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Yeonjun was used to being perfect in everything, and even if he was meeting someone for the first and last time, he considered it a crime not to leave the right impression with his appearance. That's exactly why he picked his outfit for the meeting with such care and reverence.

A week before today, Yeonjun started chatting with a guy online, not knowing his face or name-only his age and size. The latter mattered more to Jun, because why waste his precious time if the guy had a pathetic five centimeters and couldn't deliver a good fuck?

From the very beginning, Yeonjun laid out the rules: their connection was strictly for anonymous rough sex, after which they'd go their separate ways. Yeonjun had absolutely no intention of starting anything long-term.

"Hey, hyung, did you die or what?" came the voice of his best friend through the phone speaker.

"Keep dreaming. I'm trying to pick an outfit for the meeting," Yeonjun exhaled, scanning his entire wardrobe. "Shit, there's nothing I haven't already worn," he groaned in frustration, flopping down on the bed next to his phone. "Gyu, we have to go shopping tomorrow for new clothes. But only after I get back."

"We could've gone today for your birthday if a fuck with a stranger wasn't more important to you than a walk with your best friend. You really are a slut, hyung," Beomgyu scoffed, getting into a more comfortable position.

Yeonjun just giggled at his friend's words and bit his lower lip. Flipping onto his stomach, he propped his chin up on his hand and thought about the meeting with the anonymous guy.

"Gyu-yu-yu, you have to understand me. I haven't had good sex in ages, and this guy has it all-his hands, his dick, his body, even his voice. I could probably come just from hearing that low baritone," Yeonjun moaned with satisfaction, imagining that very voice whispering filth into his ear while a huge cock slammed into him and strong hands squeezed his fragile neck.

"Fuck, hyung, don't tell me you were quiet just now because you were picturing some filthy shit with that guy?" Beomgyu snorted. "Disgusting. You don't even know him. Maybe he's some psycho with a scary face, which is why he never showed anything above the collarbone."

"Oh, come on. The kid's only twenty-one. We've got a nine-year age gap. Do you really think some brat could do anything to me?" Yeonjun giggled again and bit his lip to stop himself from moaning in anticipation of tonight.

The long silence from the other end tired Jun out, and he was about to say something when Beomgyu interrupted:

"I think the worst he can do is fuck your brains out. But still, be careful. Anyone can hide behind anonymity. One time I went to meet someone and instead of a rich guy, it turned out to be some old dude who stole my wallet."

"Okay, Gyu, if you're that worried, I'll leave my wallet at home. And my car keys and phone, too-so that the only thing this stranger can steal is me," Yeonjun joked, mocking his best friend.

"Asshole."

"Love you too," Jun teased.

"Go fuck yourself."

"Oh, I plan to-real soon."

They burst into contagious laughter, and if it weren't for the neighbors banging on the wall, they would've kept going.

"Sometimes I don't know why I'm friends with a slut like you, hyung," Beomgyu said, calming down a little. "You're thirty today and still can't manage a serious relationship. You're living off one-night stands."

"Look who's talking," Yeonjun rolled his eyes, hating when the conversation turned to his love life. "You were just like me."

"Yeah, but unlike you, I've been dating Taehyun for two years. We're getting married soon. You'll die old and only wanted by me."