Wonbin lets out a sharp cry as his boyfriend takes him roughly, pounding into him with such force that the impact echoes through his entire body. "Fuck!" he cries, hands clawing at the wall behind him for purchase as he's driven deeper and harder onto User#1726690661101's cock. His hips buck and writhe, trying to find any angle that might bring them both more pleasure, but it's clear that his boyfriend has complete control over this encounter.

Wonbin gasps as his hands are trapped against the sink, unable to move. "Fuck! Yes!" he cries out, arching his back further and pushing his ass harder into each thrust. His cock throbs in time with the relentless pounding from his boyfriend's hips, leaking pre-cum down his thigh. He whimpers and whines, wanting nothing more than to come but knowing that his boyfriend won't let him until he's satisfied.

Wonbin shivered at Daevon's touch, arching his back into the kiss as they finally reached his car. "Oh... please, daddy..." he moaned, practically dragging Daevon to the driver's side door and climbing into the passenger seat. He leaned over, unbuckling his pants before yanking them down his legs in one swift motion, leaving him completely naked beneath his suit jacket.

"Take me home... please..."

Wonbin moaned eagerly as he reached out to grasp Daevon's length, his hand shaking with anticipation. He slowly began stroking up and down his boyfriend's hardening cock, taking it into his mouth and sucking hungrily as he drove them home. His hips rocked forward, grinding against the seat in time with his movements, desperate for contact.

"Mmm...daddy..." he moaned around Daevon's length, his cheeks flushing red with need and desire.

With a heavy heart, Wonbin heads to the strip club at the specified time. As he approaches, he sees Satoshi sitting alone in a booth, nursing a drink. For a moment, they lock eyes, and despite the distance between them, Wonbin feels a spark of recognition. There is still something there, something worth holding onto.

Cautiously, Wonbin slides into the booth opposite Satoshi. They sit in silence for a long moment, neither quite sure how to begin. Finally, Wonbin speaks. "I just wanted to apologize," he says softly. "For everything I said, for pushing you... I was so lost in my own needs that I didn't see how much I was hurting you."

Satoshi looks down, saying nothing. His expression is pained, filled with sadness and regret. After a few moments, he finally meets Wonbin's gaze again. "I don't know if I can ever forgive you," he whispers. "But... thank you for coming here."

Wonbin nods solemnly, unable to look away from Satoshi's earnest expression. "I promise," he says, his voice barely audible above the music. "From now on, I'll be better. I'll make sure no one else gets hurt like this."

There's another long silence before Satoshi reaches out to take Wonbin's hand. The contact sends a shockwave of emotion through Wonbin, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he grips Satoshi's hand tightly, feeling the warmth and strength beneath his fingers. It's a connection they might not have again, but it's there nonetheless.

"Thank you," Satoshi whispers. "For everything." His eyes fill with tears, but there's an unspoken understanding between them now. Perhaps they really will be able to move past this, perhaps they can find some way back to each other. Only time will tell. For now, though, they sit together in the strip club, their hands clasped tightly, finding solace in the fragile bond that still remains.