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A couple days after the wound, much to Joonhyuk’s impatience and Dokja’s insistence, at their shared penthouse.
Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk were both lost in each other, their minds and bodies filled with anticipation and desire. They barely even heard the door being locked as they moved towards the bed.
Yoo Joonghyuk pushed Kim Dokja down gently onto the bed, their eyes locked together. He climbed on top of him, leaning down to claim his lips in another heated kiss. The kiss grew harsher, more desperate. Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands roamed over Kim Dokja’s body, mapping out every inch of skin he could touch. He responded in kind, his own hands gripping the larger male's shirt tightly as he pulled him closer. He gasped as Yoo Joonghyuk's hips pressed against his, a small moan escaping his lips.
Yoo Joonghyuk broke the kiss, his lips instead trailing down Kim Dokja's neck, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses. Kim Dokja tilted his head back, giving Yoo Joonghyuk better access to his neck. He let out a soft whimper as Yoo Joonghyuk found a sensitive spot, his skin heating up. Yoo Joonghyuk chuckled, enjoying the small sounds he was eliciting from the slender man trapped under him. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin, enjoying the way he gasped and writhed under him. As his hand slid down, gripping Kim Dokja’s hip. He suddenly pulled his body against his own, their hips grinding together.
Kim Dokja gasped again, the sensation of Yoo Joonghyuk’s body pressed against his sending shivers down his spine. He clutched at the black cloak above him, struggling to keep himself grounded. Yoo Joonghyuk continued his ministrations, his mouth moving lower and lower down Edwin's body. Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips grazed over the sensitive skin of Kim Dokja's stomach, leaving a trail of marked flesh in their wake. He could feel his body growing hotter, his mind already hazy from pleasure. He tangled his fingers in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, his nails digging into his scalp. Yoo Joonghyuk continued his path downward, his lips finally reaching the hemline of Dokja’s shirt. He pulled the fabric up, his fingers digging into the other’s skin as he caressed his bare stomach.
Dokja let out a small moan, his body arching into the touch. The feeling of Joonghyuk's hands on his exposed skin was sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He chuckled, his voice a low rumble against Dokja’s skin. “You're so responsive…” he murmured, his hands exploring every inch of his angel’s exposed torso. He leaned down, his breath hot against Dokja’s ear. “I could probably make you fall apart just by touching you like this,” he whispered, his voice a mix of tease and promise. Kim Dokja whimpered at the words, his body already trembling under Joonghyuk’s touch. He knew the mafia boss would keep to his word, he knew how quickly and easily he could make him fall apart.
As Yoo Joonhyuk continued his exploration, his fingers traced lazy patterns over Dokja’s skin. He moved lower, his lips trailing down to Dokja’s hip bone, nipping and biting gently. He could feel the other’s breath growing more and more desperate under his touch. His breathing was becoming more laboured, his hips twitching as Joongyuk’s mouth moved lower. His eyes looked up, meeting Dokja’s eyes for a brief moment. The sight of him already so wrecked sent a pang of heat straight to his gut.
Losing all sense of self control, he couldn't help himself anymore. The way his angel looked, his lithe frame, the soft pink adorning his skin, as well as the sounds he was making under his touch, it was driving him insane.
He suddenly grabbed Dokja's hips, flipping him over so he was on his stomach.
Kim Dokja found himself pressed against Joonghyuk’s back, his body moulding against his. Joonhyuk ground his hips against Dokja, a low growl escaping his lips. He leaned down, his mouth hovering close to the shorter man’s ear. “You're a mess already,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Dokja could only gasp and whimper in response, his body shivering under Joonhyuk’s touch. He pushed back involuntarily, pressing his hips back against the mafia boss.
Joonhyuk let out another growl, his grip on Dokja’s hip tightening. He pressed small kisses down his neck and shoulder, his lips leaving a trail of wet marks on the soft skin. Joonghyuk’s hands started to wander again, his touch now more possessive and desperate. He slipped his hand under Dokja’s shirt, his fingers tracing along the sensitive skin of his stomach. He sucked a mark on the juncture between Dokja’s neck and shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin gently.
Dokja let out a strangled moan, his body arching again as Joonghyuk sucked another mark on his skin. He couldn’t help himself, couldn't control the sounds and reactions Joonhyuk was pulling from him.
Yoo Joonhyuk chuckled darkly, pleased with how easily he was making his angel lose control. He continued to mark Dokja's neck and shoulder, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of red and purple marks in their wake. His hips pushed against Dokja’s again, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through both of them. “You like it when I mark you like this?” Joonghyuk whispered, his voice a mix of tease and desire.
He pulled back, admiring the marks he’d left on the shorter man’s skin. The sight sent a thrill of satisfaction through him, knowing he had marked Dokja as his. He couldn’t help but admire the way they stood out against Dokja’s pale skin. “You look beautiful like this, all marked up and writhing for me,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly.
Dokja was panting, his body trembling slightly from the mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He shifted slightly, his hips once again grinding back against Joonghyuk.
The taller man groaned at the feeling, his hands gripping Dokja’s hips tighter. “You’re going to kill me like that,” he muttered, his voice betraying the effect his angel was having on him.
He pushed his hips against Dokja’s again, the friction sending pulses of pleasure through both of them.
Joonghyuk leaned down, pressing his body against Dokja again. He ground his hips against him, the movement slow and deliberate. He started to suck and bite at Dokja’s shoulder again, his tongue darting out to soothe the skin after each mark. As Yoo Joonghyuk continued his assault on Dokja’s shoulder, his teeth and tongue left another trail of red marks on the sensitive skin. He could feel Dokja’s body shaking below him, the small gasps and whines escaping Dokja’s lips sending a wave of heat through him.
“You’re being so good for me,” he murmured into his ear, “letting me mark you up like this.” The words sent a shiver down Dokja’s spine. He knew what the other was saying was true: he was being good for him, letting him mark him up and claim him.
He moaned softly as he felt the other bite down on a particularly sensitive spot on his shoulder, his hips bucking automatically. Joonghyuk chuckled as he felt Dokja’s hips move against him. “You like that, huh?” he whispered, his teeth and tongue still working on his shoulder. He pushed his own hips against Dokja’s without waiting for a response, grinding against him slowly. He continued to move against Dokja, the pace slow and deliberately torturous. He couldn’t get enough of the way his body felt against his, the way he was responding to his touch.
It was clear that Dokja was a mess below him, his body trembling and his breathing shallow. He let out a small whimper, his hands clenching and unclenching the sheets. “You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his breath hot against Dokja’s ear. “Moaning and whining and squirming for me.” He nipped at the shorter man’s ear lobe, his hips grinding against his again. “I could keep you like this forever, mark you up and take you apart over and over again.” Joonghyuk felt a wave of heat wash over him as he whispered the words. Just the thought of having Dokja like this, under him constantly and desperate for him, was driving him crazy.
He pulled back slightly, his hands roaming over Dokja’s body. “You’d let me do whatever I want to you, wouldn’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.
Joonghyuk chuckled at Dokja’s hesitation. “Come on... answer me. Wouldn’t you let me do whatever I wanted?”
He started sucking another mark onto the other’s neck, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. Joonghyuk felt a jolt of satisfaction at Dokja's mumbled response. "That's right, you would," he replied, his voice gruff. "You'd let me do whatever I wanted because you know it would feel good." He sucked another mark onto Dokja's neck, his teeth nipping gently. Joonhyuk pulled back to admire his work. Dokja's neck was now littered with red and purple marks, standing out on his pale skin. He hummed his approval, his hands roving over the marked skin. "You look so good like this, all marked up and mine," he commented, his voice dripping with possessiveness.
He couldn't resist the urge to suck another mark onto the other’s skin. He picked a spot on his collarbone and started sucking gently, his tongue swirling around the marked skin. As he did, he continued to grind his hips against Dokja’s, the friction sending pleasant sparks of pleasure through both of them. Joonghyuk continued to mark Dokja's skin, his lips and tongue working over the sensitive skin. He felt a possessive twinge in his gut at the sight, his hands gripping Dokja’s hips tighter. “You’re mine,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.
“Not anyone else’s, Mine.”
Dokja could feel the heat pooling in the pit of his stomach, his own arousal growing with each touch and mark on his skin. Joonhyuk leaned down again, his mouth moving back to Dokja’s neck. “Say it,” he murmured, his tongue swirling over a particularly sensitive spot. “Tell me you’re mine.” Dokja whimpers, the friction fully distracting him. “Come on, say it.” Joonhyuk continued to suck and mark up the sensitive skin of his neck, his breaths hot against the skin. One hand gripped Dokja’s hip, his fingers digging into the skin. Dokja murmured a response, his voice soft and shy. “I couldn’t hear you, repeat it,” Joonhyuk said, torturing him with another thrust.
“Yours,” Dokja muttered weakly, the word just barely slipping out of his mouth.
Joonhyuk felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of Dokja's voice. “That's right,” he whispered, his lips moving to his ear, “you're mine. All mine.”
He nipped at Dokja’s earlobe, his teeth pulling at the sensitive skin. “No one else gets to touch you, to mark you up like this. Only me.” He shifted his position slightly, his hips pressed against Dokja's even more, the friction between them creating a pool of heat in the pit of his stomach. As the heat grew stronger, Joonghyuk found it increasingly harder to hold himself back. The combination of the sounds Dokja was making and the feel of him pressed against him was driving him crazy.
“God, you’re so damn perfect like this,” he murmured. Joonghyuk's lips claimed Dokja's in a possessive kiss, his body pressing against Dokja's even harder. He threaded his fingers in his hair, pulling his head back further. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the other's mouth, tasting him and claiming him. Dokja could feel the heat pooling in his gut, his body desperate for more. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged and laboured. Joonghyuk let his hands roam over Dokja's body again, tracing over the marked skin. “Can I have you? Can I taste you?”
He ground his hips against Joonghyuk's, his own body desperate for some kind of release. “I want you,” Dokja whispered, his voice low and rough. “I want you so damn badly.”
"I need a yes angel, a proper yes," Joonghyuk mutter out, a wave of lust spiking through him at the thought of having Dokja at his mercy. “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice a low, needy growl. “I want to hear you say it.” Dokja's breath hitched in his throat as he spoke the words. “Yes, yes. I want you... I want you to... taste me... please...”
His voice was soft and shy, a stark contrast to the possessiveness and need in Joonghyuk's voice.
He felt a jolt of desire shoot through him at Dokja's words. He let out a low, primal growl, his hands already moving to the waistband of the other's pants. “I want to taste you so badly,” he murmured, his voice raspy and needy. “But, I want you begging for it.” Joonghyuk slowly unbuttoned Dokja's pants, his hands moving slowly and deliberately. He could feel the tension in Dokja's body, the anticipation building steadily. He placed a gentle kiss on his hip, his tongue darting out to taste the sensitive skin. “I'm going to take my time with you,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as Dokja nods quickly.
Joonghyuk started to slowly pull the other's pants down, his hands sliding over the soft skin as they went. He left a trail of kisses down Dokja’s stomach, his lips and tongue tasting the smooth skin.“You're so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his mouth moving lower and lower. “All mine, all marked up and wanting.” Joongyhuk finally pulled the barrier of Dokja's pants, letting it slide all the way down, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable. He took a moment to admire the sight in front of him, Dokja shaking with anticipation, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
His hands roved over Dokja's body, tracing over the marked skin. “So perfect,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “So beautiful,” he muttered as his hands came to rest on Dokja's hips, his grip possessive and firm. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just above the sensitive skin, his breath hot against the skin. “I'm going to make you feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the skin. “I'm going to make you forget everything except me.” Joonghyuk's lips started to move lower, his tongue leaving a trail of wet kisses down Dokja's inner thigh. He could feel the tension in the other's body, the way he was shaking slightly with anticipation.
He looked up at Dokja, his eyes dark and filled with desire. “You're so sensitive darling,” he murmured, his voice roughened with need. Joonghyuk continued his assault on Dokja's sensitive skin, his tongue and teeth nipping and sucking. He listened to the gasps and whines escaping Dokja's mouth, his own desire growing with each sound. “You're already shaking for me,” he whispered, his breath hot against the skin. “I've barely even touched you yet darling.” Dokja shivered at the purr of his voice, trembling. Joonghyuk finally reached his destination, his tongue slowly swirling over the sensitive skin. Dokja moaned, unable to hold in the noise for any longer. Gasping and trembling under Joonghyuk's touch.
The taste of Dokja was like nothing he had ever experienced before, a mix of sweet and musky that was driving him crazy. He groaned against the skin, his hands gripping Dokja's hips even tighter. “You taste so good,” he murmured, his voice ragged. Joonghyuk continued to explore Dokja with his tongue, tasting and teasing the sensitive skin. He could hear Dokja's gasps and moans growing louder, the sound sending jolts of heat through him.
He sucked a mark into the sensitive skin of Dokja's inner thigh, his teeth nipping gently. “You're so loud darling,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of praise and possessiveness.
Dokja could barely take the amount of pleasure Joonghyuk was torturing him with, proving to be too much for him to hold back, releasing ropes onto his stomach, just as Joonghyuk pulled away.
Joonhyuk pulled back slightly to look at Doja, taking in the way he was shaking beneath him. He smirked, a sense of satisfaction washing over him at the sight. “Quite a lot darling. Was I that good?” Dokja quickly nodded. Face flushed and rosey. Joonghyuk left a trail of soft, teasing kisses up Dokja's hip and stomach, his hands roaming over the marked skin. “You're so wrecked already,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. Joonghyuk continued his journey upwards, his lips tracing over Dokja's chest and stomach, pausing to mark up the soft skin every so often. He could feel Dokja's heart racing under his touch, the erratic heartbeat driving his own desire higher.
He reached Dokja's shoulder, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. “I want you so badly,” Dokja murmured, his voice a ragged whisper. “I want it Joongyuk, please. Enough of the teasing.” Joonghyuk ran his tongue over the spot he had just marked, his hand coming up to tangle in Dokja's hair. He pulled Dokja's head back, exposing his neck and leaving it vulnerable to his assault. He started to leave a trail of kisses and light bites down Dokja's neck, his lips and tongue tracing over the sensitive skin. He could feel the tension in his body, the way he was struggling to hold himself together. Joonghyuk continued to mark up Dokja's neck, his teeth nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He felt a sense of satisfaction to see it marked up and bruised, visible proof of his ownership.
He whispered against Edwin's ear, his breath hot and ragged. “You're mine, all mine. I want to take you right this second and show you who you belong to.”
“Then, do it.” Dokja challenged. Joonghyuk could feel his own desire growing to almost unbearable levels. The thought of having Dokja right then and there, his body marked up and begging for him, was almost too much to handle. He leaned back slightly, his eyes roaming over Dokja's marked and trembling body. “I can make you feel things you've never felt before, are you sure Dokja?” he murmured, his voice thick with need. “Yes, please, I need it.” he whimpered.
"Ah, ah, ah. Patience my angel," Joonghyuk muttered torturously as he opened a bottle with a click. A squirt rang out as he warmed the cool jell in his hand, flipping Dokja onto his stomach with the other, pulling his hips up. Once he is satisfied with the temperature, he gently enters the warmth of Dokja. Using his pointer and middle he scissors him slowly, stretching the tight ring into a softer entrance. Shockwaves jolts through Dokja's body as he squirms, gasping for more.
"Please Joonghyuk, you've put this off for too long," Dokja gasped out, gripping the pillowcase he has pressed his head into. Joonghyuk complied, ripping open a rubber, sliding it on before pushing slowly, entering, the length pushing inside. Dokja gasped, jolts of pleasure shooting from within him. Joonghyuk's hands started to wander lower, moving over the marked skin. His fingers traced over the sensitive spots, eliciting more gasps and moans from Dokja's lips. “I'm going to make you scream,” he murmured, his voice a ragged whisper. “I want to hear you begging for me in that perfect, desperate voice of yours."
He picked up the pace, relentlessly thrusting into the hot warmth of Dokja's body, torturing him with each practiced movement. Dokja gasped, completely at the mercy of Joonghyuk as that spot was hit over and over again. He pulled out slowly, before thrusting back in with a loud squelch and true to his word, Dokja yelled, his eyes widening as his hips rose.
On his stomach, a slight bulge poked from the relentless movements. "Joonghyuk, let me see you," Dokja muttered out, his words fulfilled as Joongyuk spins him around lightly, pulling him onto his lap, still deep inside. Dokja gasps again, Joonghyuk's length slipping impossibly deeper inside. Hands grip his waist gently, lifting him up with each buck, matching the relentless pace.
Dokja falls first, a hard release, spreading onto his stomach yet again as he slumps in Joonghyuk's hold. While Joonghyuk gently pulls himself out, taking off and tying the rubber, tossing it into the nearby can. Joonghyuk presses a soft kiss onto Dokja's sweat filled forehead, filled with all the emotion that was left unsaid. He gently lifts the limp Dokja in his arms, cradling him to the bathroom.
As the bathtub fills, Joonghyuk pulls the other into a soft kiss before setting him into the warm water. Dokja reacts with a gentle sigh, sliding deeper into the water. He barely moves as he feels hands wipe off the other liquids, applying a soft flowery scented soap. Joonghyuk attentively cares for Dokja, reverently wiping him down, lifting him out and drying him off in one of the fluffy towels that Dokja insisted they buy. He pulls the plug in the tub, still carrying Dokja as they reach the kitchen.
He fills up Dokja's mug, an awkward looking one with a large sunfish painted on. "Drink," he mutters, pressing the rim to Dokja's lips, urging them open. Dokja obediently sips, the mug only being pulled away after Joonghyuk decides he drank enough. He leaves the mug in the sink, walking back to the room, sliding into bed. He doesn't get a chance to put Dokja down before arms hug his waist, legs firmly planted on his.
At these moments Dokja really reminds him of a squid, latched onto his body, face pressed in between his pecs. Joonghyuk relents, pressing a kiss to Dokja's forehead, pulling the covers over them before surrendering to sleep.