyes bulged slightly.

Yeonjun knew he was big, he'd seen photos of him in underwear that left little to the imagination and he felt him just before rubbing against him.

But the size of him made him want to see if he can fit inside of him and to also feel him fill him completely.

Soobin took a seat, his eyes never leaving Yeonjun's.

The younger male was supposed to straddle the older and sit on his lap; they were to look as though they were having sex on the lounge.

Of course, Yeonjun never would dare to actually have sex with someone while there were photos of him being taken.

As tempting as it was right now..…

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"Soobin, bring your face to his shoulder…. Rest your jaw against the side of his neck…. Look in this general direction… But don't look at the camera. And you, Yeonjun, shift a little closer to him, don't be shy.… place your head on his shoulder… that's it…. Good job, guys!" The photographer returned to his job and Yeonjun and Soobin were naked, his wetness was seeping all over his cock as it was flush against him.

Yeonjun shifted a little, his body begging him to just feel what it's like to have Soobin inside himself.… just a little wouldn't hurt.His mouth was right by Soobin's ear as was the other's, right by his.

“What wouldn't I give to be inside you right now…." Soobin whispered hotly. Yeonjun gave a whimper at the idea.

If only this photographer wasn't here right now snapping away. He seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“If this guy wasn't here taking photos of us right now, I would've fucked you on this chair. Shit. Do you know how hard it is not to slip inside of you to feel how tight you are?" Soobin's dirty words were not helping matters.

“Soobin, I want you too.... I love the way you feel against me," Yeonjun said breathlessly.

He knew that the position they were in would hide Soobin's cock from the view of the camera. But Yeonjun's aware that once Soobin was inside of him it would be so hard to resist moving on top of him, and then it'd definitely be obvious to anyone watching that they were having sex.

Especially the photographer.

But it's getting harder and harder to resist, the idea of having Soobin inside of Yeonjun was too delicious to even consider.

"Hold your poses guys, I just need to adjust this lighting." The photographer had taken his eyes off of them for a moment, and even though Yeonjun had already decided that they shouldn't do this, he can't help himself.

He shifted his body a fraction higher and situated his ass so that Soobin's cock was right in between his parted cheeks and at his entrance.

Soobin slipped inside only the tiniest bit, his body was begging him to slide forward so that he could fill Yeonjun completely.

Soobin's groan was soft, but as his mouth was right by Yeonjun's ear he heard his low curse.

"Fuck." He groaned.

The other's whole body was throbbing in need. His cock was sensitive from the friction he created before.It had only taken the photographer a few moments to get his lighting sorted, and he was back in position now taking photos.

"I want you both to look each other in the eyes now. Soobin, grasp both sides of his head in your hands. Yeonjun, I need you to shift your body closer to him…"

Yeonjun's eyes widened a little as he realized what the photographer had asked them to do. If he shifted his body closer to Soobin's then he'd fill him completely, doing effectively everything that his body had been pleading with him to do.

Yeonjun bit his lip and shifted his hips forward; Soobin's mouth opened slightly as he gasped. The younger was making a quiet whimpering noise; at least he hoped he was being quiet.

“You feel so good," Soobin murmured.

"We can't move," Yeonjun whispered desperately; even though he wanted to so very much.

"Soobin, I can't see your face, tilt your head a little, bring it closer to Yeonjun's face."

Soobin did as he's told and brought his lips closer to the other's ear. "You're so tight and wet; fuck, you're dripping all over me, Yeonjun."

How can he say those things? Yeonjun wondered as his eyes drifted closed and a sigh escaped his lips.

Soobin was so thick and long, he filled him completely. Yeonjun shifted his body just a little, trying to get a bit of friction. He tried to pull it off as though his body was getting tired, even though he could usually stay in the same position for ten to twenty minutes at a time.

"That's great, guys!" The photographer praised. "I think I have everything I need."

Yeonjun looked over his shoulder at the photographer, who was scanning through the photos on his camera; he's not looking at them.

The clock on the back wall said that they'd been at this for about two hours. Yeonjun saw that Taehyung and the tall blonde guy had disappeared.

Soobin's hands gripped at his waist begging him not to get off of him, the photographer was enraptured in looking at his photos and seemed to absentmindedly leave the studio to go and check out the photos he's already captured.

They were left alone....

Yeonjun turned his head back to look at Soobin. "Any moment now people are going to be coming along to check on us now that the photographer is gone…."

Soobin nodded and helped him het off of him, he slipped out of Yeonjun and immediately he felt loss of his cock inside of him. Yeonjun wanted nothing more than to slide back onto him but somehow his head reasoned with him.

"Meet me in an hour, if you can, my apartment is a block from here.…"

Yeonjun was nodding his head before Soobin could even finish his sentence. He's so desperate to be able to finish what they'd started.

Soobin rested his head against the other's. "I've wanted to meet you properly since the first time I saw you at a party three years ago. I want to know you, Choi Yeonjun...." He murmured, stroking his rosy-red cheek.

Yeonjun was surprised to hear that Soobin was at a party he attended. He so very rarely went to such events that were thrown around the town, and only ever went if his agent forced him to.

It's good publicity, Moa always said with a shrug.

Soobin kissed him fully and deeply on the mouth, Yeonjun's aware that they're still standing naked in front of one another. He bent down and pulled up his Calvin Klein jeans, and the younger male looked around for the white robe he came in with. It's folded over a chair; he walked towards it, feeling the other's eyes on him, but just as he slip into it Moa burst through the doors looking for him.

"Wow, that was quick. Usually we're stuck here for ages for the perfect shot. You must have done really well today. Good job, Junnie." Moa had got a secretive smile on their face, as if they knew exactly how well the shoot went.

Yeonjun shot a sideways glance at Soobin that Moa didn't miss; they turned to look at him and appraised the model standing nearby.

Soobin took that as a cue to leave, which he didn't blame him for. Moa, while small, can be quite scary.

"The shoot was good, really good actually, I think the photographer got his perfect shots," Yeonjun said. "He ran out of here as soon as he was done."

"I bet he did," Moa arched an eyebrow and placed a hand on each hip.

Yeonjun arched an eyebrow right back at them; they obviously wanted dirt, which they weren't going to get. "Soo…. I have to go and get ready to leave. I have somewhere I have to be in an hour."

Moa furrowed their brow and looked at Yeonjun quizzically. "No you don't, you don't have to be anywhere for the rest of the day. You were supposed to be here for most of the day, I'm telling you, it's not often a photographer leaves so quickly. Normally it takes them ages to get the right shot."

Yeonjun smiled secretly a little as Moa said all this.

It is true that it sometimes takes a while for a model and a photographer to warm up, especially when there is more than one model involved.

Yeonjun could only put it down to the powerful connection him and Soobin shared. Call it what you'd like: chemistry, pheromones, lust, or just being horny. Whatever.

Yeonjun can't help and think about him and how intense the session was. His body was still reacting to the way he felt against him. Which must have been why it didn't take all that long.

Still, Yeonjun was happy to hear that the rest of his day was free. It isn't often that he had free time.

He'd break any promise or commitment to be with Soobin right now, but it's nice to know that he didn't have to.

Moa didn't say anything; they didn't need to. Their expression said it all as things clicked into place. "Well, have fun."

Yeonjun didn't need any more than that. He rushed from the studio and to his trailer to remove the make up from his face and the oil from his body, and put his normal clothes back on.

Thirty minutes later, he was clean and fresh. Yeonjun jumped in his waiting Limo and asked the driver to take him to Soobin's apartment. He'd left his address for him on a slip of paper that he'd slid under his trailer door.

Yeonjun's hair was still wet from his shower, but he's not so concerned about that and more anxious to see Soobin again. He arrived at his apartment twenty minutes early, the doorman greeted him and told him to head on up as Soobin was expecting him.

Once Yeonjun reached his door, he knocked and waited. There's a long pause and Yeonjun was about to knock again when he heard the shuffling from behind the door that told him someone is there, and Soobin opened the door.

The ravenette was standing before him in wet, and in nothing but a towel.

Soobin had obviously only just gotten out of the shower. His hair is still dripping just like Yeonjun's, and by god does he look hot.

Yeonjun took in his form as though he hadn't been staring at him just half an hour ago. The guy is definitely good-looking.

It's pretty hard not to pounce on Soobin, so Yeonjun did.

The door clicked shut behind as he launched himself into his arms. Yeonjun reached for his face and pulled him down so that their lips can meet. Soobin's lips hungrily captured his and he felt the material of the towel he's been holding around his waist drop to the floor.

"I've wanted you for so long...." Soobin admitted, his lips beginning to trail down his neck and find a pulse point.

"Really?" Yeonjun asked, amazed, because ever since he'd first seen his photo he'd wanted to meet him too.

Perhaps at the time he didn't know what he wanted to do when he did meet him, but he wanted to see him. Yeonjun was disappointed that he was at a party he attended and he was never introduced.

"Yeah, everyone always told me how you were different from all the other models, that you were more down to earth.... I heard about all the stuff you gave to charities and….." Soobin broke off to capture Yeonjun's lips again.

Wait, his brain is trying to catch up with what he's saying. It seemed to him that while Soobin is warm for his form, he also seemed to like what he's heard about his personality. Yeonjun felt warm inside knowing that there's more than just a physical attraction shared between them.

“What do you mean?" Yeonjun pressed, wanting to know how he felt about him.

Up until this point, he was under the impression that he was hot for him because of how he looked. Soobin pulled back again to look at him. He framed Yeonjun's face with his large hands, holding him so that he can look him in the eyes.

“Yeonjun," He spoke. "You have to be the most beautiful person I know, inside and out. You're smart and you're nice. You're confident and sexy as hell. How could I not want to be with you? Ever since I saw you give that speech about animal protection about a year back and you were taking about the welfare of endangered species, I knew there was more to Choi Yeonjun than just a hot body and a pretty face...."

Yeonjun felt something inside of him melt. He'd always wanted to meet a guy who saw more of him than what was on the outside. He'd been told that he's "different" to other models. Like most models, he had anything he could ever want: an overflowing bank account, an attractive body, and he often received compliments about how pretty he was or how he made a top/dress/handbag look 'absolutely amazing".

Still, there's a brain under this hair, and a heart under his chest, and it's so much nicer to be recognized as someone who had those things.

It's even better that the person recognizing this was Choi Soobin.

Yeonjun placed both hands around his face and pressed his lips to his again, fiercely. Soobin's hands found his shoulders and he steered him backward until Yeonjun was resting against the door that has only just closed behind him. He's pushing him a little roughly against the wood, but he liked it.

Yeonjun kissed Soobin back roughly, his fingers played at his skin, and they made their way down the side of his body and to his waist. He flinched a little and pulled back.

"What?" Yeonjun asked, feeling alarmed that he's done something wrong.

“Nothing," Soobin mumbled. "Just tickles." He grinned and pulled at Yeonjun's top a little, trying to get him out of his clothes.

The other male was more than happy to help him out with that, and they quickly made work of the barrier of material working against them and soon both of them were naked.

Yeonjun was standing before him in nothing now; his body is aching for his touch. He hadn't felt this turned on in his entire life. He took in Soobin's naked body before himself.

They were without the presence of a third person in the room like before, when the photographer had been taking their pictures.

Now that Yeonjun's alone with Soobin, he was greedy to drink up the sight before him. He reached out his hand to touch him; he was remarkably big. Soobin was hard in his hand as he stroked him. His cock swelled in Yeonjun's hand, getting even larger, if it were at all possible.

"Fuck…. if you keep doing that…" Soobin murmurs, he was shuddering and the other felt a pulse of pleasure knowing that he's turning him on so much. Yeonjun stretched upward to kiss him again. His tongue invaded his mouth hungrily.

"I want you," He told him. And suddenly, Yeonjun was pressed against the hardness of the wall, Soobin's lips were attacking him again. He's between a rock and a very hard place, and he moaned in pleasure as he felt him rubbing against him, his cock was in line with his owns.

“Fuck, I can feel you ready against me, baby. It's so hot," Soobin's telling him.

Yeonjun loved that he spoke so dirty. He loved that he found him so hot, that how he made him feel is turning him on…. and he moaned again.Soobin's fingers were creeping lower down his body, he arched his back into him and pressed his pelvis against his cock.

"Please," Yeonjun begged him.

"What do you want?" Soobin asked.

"P—Please, touch me..."

“Do you want me to make you cum, Yeonjun?"

“Yes. God, yes."

Soobin's fingers found Yeonjun's hole and he slide the tip of one digit inside of him, while his thumb pressed against him.

“Fuck!" Yeonjun gasped.

“You like that, don't you, baby?" Soobin said huskily.

Yeonjun whimpered, biting down on the screams that wanted to burst out of him.

"Don't hold back on me," Soobin whispered, making him groan loudly as his fingers found the sensitive spot within him. His other hand was tugging at Yeonjun's nipples, grasping the soft flesh and pinching it between two fingers.

Soobin lowered his body until he's kneeling before him. Yeonjun looked down at him and saw Soobin staring at his hands, at his cock. He's massaging his tip with his other hand now, inspecting the pink flesh and rubbing at his sensitive slit.

"Oh, God." Watching him look at him is making it so hard to keep standing.

"That's so hot."Soobin pressed a hot kiss to Yeonjun's slit, his fingers moving out of the way to make room for his mouth. He licked and teased, circling and lapping. "You're so fucking wet, Yeonjun," He mumbled.

Soobin slowly moved his fingers in and out of Yeonjun in time to his tongue flicking gradually against his hardened cock. Yeonjun could feel himself clenching hard around his fingers, his hips were moving in perfect rhythm against his hand.

"Please, Soobin.…"

“Please what?" The ravenette asked, his hands continuing to torture him.

"Please, make me cum."

It doesn't take him very long to get him off. Yeonjun's falling apart in Soobin's arms, his knees were weak and he had one arm around his ass and legs holding him up for support.

“Soobin," He moaned his name and panted breathlessly. The ravenette continued to lick up and down his slit from the tip of his cock to his balls and back again, he circled his tongue and repeated; flicking against the flesh. Yeonjun was delirious, screaming and moaning Soobin's name.

He wanted to feel him inside of himself again, the brief moments they had before where he felt him fill him completely were at the front of his mind and he wanted it again.

Soobin's moving back and away from him now and standing. Suddenly he had Yeonjun in his arms, he's carrying him across his apartment and to what was his bedroom. Soobin laid him down on his bed gently, and then his lips are on his again, kissing him softly. His fingers feathered across Yeonjun's cheek as he held his face in his hands.

“You are so beautiful. You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Soobin told him languidly, and the other male blushed hard.

This Soobin was such a stark contrast to the one he saw before that it made his head spin. His hands moved down Yeonjun's body, slowly, bringing heat to the surface at his touch, and his back arched toward him.

“I want to feel you inside of me," Yeonjun whispered, eyes fluttering shut. His hands reached for Soobin's face to hold him above himself, so that he can look into his eyes.

Yeonjun saw hunger and desire there, lust and craving. But he also saw gentleness and tenderness. And a soft, quiet, calmness that moved over them both until it's surrounding him and consuming him all at once.

Soobin moved back and Yeonjun's scared for a second that he's not going to give him what he wanted, what he needed. He felt rejected and humiliated almost immediately as he pulled away.

Soobin must see his look because he reassured him quickly. “I'm just going to grab a condom.…"

Relief calmed him.

“You don't have to… Unless you…. I mean, I'm safe…." Yeonjun's sentences were fragmented and disjointed. He's nervous and he's sure it's showing.

Soobin moved back to him, and his touch instantly soothed him.

“All right," Soobin positioned himself above him. He's gazing into Yeonjun's eyes, and suddenly he felt him right at his entrance and he's pushing against him.

Yeonjun gasped as Soobin entered him; it's everything it was before when he felt him, but it's also so much more.

"Ahh!" Yeonjun groaned loudly, raising his hips up slightly to feel him deeper.

Soobin moved inside of him slowly, pulling back and then thrusting forward and he can feel him rubbing up against his spot, that spot. It's sending delicious shivers throughout Yeonjun's body.

They quickly and easily set a rhythm, and he can feel the intense pleasure build more and more as their movements became more and more erratic and desperate.

"God! Soobin, fuck," Yeonjun whimpered, he's so close to climaxing, and suddenly, he was. His whole body convulsed with pleasure and he arched into Soobin's again, his orgasm is so intense it overpowered him and his body went limp.

Soobin continued to fuck him though, forcing him to ride out his orgasm. He groaned and Yeonjun watched his face, he can tell that he's so close. He can't wait to see Soobin come, to see his expression.

“Cum for me, Soobin," He begged.

The ravenette groaned again and thrusted three more times when his face contorted, and another moan of pleasure escaped him before he collapsed on top of him. Yeonjun's arms folded around him, holding him to himself.

Soobin rolled off so that he's not suffocating him, and snaked his arms around his waist.

“That was amazing," He murmured, breathing out a sigh. Soobin held him close as his face was buried into Yeonjun's neck and hair, so he couldn't see his face, but the other could hear the grin in his voice.

“Hey," Soobin spoke suddenly, pulling him tighter against himself. "I know this is kind of backwards, but do you want to grab a coffee with me, later?" He was hoping Yeonjun would say yes.

Soobin had never felt anything close to this with anyone before, and he really wanted to get to know him better.

Yeonjun grinned widely, biting his lip. "Yeah, I really do."

Because even though, dating a fellow supermodel had more issues than Vogue, he’d gladly let the doors to his heart sneak open if standing in front of it was Choi Soobin.

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how was my first yeonbin fic? i feed on kudos and comments, they are my vitamins. please be generous with them 🥺💕

i am YEONJUN’s babie, hence came to life my @ “babyyawnznn”. no i am not delusional, i just wanted to have a cute user haha.

i hope to bring out longer fics soon! yeonbin mostly. yeonbingyu or poly txt maybe? dunno yet.
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