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To Jay, there's no sweeter victory than snapping Heeseung's last straw and having his control removed from him: hands pinned behind his back by Heeseung's very strong, very angry hold; Jay's ass up in the air and knees shaking and thighs moving with the force of his boyfriend's thrusts into his hole; mouth hung open and smashed against the bed and leaking pathetic whimpers with every slap of skin hitting skin. He can't breathe because Heeseung's fingers are pressing into the sides of his throat, nor can he move because his boyfriend is draped all over his back and any attempt to pull away results in a warning grip on his wrists. He's leaking on the bed and his body is littered with bite marks and bruises and his hole fucking hurts from the near-abuse, and Jay loves it.
The mattress springs squeak and groan with Heeseung's movement. Jay lets out a string of nonsensical moans, having no energy to think or talk when the life is being fucked out of him, and behind him, he feels his boyfriend smirk into his shoulder.
"What did I tell you," Heeseung wheezes out, his breathlessness not evident in his sharp, purposeful thrusts, "about being a fucking brat?"
"Nngh!"
He pulls out, slams back into Jay until his boyfriend's driven into the bed, then rolls his hips deep inside, feeling every inch of precum he's smearing around his pulsing inner walls. A drop of sweat falls off his bangs and lands on Jay's back shiny with his own sweat. "Didn't I tell you to stop touching me?"
"Hnn!"
"You don't fucking—" he thrusts, "—distract me—" thrust, "when I'm—" thrust, "on League."
This is where Jay wants to laugh because it's this easy to get Heeseung where he wants him to be: pistoning him into the mattress and almost lifting his ass vertically for ease of access, his arms sore from Heeseung pinning them to his back, his throat raw from moaning and screaming and mewling, all because Jay had laid his head on his lap and mouthed at his dick while Heeseung was gaming. Sure, it was his fault that he'd been a little too good at teasing his boyfriend, had raised an erection and made Heeseung buck into his open mouth while he was so close to destroying the enemy's turrets, but then Jay licked a stripe up his clothed dick and poked his tongue where his boyfriend's dickhead would be and his boyfriend missed a click and lost the game and—
"Insatiable bitch," Heeseung grits through his teeth, slamming his dick right onto Jay's prostrate and relishing the way his boyfriend's body jumps at the touch. "Fucking whore couldn't stay away from my dick for fifteen minutes." Releasing his hold on Jay's throat, Heeseung reaches in between his boyfriend's thighs to cup his balls and fondles it with a rough hand, smirking even more when his boyfriend's dick leaks precum over it.
"Ah! Hngh!"
Jay's torso twists again, wanting to remove himself from all the stimulation, but Heeseung thrusts deep inside as a warning. "You're not getting away from here," he says, fingers trailing up to Jay's dick so he can tug it harshly, the gesture eliciting a loud, lewd schlick from how wet he is. Jay cries with all the oxygen left in his lungs, head throwing back and black hair sticking to his forehead and jaw aching from being open all night. "Not when I'm giving you what you wanted—what you fucking begged for."
"Hee—Heeseung," Jay manages to say, eyes scrunching closed in pleasure. Heeseung fills him up too well, girth and length pushing him up to his limit; his breaths are still ragged even when a full airflow has returned to his lungs since Heeseung's hips piston all of it out of him and his brain has turned into mush from the constant zing of pleasure, from his boyfriend's tight hand stroking his dick in time to his thrusts.
"What? Gonna apologise? Gonna say sorry for getting in my way, you filthy hole?"
"Mmf!" Wanting to soothe the ache in his jaw, Jay turns his face the other way and closes his mouth as best as he can. There's a line of drool slipping past his lips and down his chin, soaking into the sheets, but his loud whines only translates as muffled moans into the bed and it doesn't cushion him from Heeseung's force.
Heeseung grits his teeth. "Where are you looking at, slut?" He moves the hand on Jay's dick, slick with cum, to grab his jaw and pull it towards him. Jay gapes, eyes snapping open in surprise at the sudden movement, and Heeseung slows down his thrusts to stare at him with an intense gaze, simultaneously angered and aroused at how slack his body has become. "Where are your fucking manners," Heeseung growls, "for thanking me for the cock you wanted so bad?"
A shudder runs through Jay's body. He's torn between wanting to escape the danger of his boyfriend's grip on his back and saving himself from an entire weekend of aching muscles, versus wanting to thrust back against him so it reaches inside deeper. God, fuck, this is why he loves riling Heeseung up so much. He may be sweet and slightly distant during the day—whether that's his shyness or hesitance to voice out his inner thoughts and desires—but breaking his patience always does the trick of revealing it all, of showing Jay what he truly feels and what he needs, even if his actions come off as twisted to others.
But Jay loves it. And he loves Heeseung. And he loves pushing his buttons so he can be where he is right now: submissive and pliant and wrecked by the love of his life.
Heeseung thinks otherwise, however; he's intent on teaching his boyfriend a lesson not because his gaming session was interrupted, but because Jay has been acting out of line for a while now. Jay, who would kiss him on the cheek just to steal his favourite jelly right under his nose; who would engage him in a tickle fight until Heeseung only had five minutes to catch the bus for work; who sat on his lap and wiggled his ass on top of his crotch whenever Heeseung just wanted to watch a movie, and of course, for sucking him through his pants and interrupting his League round earlier. He knows that his boyfriend's doing all of it on purpose; he knows that Jay knows that he's wrapped around Jay's pinky and whatever happens to Heeseung is technically his own fault for not saying no to his stupid boyfriend. Heeseung is only being responsible and facing the consequences of his own actions in his own way—a physical, bruising lesson that has both of them gasping for air.
But they're here now and he doesn't mind being buried inside Jay to the hilt if he can watch his boyfriend struggle below him like this.
Heeseung huffs out a condescending laugh at the way Jay's brows were scrunched down and his teeth clenched together as if to grit through the pain. His dick throbs inside Jay's ass as he pushes in deeper, as his boyfriend's face contorts, and Heeseung slips his thumb inside his mouth.
"Suck," he commands, and Jay immediately wraps his lips around the digit, mouth wet with saliva to welcome it in. Heeseung resumes thrusting at a slower pace while pressing his thumb onto Jay's tongue and smearing saliva all over the inside of his mouth, dragging his dick out from his hole so he can feel how tight Jay was clenching down on him. Then he thrusts back in with force. A slow pull-out, a fast and powerful thrust, that he maintains until Jay has enough energy to let out small "ngh, ngh, ngh" around his thumb, some spit spilling onto his chin, in time to his pace.
"You're quiet now, aren't you?" Heeseung remarks. Jay sucks harder on his thumb so there's an audible slurp, as if answering him, and he sneers at how gross his boyfriend is being. "Needed a thumb to suck on like a baby, huh?"
His boyfriend whines.
"Did you need my milk too?" Heeseung grits out. "Is that why you've been so needy lately?"
"Heeseung—"
"Shut the fuck up." There's a particular loud creak, a sudden yelp from beneath him as Heeseung fucks hard into Jay's prostrate. "I didn't say you could talk."
Unable to move from his spot, Jay resigns to sucking on the thumb, more than happy to be used like a lifeless toy while he drools all over a finger like it's cock, taking in the fucking with all the added pain and pleasure. His core muscles and thighs hurt from holding this position for a long time, so he arches his back for some relief right as Heeseung fucks at an angle that pushes him into the bed once more. Jay gasps, sharp and loud, and the thumb is removed from his mouth.
"Ah, so this is what you wanted." Wiping the saliva on his thumb all over the side of Jay's face so his chin and cheek were shiny with spit, Heeseung removes his hold on Jay's wrists and flips his boyfriend right side up. Jay yelps, surprised and confused from his worldview turning upside down, as Heeseung slides a pillow underneath his hips and pulls him on the mattress so they're closer together—but Heeseung doesn't stop there. He pulls Jay's legs higher up, draping his calves over both of his forearms so that Jay's hips were truly in the air, and then he pushes his dick inside his hole until there's a bulge on his stomach and Jay chokes back on tears.
"Heeseung!" he mewls, high-pitched and desperate.
A maniacal grin returns to Heeseung's face as he thrusts directly into his boyfriend's prostrate at this new angle, watching the shape of his dick bulge in and out of Jay's stomach and digging deeper into his walls. "Yeah," he says almost to himself. "This is what you wanted, huh?"
All dialogue is lost in their heat after that, replaced by harsh sounds of their hips and thighs slapping, Heeseung's breaths turning ragged and laboured, Jay pulling away from the stimulation as best as he can only to be forced back onto it with a pitiful wail. Sweat drops from Heeseung to Jay and precum splatters all over his stomach at one particularly delicious thrust, and Jay throws his head back when Heeseung pauses thrusting to bend down, clamp his teeth on his thigh before sucking on the flesh until marks imprint on it, painful and unrelenting like an animal in heat. Jay cries into his forearms thrown over his face, tears splotching his cheeks and lips shiny where he'd been bitten and licked, every inch of himself ruined yet not quite reaching his orgasm. He's tired and fucked out but Heeseung isn't done yet—instead, he pulls his boyfriend's ass higher and pushes his torso down so he can thrust his cock straight down as far as he can go.
Then Jay's moans pitch one octave higher, head tossing the other way as if to escape from the sensation. "Ngah! Heeseung, babe, Hee—fuck, stop, fuck!"
Without warning, he cums on the next thrust, a sob torn out of his throat while he spurts white all over his flexed stomach and heaving chest and even his chin as Heeseung fucks him through his most intense orgasm so far. He can't tell left from right, where Heeseung ends and where he begins in the mess of their tangled limbs, his hole numb from the relentless thrusts that he can't stop no matter how much he pushes his boyfriend away. "Heeseung," he wails, "Heeseung, please, make it stop, make it stop!"
"Fuck you," Heeseung spits out, ignoring his pleas for brash thrusts and a hard slap to his ass that echoes throughout the room. "Shut up and be pretty for me the way a sex doll should be."
Beneath him, Jay properly sobs into his forearms and the pillow and wherever his tears fall, much too overwhelmed from everything in, out and around him. Heeseung slams back in one more time at a stuttering pace, enjoying the hole clenching down tight on his cock before he spills into the condom with a low groan, collapsing onto his boyfriend with a soft oof. Jay doesn't stop sniffling even after Heeseung softens inside him and pulls out, removing the sticky condom with a grimace as he ties it and tosses it to the general direction of the trash can. Jay doesn't stop twitching on the bed—remnants from an oversensitive body pushed beyond his limit—even after his boyfriend wiped him with a damp towel, cleaning up all the mess he can get, and collects him in his arms so Jay could calm down.
"Hey," Heeseung says, all the growls and gruffness in his attitude replaced by his soft, husky tone. It does little to soothe his trembling boyfriend, but at least Jay knows he's back in safe territory, letting himself be arranged by Heeseung's side so that his head is tucked on top of his shoulder. The hand wrapped around Jay's shoulder presses into his flesh, then runs a knuckle up his chin as if gently prodding him back to Earth. "Hey. Can you hear me?"
"Mmgh."
"Yes? No?"
"Ugh."
"I'll take that as a no, then." Heeseung stops all his ministrations so that Jay can collect his wits and nerves before he combusts into a mess of overstimulation, so he can breathe properly and let the sobs subside.
Jay close his eyes in his embrace, the rise of his chest decreasing as his heart rate slows down and steadies, his brows unfurrowing themselves into one of content. He spends another five minutes in an almost-slumber after that—eyes closed, mind and body resting in the comfort of his boyfriend's warmth—until he stirs open, lucid and alert, to lift his head up.
"Heeseung?" he asks, voice scratchy and hoarse.
"What's up? You good now?"
"Yeah." It comes out as a whisper.
The mattress shifts underneath their weight as Heeseung turns over so he's on his side. There's a small, displeased frown tugging on his brows as his eyes bore through Jay, his annoyance audible when he says, "You need to stop whatever you're doing."
"Hm?" Jay bats his eyes sluggishly at him.
"Don't give me that look." Heeseung pinches his cheek, not unkind, before he trails his hand down to his boyfriend's hip. "You've been such a little shit lately, you know?"
"Have I?" His voice may be weak and his expression deceptively innocent, but it's hard to miss the telltale glint of mischief in Jay's eyes and tugging at the edges of his lips. "I wasn't aware."
"Did I not fuck you hard enough? Do you need another lesson?" The hand on his hip grips onto his flesh so Jay yelps. Heeseung rubs a gentle thumb over the sore spot. "I don't know what you want from me, Jay, but my patience with you only goes so far."
"I just like playing with you," his boyfriend shrugs. Throwing one leg over Heeseung's, Jay brings their bodies closer together until they're sharing the same air and he can place his palms on Heeseung's sculpted chest, feeling safe and protected from the world. "You're hot when I rile you up." A beat passes between them with Heeseung staring at Jay's lidded eyelids and their breaths syncing into the same pace.
"Also," Jay starts out of nowhere, soft and hesitant, "I like it when you voice out your thoughts."
His boyfriend giggles, his aloof charm melting away in the pleased curve of his eyes and the amused grin. "All I did was degrade you."
"That's, like, the entire point?" Jay shrugs again. "We all have to start somewhere, no?"
"Silly." Heeseung pokes his forehead. "Silly little man."
"I'm your silly little man."
"Whatever."