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Dokja slipped through a shattered window of the hospital as quietly as he could, holding his breath when tiny pieces of glass fell to the ground. When no undead shuffled their way into view, Dokja continued moving, avoiding the debris littering his way and making sure to step over the rotting bodies on the ground.
All the rooms he passed by were ransacked, the cabinet doors hanging on by a single nail and empty pill bottles thrown down. He managed to find a clean roll of bandages hidden underneath a hospital bed and shoved it into his backpack, looking down with a frown at how little he managed to get along the way.
He muttered out loud. “I guess Joonghyuk got here before me.” He could already see signs of his boyfriend having cleared the place out, a massacre of decapitated undead making a neat trail for him to the stairwell. He followed along without any more concern for hidden dangers. If there was one thing he knew about Yoo Joonghyuk, it was that the man was overwhelmingly cautious and protective of him and there wouldn’t be a single risk to Dokja’s wellbeing in the entire radius of the hospital.
He walked until he reached the top of the stairs, where the door was gone, having been ripped off its hinges and lying on the ground. He walked through, looking around and seeing a room with a light shining from underneath the crack of the door. The plaque said ‘Room 603’ and Dokja could faintly hear a shower running. He smiled, letting himself feel giddy as he swung the door open and dumped his bag on the empty chair. A sword was leaning on the wall and a duffel bag sat under the window, practically bulging with how full it was.
The room was surprisingly neat, though Dokja figured it was from Joonghyuk cleaning up before he arrived. Dokja decided to sneak up on his boyfriend, shedding his clothes along the way. The bathroom was steaming lightly and he breathed in the scent of a minty soap, eyes adjusting to the misty room. A muscled back flexed in front of him, water coursing down the scarred flesh as large hands scrubbed at Joonghyuk’s fluffy hair.
Dokja bit the bottom of his lip, reaching out to slide his hands from Joonghyuk’s hips to his abdomen, clasping his fingers together and plastering himself to Joonghyuk’s back. He hooked his chin on Joonghyuk’s shoulder and said, “Hey, babe.” Shampoo splashed down Dokja’s back and he heard his boyfriend chuckle, vibrations running through their bodies.
“You’re finally here.” Joonghyuk said, eyes still closed but body relaxed. Dokja almost stumbled from the extra weight leaning on him and huffed, adjusting his stance to keep them both up. He absentmindedly stroked Joonghyuk’s pelvis, drumming his fingers on the firm flesh. A slight jerk and Joonghyuk sighed, reaching a hand down to hold Dokja’s and nudging it further to where he wanted it.
Dokja laughed. “Already?” He let Joonghyuk lead him and groped his boyfriend’s slowly stiffening cock. He ran his fingers along the shaft and thumbed at the head, leaving teasing touches until his boyfriend made an unhappy noise and turned his head to send him a petulant glare. Dokja kissed his cheek and tightened his grip, jerking his hand up in sharp movements until Joonghyuk was grunting and thrusting into his grip.
He waited until Joonghyuk’s breath stuttered and his body shook... then took his hand off. He held back a laugh and Joonghyuk made a wounded noise, fingers flexing into fists as he took deep breaths to calm himself down. “Kim Dokja.” His boyfriend turned around and loomed over him, erection an angry red and straining against his abs. Dokja grinned and pushed him against the wall, pressing their bodies together and hands grabbing Joonghyuk’s ass.
“How come only you get to cum?” Dokja simpered up at him, batting his lashes. He squeezed Joonghyuk appreciatively and let Joonghyuk ground his hips into Dokja’s flat stomach. “It’s been a while for me too, you know.”
Joonghyuk threw his head back and groaned, arms wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him closer. “Have to clean you out.” He heard Joonghyuk’s deep voice mumble into the air. Dokja licked his lips and inched a finger between Joonghyuk’s cheeks to press against his hole, sinking in slightly to tug him open. His boyfriend shuddered and Dokja felt his cock jump between their bodies, precum mixing in with the lukewarm water raining down on them.
“I want to fuck you.” Joonghyuk looked down at him and said, eyes pleading and eager. Dokja hummed and nodded, backing away to let Joonghyuk switch their positions. Joonghyuk dropped down to his knees and mouthed at Dokja’s erection, licking from the base to the tip and taking in the head. He suckled gently and slid down, letting Dokja’s cock sink into his throat and swallowing. Dokja moaned, hips jerking up and fucking into Joonghyuk’s mouth, hand clenched in his hair and tugging at the wet strands.
Joonghyuk’s hands slid down his back, groping him and teasing his rim. Dokja whimpered, “Joonghyuk-ah, hurry.” He saw a flash of mischief in his boyfriend’s eyes and wet fingers dug into him, stretching him open slowly and methodically. Dokja spread his legs further apart and let out a sigh, pushing Joonghyuk’s face closer to his pelvis. He felt Joonghyuk’s throat spasm around him and closed his eyes tightly, biting back a keen.
Joonghyuk stuffed his fingers inside harsher, scraping his teeth on his shaft and licking as much as he could with his mouth full. He could feel his orgasm building up and panted out a warning. “I’m almost –” Joonghyuk cut him off, humming around him and sending vibrations up his spine. “Ah, fuck –” His boyfriend held himself down and Dokja heard him swallow as he shot inside his mouth.
Dokja almost slid down the wall, limbs shaky and eyes hazy. Joonghyuk caught him, fingers still in his ass and slipping his tongue inside, curling around Dokja’s. Dokja could taste himself still lingering in Joonghyuk’s mouth and pressed himself closer.
He was oversensitive, every curl of Joonghyuk’s fingers sending a shockwave of almost painful pleasure coursing through him. Dokja hooked his leg up Joonghyuk’s hip and rolled himself against his wet body, curling his hands around his shoulders and clawing at Joonghyuk’s back.
Dokja tried to pull back, barely separating before Joonghyuk followed him with persistence. “We’re not fucking in a standing shower.” Dokja moaned against his lips, clenching around Joonghyuk’s thick fingers. His boyfriend huffed and pressed insistently into Dokja’s prostate, the arm around his waist being the only thing keeping him up when Dokja’s legs crumbled.
“Fine.” Joonghyuk mumbled, nipping on his bottom lip and pulling him out of the shower. The water was still running, but Dokja couldn’t even start to care as Joonghyuk lifted him up with one hand while still stretching him. He slipped down more and jolted, pleasure shooting up his spine as he clung to Joonghyuk’s wet shoulders.
“I’m ready, I’m ready.” Dokja whined out, shivering in his hold. He could feel Joonghyuk’s cock sliding against his thigh and pressed against it, biting the lobe of Joonghyuk’s ear when the taller man clutched him tighter.
“Patience, dear.” Joonghyuk murmured into his ear, as if he wasn’t straining and eager to sheathe himself into Dokja’s warmth. Dokja hissed and bit his shoulder in retaliation, leaving a deep indent that flushed redder than the skin around it. Joonghyuk chuckled and tipped them both onto the hospital bed. It was too small for two full grown men, but both enjoyed the feeling of being pressed so tightly to one another.
Joonghyuk pulled his fingers out and pressed a kiss to Dokja’s temple. One hand reached down to tug him open using his thumb and the other nudged the tip of his dick against Dokja’s entrance, sliding in slowly. Dokja arched his back, his dick twitching back to life.
Joonghyuk started off with harsh and rough thrusts, too riled up to take his time. He grabbed Dokja’s waist and yanked him back, hips hammering into him. Grunts and wet slaps filled the air, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together and bed shaking from the force.
“Dokja.” Joonghyuk panted out, leaning down and sucking marks into his neck. “Fuck, Dokja, you’re still so tight.” Dokja laughed, breath being punched out of him from the force of Joonghyuk’s thrusts.
“And you’re still ridiculously big.” Dokja shot back, wrapping his legs around Joonghyuk. The springs inside the shoddy mattress started squeaking rapidly and Dokja held back a yelp when a loud shriek sounded and the two suddenly sunk down. Dokja could feel metal digging into his back and he laughed incredulously, body squeezing Joonghyuk in tandem. They both stopped in shock.
“Did - did we just –?” Dokja couldn’t even get the words out and Joonghyuk started giggling along with him, burying his face in the crook of Dokja’s neck.
“I think so.” He replied, shaking with laughter. They pulled back and looked each other in the eye, breaking down again. Dokja covered his face and wheezed, hearing Joonghyuk’s rare mirth from above him. He laid his hands on either side of his head and looked up with a broad grin, feeling tickled at the uncontrollable smile spreading across Joonghyuk’s lips.
Joonghyuk huffed and leaned down to kiss him, nipping gently. He started moving again, slower and gentler. Dokja sighed out, arching into him. With this pace, Dokja could feel every inch of his lover sliding against his walls, hot and heavy inside of him. Joonghyuk lifted him off the bed, scooting up until Dokja’s back touched the wall behind them. It was a relief not to have the metal digging into his spine and he licked into Joonghyuk’s mouth in thanks.
Dokja’s body, now cradled solely by the wall and Joonghyuk’s cock, slid down further and enveloped Joonghyuk to the hilt. “It feels good.” Dokja whispered, moving his hips in tandem and brushing his fingers through the nape of Joonghyuk’s neck.
Dokja felt his climax come like a slow tide, the warmth trickling up until he lost himself in the wave, eyes closed and mouth dropped open to let out a quiet whine. His release shot out onto Joonghyuk’s abs in messy, white lines, dripping off the defined muscles and seeping down to where they were connected.
Joonghyuk grunted, hips jerking up faster until he held himself tightly against Dokja, who moaned as hot liquid splashed in him, feeling it leak out in a dirty mess. They stayed there, catching their breaths and cuddled into one another.
Joonghyuk was the first to pull back, carefully sliding out and mindful of Dokja’s sensitivity. He set the pillows behind Dokja’s hips and let go of him, arranging his loose limbs into a more comfortable position. Dokja whined when he felt Joonghyuk’s weight lift off the bed, hands reaching out in a clingy motion.
His hands were pushed back down and he gave up shortly, too tired to complain about the lack of post-coital snuggles. He struggled to get his mind back together, thinking back on why they decided to come to the hospital at all. “Oh, right.” Dokja mumbled, eyes half-closed. “We need to clean up and get back before the others start worrying. Did you get enough medicine?” He could faintly see Joonghyuk moving around the room and picking their clothes up, putting on his pants and folding the rest onto an empty chair.
“Yes. I’ve taken care of it.” Joonghyuk replied, voice gentle and calm. Dokja heard him move closer and chapped lips pressing on his hair. “Rest.” Rough hands smoothed his sweaty hair back and trailed down the shell of his ear, tickling at his jaw.
Dokja hummed, tilting his head into the affectionate touch. “Joonghyuk-ah,” he yawned, “I love you.” The hand paused and Joonghyuk chuckled, warm and happy.
“I love you too, Dokja-ya.”
Dokja let himself fall asleep, sound in the knowledge that Joonghyuk would never let anything hurt him.