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The last dungeon excursion had cut it too close. It was a miracle that both Yoojin and Hyunjae made it out alive and intact.
If either one of them had made the slightest misstep, then…
Yoojin didn’t want to think about it.
So when Hyunjae invited him to spend the night at his place, Yoojin agreed easily. They were both too pent up from the near miss anyway, and they needed an outlet to let loose all their tension.
When they reached Hyunjae’s house, they left a trail of clothes leading from the front door to the bedroom. They stumbled onto the bed, biting at each other hotly. In between rough caresses and harsh touches, Hyunjae wouldn’t shut up. His mouth kept a running commentary of how Yoojin made him feel, how Yoojin was perfect for him, how Yoojin belonged to him alone.
It was annoying as fuck.
It wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this, and it wouldn’t be the last. Yoojin hadn’t agreed to spend the night with the bastard in a while exactly because of this. Hyunjae pissed him off too much, even if Hyunjae did have the best face he had ever seen.
Luckily, the solution was easy. All Yoojin had to do was shut the bastard up.
He told Hyunjae to lie down on the bed and climbed up to straddle his chest. Yoojin guided his cock into Hyunjae’s awaiting mouth and fed it bit by bit down his throat. Hyunjae’s cheeks hollowed around him to suck him in, and any remaining sounds Hyunjae wanted to make were cut off.
Hyunjae was always so eager for him. With this behavior, it was almost a surprise that Yoojin was the first person Hyunjae had ever slept with. Truly, Yoojin had trained him well.
Yoojin stayed put once Hyunjae had swallowed him down to the root. He watched as tears beaded at the corners of Hyunjae's eyes and the red flush on his face spread to the smooth expanse of his pale chest.
It wasn't about his own pleasure anymore. It was about the blissful silence that followed, when Hyunjae finally shut the fuck up and stopped making those infuriating comments whenever he opened his mouth.
At times like these, Hyunjae’s inexperience was clear. He was too unused to breathing through his nose when Yoojin had his cock in his mouth. He could only breathe if Yoojin pulled off.
Yoojin smiled with satisfaction. Hyunjae was only ever obedient behind closed doors. Yoojin waited until the last second when Hyunjae almost ran out of air, throat convulsing around his cock, before finally pulling off.
The tears in Hyunjae's eyes finally spilled over as the man coughed and spluttered, greedily gasping for air. Hyunjae was a vision meant for Yoojin's eyes alone, precum staining his spit-slick lips and a heavy blush adorning his cheeks.
Yoojin smirked.
He would've loved nothing more than to fuck Hyunjae's throat until the man passed out and he never needed to hear his voice again. Unfortunately for him, that bastard was his partner, the person he trusted the most in this world.
Worst mistake of his life, honestly.
Yoojin stroked his dick idly as he watched Hyunjae catch his breath. He glanced down at the other man. Hyunjae’s cock was achingly hard, pointing towards his stomach. The tip was peeking out from his foreskin as it dripped precum onto his abs.
Yoojin reached down and wrapped a hand loosely around Hyunjae’s dick. feeling the heft. It was tangible proof that Hyunjae was as aroused as Yoojin was, even when Yoojin hadn’t done a thing to him. He glanced down at Hyunjae’s expectant expression.
After so many nights together, he knew everything about Hyunjae’s body. He knew exactly how to twist his grip when jerking the man off to get the man to let out a symphony of moans. He knew that Hyunjae liked having his nipples played with until they were raw and sensitive and the slightest touch sent him shuddering. He knew exactly where to bite Hyunjae’s neck to make the man rip the gaping slashes through bedsheets.
But this wasn’t about Hyunjae’s pleasure. This was about paying him back for all the sickly sweet compliments that fell from his lips every time he opened his mouth, cloying and faintly nauseating. This was about showing him that his dear Yoojin-gun wouldn’t just passively lay back and have his heart filled with the bastard’s ridiculous fluff-laden thoughts.
This was about teaching the bastard a lesson.
So Yoojin didn’t do a thing.
Instead, he waited until Hyunjae recovered enough to open his mouth. Hyunjae’s voice was scratchy as he stretched his lips into a smile and let out a laugh. Before he could speak up and say something inane, Yoojin decided to shut him up again.
He moved his hand down just enough to peel back the foreskin and expose the tip of Hyunjae’s dick to the warm air. Just as fast, he let go and tapped the exposed sensitive glans with a blunt fingernail. Yoojin watched in satisfaction as whatever Hyunjae was going to say next was swallowed up by a long, bitten-off moan.
When Hyunjae opened his mouth again, Yoojin did it again to shut him up, this time harsher and using the palm of his hand. Hyunjae jerked, his chest jutting and pushing his full pectorals outward. Even after the shuddering bliss passed over Hyunjae, he still kept his chest jutted out. The bastard knew exactly what it did to Yoojin.
Hyunjae didn’t open his mouth again. Instead, he threw a look at Yoojin that said he knew exactly what Yoojin was up to. Yoojin was sure he would’ve jauntily mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key if Yoojin hadn’t forbidden him from using his hands.
Sly, arrogant, and maddeningly attractive. His behavior wasn’t any less unpleasant than if Hyunjae had actually spoken.
How fucking infuriating.
Yoojin couldn’t resist the temptation to grab at one of Hyunjae’s nipples. If Hyunjae wanted to serve himself up like a sacrificial offering, Yoojin was more than willing to take advantage of him.
Yoojin leaned down. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit hard. When he looked at his handiwork, he frowned. Hyunjae’s skin was still unblemished, a slightish reddish white as his blush spilled further down his chest. He had used enough force to imprint teeth marks onto flesh for any regular person, but Hyunjae was an S-rank.
Another one of the things that pissed him off. It was impossible for him to leave a mark on the other man. Every time they slept together, Yoojin was the one who was a mess of bitten hickeys and suckled bruises. He wouldn’t allow that to happen this time.
With his hand, he tugged at the dusky nub gently, allowing Hyunjae a hint of pleasure. When Hyunjae closed his eyes and sank into the sensation, he pinched his nipple cruelly. It was past the point of how Hyunjae liked it, teetering on the edge between pleasure and pain. Hyunjae’s moan turned into a strangled sob.
Yoojin didn’t miss the opportunity to shove his cock back down Hyunjae’s throat, grinning at the way Hyunjae was caught off guard. As he fucked in and out, he alternated between cruel and gentle touches to Hyunjae’s nipples. He didn’t even have to touch the man’s cock for it to drool a steady stream of clear precum onto his stomach. The liquid pooled between the crevices of his abs and began to collect in a pool around his belly.
When Yoojin could feel the coil in his stomach tightening, he shoved his cock all the way back in and held it there again. He stared at Hyunjae and Hyunjae stared back. Hyunjae was calm this time, confident that he knew the outcome of the game Yoojin was playing with him.
As if.
Yoojin scoffed. Hyunjae didn’t know anything.
Yoojin had waited long enough to calm himself down. He resumed moving in and out of Hyunjae’s throat. Slower, this time. He savored the feeling of the tight, wet heat enveloping him. Hyunjae had such a talent for sucking Yoojin off. It was such a pity he wasted that mouth yapping all the time instead.
Yoojin allowed himself to bask in the sensation until he felt tired of the rhythmic pace he was setting. By then, Hyunjae had to be excruciatingly impatient.
It was about time to wrap this up anyway.
Yoojin let go of Hyunjae’s nipples and trailed his hands through the pool of precum decorating Hyunjae’s stomach, dipping his fingers into it and tracing patterns across Hyunjae’s chest. He circled one nipple with the viscous liquid, then the other. Wherever he touched, Hyunjae’s skin erupted into goosebumps.
By the time he was done, Hyunjae’s chest was slick with sweat and precum. Yoojin pulled out of Hyunjae’s mouth before rubbing his cock against Hyunjae’s cheek and pushing back in, spreading the filth to make Hyunjae’s face match.
Hyunjae was utterly debauched. His hair was unkempt, blonde strands falling into his red eyes. Yoojin’s precum was smeared across his lips, and spit from the messy blowjob spilled out around Yoojin’s cock. His chest heaved, his precum glistening on his stomach. He was the complete opposite of the image of perfection he put up to the public.
And yet, despite everything, his eyes still held a sly gleam that hinted at things that Yoojin didn’t care to hear. Yoojin was going to wipe the look off his face no matter what it took.
For the first time that night, Yoojin did something that he knew Hyunjae would like. He wrapped his hand around Hyunjae’s cock and began jerking him off just the way Hyunjae preferred. With his other hand, he reached back and circled a finger around Hyunjae’s asshole, pushing in and feeling around for his prostate. At the same time, he sped up his thrusts.
Hyunjae’s eyes curved into pleased crescents, his eyelashes fluttering as he approached his climax under Yoojin’s ministrations.
Yoojin didn’t slow down when he felt the familiar coil of pleasure in his stomach tightening once again. He had to fight against the pull. Instead, he slipped another finger into Hyunjae’s ass and pressed insistently against the bastard’s prostate. Without skipping a beat, he twisted his hand around Hyunjae’s cock just so.
It was enough to send Hyunjae careening over the edge.
Ropes of hot cum shot out from Hyunjae’s cock, strands splashing onto Yoojin’s back and dripping down onto Hyunjae’s pectorals. The bursts of cum continued splattering onto Hyunjae’s body as Hyunjae’s body shook with the pleasure. His throat swallowed around Yoojin’s dick, surrounding it in sordid wet heat.
The entire time, Yoojin didn’t let go of Hyunjae’s cock. He continued stroking it with one hand and rubbing against Hyunjae’s prostate with the other. Hyunjae welcomed the pleasure. But when the last blurts of cum trickled down his cock, and Yoojin kept going, his eyes widened sharply.
Yoojin grinned wickedly. He had no intention of stopping just yet.
Hyunjae struggled beneath him, but a third finger against his prostate was enough to shut him up again. For a normal person, this was already too much. For an S-Rank, it had to be unbearable. What remained of his senses had to be screaming at him to stop the assault of pleasure pain too much not enough, but the sensation left him too lightheaded to do anything. Hyunjae collapsed bonelessly against the bed, trembling at the overstimulation.
He was entirely at Yoojin’s mercy, unable to do anything but accept whatever Yoojin wanted to do to him. And what Yoojin wanted was obvious.
Before long, Hyunjae’s soft cock hardened once more, a painful, angry shade of red. It was a lovely contrast against his pale skin, Yoojin offhandedly thought. It wasn’t long until Yoojin pushed Hyunjae over the edge again. He knew his partner’s body the best.
As a second round of cum spurted from Hyunjae’s cock, Yoojin pulled out of Hyunjae’s mouth and began jerking himself off. Hyunjae was lost in the throes of his own pleasure, too fucked out to notice anything happening around him. His mouth was agape and a hint of red tongue peeked through. Yoojin gazed at the mess of the man in front of him and finally let the pleasure claim him.
He came with a drawn-out groan, aiming his cock right at Hyunjae’s chest. He forced himself to keep his eyes open through his orgasm.
He watched as the first stripes of come decorated Hyunjae’s face, painting his eyelashes and his lips a pretty shade of pearlescent white. The next few ropes of cum were weaker, dotting his chin and dripping down his pectorals and around his nipples. The sight alone made Yoojin shudder, a few more strands of cum falling from his dick and landing on Hyunjae’s body.
All Hyunjae could do was pant through the headiness and tremble through the assault of overstimulation. His lips moved, but no sound came out. The gleam in his eyes was extinguished, replaced by a dazed blankness.
Yoojin’s lips curved up into a smug smile. He let go of his cock and dragged one hand through the mess on Hyunjae’s body. He mixed their spend together and used it to paint Hyunjae like a canvas. He traced his fingers around Hyunjae’s nipples, grin broadening at the way Hyunjae shivered at the sensation and tried to move away. When he pressed Hyunjae down to keep him still, Hyunjae was obedient.
Leisurely, Yoojin’s hands traced up and down Hyunjae’s body, spreading the mess of cum. By the time he was satisfied, Hyunjae was more of a wreck than Yoojin had ever seen him before.
He placed his fingers against Hyunjae’s mouth, tugging at his lip and pressing inside. Heat curled low in his stomach when Hyunjae unconsciously began laving at them with his tongue to suckle the cum off. He wiped the excess cum and spit on Hyunjae’s cheek.
Yoojin committed the image of this version of Hyunjae to memory. A gorgeous painting of white cum and red blush and pale skin and heaving breaths and dusky raw nipples. He was probably the most filthy he had ever been in his life, Yoojin remarked smugly.
Yoojin couldn’t bruise him, but he could leave his mark on him all the same.
Yoojin leaned down and kissed Hyunjae, the other man instinctively kissing back. The salty taste of their cum filled his mouth. He bit the other man’s lip and ravaged his mouth, swallowing all of Hyunjae's groans. When he left one last peck on the corner of Hyunjae’s mouth, Hyunjae was still too dazed to react properly.
The silence was a sharp contrast to how Hyunjae was always nattering on about something stupid. It was pure bliss.
Yoojin smiled down at Hyunjae and tugged at a strand of his hair. When Hyunjae stayed unassuming and quiet, Yoojin could fully admire his face without reservation. Yoojin’s expression was more tender than he realized.
Truly, his partner was so handsome it was unfair. So arrogant it was frustrating. This moment was the perfect break from the storm of Hyunjae’s awful personality. He didn’t want to give up this hard-won peace so easily.
But the solution was simple, wasn’t it?
Abruptly, Yoojin laughed.
All he had to do was put Hyunjae in his place more often. Honestly, it even sounded a little fun.
He was looking forward to it.