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Han Joowon knows he can do it. He can catch his father and do right by Lee Dongsik. He has a plan and he just needs to get it done. But he also knows he can be impatient, impulsive. There is restlessness settling deep into his bones that needs to be removed before it makes home in the crevices of his being—no matter that his entire being is being unraveled at this very moment.
And Lee Dongsik knows. Joowon can tell he does. It’s in the way he hovers like he’s worried. Like he’s positioning himself in a way that he can catch Joowon if he falls.
Like he cares.
And dear god, does Joowon want. He wants Dongsik to worry about him. He wants Lee Dongsik beside him; he wants him to care.
He wants, and that’s the problem.
He wants those hands on him, he wants those hands cradling his face and holding his hand—he wants those hands touching him. He wants that voice to say his name over and over until all the other voices that ever spoke Joowon’s name will pale not just in comparison but also to nothing. Joowon-ah.
Joowon-ah.
“Joowon-ah, what is it?”
They’re standing in the living room of Dongsik’s family house. Joowon can vaguely recall walking straight to the basement after Dongsik lets the two of them into his house, but Dongsik truly must have known that something is ticking inside Joowon, because he had pulled him away from the stairs with a hand around his wrist until Joowon stands before the couch and Dongsik is blocking his way to the basement.
Moonlight and the familiar orange glow of the streetlight flood the room through the window before him, yet his shadow is cast by the light coming from the kitchen. Quietly, he catalogs the room, eyes darting from one piece of furniture to the next, from one trinket, picture, little somethings—little nothings that had never graced Joowon's family home that was always been pristine and cold. He takes in the old television covered with an equally, if not older, doily; two pillows and a blanket folded over the arm of the couch; the layer of dust on the cabinets, playing cards, dry nail polish whose color he could no longer determine, cheap jewelry, and a silver wristwatch gathering dust. Little trinkets over the years scattered like memories on almost every available surface. Framed family photos, the corkboard with newspaper clippings from twenty-one years ago, and there, the most damning of all, his father’s face as the then chief of Munju station, calling off the investigation on Bang Juseon’s murder and Lee Yuyeon’s disappearance, burnt at the edges but still legible. Clear as day.
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik’s voice is loud in the otherwise silent house. And this house is silent, isn't it? Too silent where it should be loud and lively. But not after what his father did, what Joowon’s own flesh and blood did to the family of this house—
“Joowon-ah, what is it?”
Joowon quietly catalogs the room, and there too, Joowon can see: the worry etched across Dongsik’s face, the understanding that Dongsik knows what he wants. And that he would do it if Joowon only asks.
But his father made sure it would not happen. That Joowon cannot—and will not—have any of those. Not after what he did. Not after what those around him did. So now, Joowon can only want. When everything else around him unravels, he can only want.
That’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s always left wanting. Away in a land far away from home, or even when he's supposed to be at home, he’s left wanting the approval and affection of a father who only serves his own interests. So much so that when the kingdom begins to crumble, the son is still left wanting.
He’s left wanting the same man he accused and tormented. He’s left wanting because he—
“You know, when people want something, they say it out loud.” What? What is Lee Dongsik saying? Joowon’s gaze focuses on Dongsik in front of him and—
Oh. “After all, that’s often how they can get it. So,” Joowon watches as Dongsik steps closer, his gaze flickering to his lips then back to those eyes that seem to know him so well. “What is it that you want, Joowon-ah?”
“You.”
Joowon feels a shiver run down his spine as Dongsik looks at him from head to toe, assessing. “Just that?”
No, I want everything.
“I want you—“ He curls his hands into fists, only to loosen them when they catch Dongsik’s gaze. “I want you to make me dirty.”
Dongsik’s eyes are fierce and calculating. Beautiful in its danger. “What else?”
“I want to feel it. Make me feel dirty… Lee Dongsik-ssi.”
Dongsik remains standing before Joowon, the space between them like a chasm that could never be bridged. “I need you to give me a safe word, Joowon-ah.”
Ah. Of course, he would know. Is that how he noticed Joowon’s desperately growing needs? Joowon has only been in that place once, and did not even engage in anything. Not when his father's voice has spat vitriol in his head about losing his control, his dignity. And since then he’d always convince himself that he would never give up any part of him like that. But—
“We won’t do anything you don’t like—“
“Twinings,” Joowon says, lowering his gaze. “And you can do anything you like.”
“Like the tea?” He sees Dongsik’s new shoes before his own, what seemed to be such a wide stretch of nothing—and yet everything—between them is now reduced to a mere couple of inches.
At such a close distance, Joowon could smell the perfume he picked for him when his father thought it was a good idea to have Dongsik near and assigned him a role at the Seoul Headquarters; strong yet subtle, smoky. Joowon thought it suited him. And as Dongsik carefully raises a hand where he can see it, as Dongsik grasps his chin and tilts his head so their gazes can meet, Joowon knows he’s right.
The suit fit him well too, perfect if Joowon would dare to think. It brings out his eyes especially when under the sun, or under bright, flashing lights of cameras—like the ones in the courtroom today.
“Tch. Presence of mind, Han Joowon.”
“Yes, like the tea.”
Dongsik raises an eyebrow, and Joowon feels something in him quiver.
“Sir.”
“There we go,” Dongsik smirks. “Good boy.”
Joowon gasps, his eyes fluttering shut. Dongsik lets him, and Joowon feels his finger move from his chin to his jaw, tracing feather-light touches down to his neck, sneaking his fingers inside the thick turtleneck before pulling out and tugging at the lapels of his coat.
“Strip. You’ve been hard for quite a while. It must be uncomfortable.”
He follows the man until he’s in front of his spread legs. Dongsik stares at him from his seat on the center of the couch, one arm resting on the back and giving Joowon a glimpse of his slim waist from the open blazer. The shirt strains across his chest, and Joowon stares as Dongsik pops the top two buttons of his shirt open.
That watch fits his wrist perfectly. Han Kihwan surely noticed.
“Han Joowon,” Joowon’s gaze snaps up to Dongsik’s, “Strip. From here on out I won’t be telling you things twice. Alright?”
Joowon nods, “Yes, Dongsik-ssi.”
“Hm.” Dongsik gestures with a hand and Joowon follows.
Their gazes meet again, and the deep brown of his eyes tells Joowon that everything is being taken seriously right now. Dongsik understands and Dongsik will give. It’s in the line of his shoulders, the steel in his gaze, his posture that no longer slouches. Joowon had thought before that Dongsik could easily command a room with his charm and his smiles, but he did not account that he could do it too with such a simple change in his stance.
Or perhaps it’s just him. Just Han Joowon and his fucked up brain and his fucked up wants. His father often told him to be logical with everything, including his body and its needs. And yet here he is. Almost begging for a touch from a man whose life his father ruined, whose life Joowon has ruined. And yet—
And yet, Dongsik stares at him like he understands that Joowon wants to let go of his control, that he is here to hold it for him—to hold him—until he’s ready to take it back. And Joowon wants. He wants so badly to let go, feels the need deep into his being: that he wouldn’t mind letting go of the reins if Lee Dongsik is the one who will hold it, who will hold him.
The gray coat goes first and Joowon carefully folds the thick material before placing it on the low table behind him. Then the shoes and socks. For a moment, Joowon waits for the apprehension of his feet touching dirty ground to come but finds nothing. Nothing.
Nothing.
Then his choice is left between his pants and turtleneck. He quickly pulls off the turtleneck and folds it again before placing it on top of his coat, followed by the belt. And then—
“Come here first.”
Something in Joowon settles when Dongsik wraps a hand around his wrist and pulls him to sit on his lap. Can I? His gaze asks, the hand previously holding him now lingers above the fly of his pants.
When Joowon nods, Dongsik opens his pants with a deft hand, relieving the pressure on his straining cock. Dongsik’s hand is warm and big as he palms Joowon’s erection. And even with his eyes closed, Joowon can feel his gaze on him, watching every expression, catching every gasp and moan.
Joowon fights the urge to hide, fights the urge to curl his hands on Dongsik’s blazer and pull him closer until his lips touch his skin.
Instead, he puts his hands behind him, holding his wrists and resting them against the dip of his lower back, restraining himself. He feels Dongsik’s other hand trace a path from his shoulder, to his biceps, down to his arm until it reaches his bound hands and stays there. Touching, holding. Joowon wants to provoke him until he’s restraining him himself, but a gasp escapes him as Dongsik pulls his cock free, thumb swiping at his precum before his calloused hand jerks him off. The roughness causing Joowon to shiver, eyes opening a bit and looking at where Dongsik is touching him.
“Dongsik-ssi, ah—“
Dongsik hums, pulling Joowon closer until his cock is trapped between Dongsik’s hand and his stomach. The feeling of the soft fabric of Dongsik’s shirt rubbing at the head of his cock makes Joowon whine, chorusing with another satisfied hum from Dongsik. He closes his eyes tighter then, resists the mix of greed and want to see Dongsik’s face from overriding the sweet, sweet tightness around his cock.
“Oh fuck. Dongsik,” Dongsik's hand glides smoothly along his length, and Joowon dimly realizes how wet he is, pre-cum dribbling from the head of his cock until Dongsik rubs it along his shaft with his thumb. Heat coils in the pit of his stomach, hot and heavy and feels so, so good it leaves his toes curling.
He thrusts his hips against Dongsik’s and lets himself fall forward, moaning at the solid weight of Dongsik beneath him. Joowon shifts the hands on his back until he’s holding on to Dongsik, his hips thrusting, seeking friction from Dongsik, Dongsik, Dongsik.
“You’re so needy like this, Joowon-ah.”
And then Dongsik is pulling him back by his wrists, and Joowon gasps as cold air hits his chest and cock. He shivers at each kiss Dongsik leaves on his exposed neck, moaning at the hint of teeth before Dongsik nuzzles at the base of Joowon’s throat, his curls tickling Joowon’s chin until he moves to lean his cheek on Dongsik’s hair—breathing in the scent of his shampoo and there, something so uniquely Lee Dongsik.
Joowon takes a deep, shaky breath as Dongsik pulls back, their gazes meeting. The man is balancing him on his lap with strength Joowon barely spared a thought for before and is now very much considering. But his thoughts are being clouded by the lust burning in equal measure with embarrassment, burning hotter and hotter with each filthy squelch of Dongsik’s hand still jerking him off.
“Look at you,” Dongsik says, and Joowon licks his lips as he stares at that smirking mouth. How many times has Dongsik given him that smirk, that annoying grin of his— “So wet already. I would ask you to spit on my hand to make this easier but no need for that anymore, hm?”
—Joowon tears his gaze away from Dongsik’s still smirking mouth; watches instead how Dongsik fits his hand around his cock, pumping and pulling pleasure with each sweet, sweet glide. He watches with fascination as Dongsik swipes a thumb at the dribble of pre-cum, glistening at the tip before Dongsik rubs it along his length, tracing the vein on the underside before tightening his grip and moving faster until Joowon can’t help but clench his thighs around Dongsik’s hips, moaning and moaning until he’s hiding his face again on the crook of Dongsik’s neck, muffling his noises as he feels himself reaching his climax.
Dongsik tightens hold, moving his hand up and down until Joowon is a mess of want on his lap, torn between moving away or closer and closer and closer until he feels Dongsik’s hot breaths on his neck, feels his teeth grazing his collarbones. And when Dongsik slots his mouth on his neck like he wants to bite, Joowon tears a hand away from his back to hold him there, and cums.
White-hot pleasure like lightning bolts courses through him, and Joowon is barely aware of his squirming on Dongsik’s lap, still moaning unabashedly yet muffling his cries on the older man’s shoulders. He closes his eyes tightly as pleasure continues to course through him like huge tidal waves that Dongsik pulls with his hand; the thick, white ropes of cum shooting across Joowon’s naked chest and stomach.
He comes around with his hand still gripping the hair on the back of Dongsik’s head, still pressing Dongsik close to him while the man bites and sucks on his neck—the thought of his marks creates another quiver of pleasure to run across his body, making something in him settle in satisfaction. And as Dongsik pulls back, Joowon can only take a shaky breath when he finally notices the tremble on his inner thighs.
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik’s lips graze his ear, and Joowon trembles at the closeness. “The next time I make you cum, I don’t want you hiding your noises from me. Understood?”
He squeezes Dongsik’s hand still in his, while the other lets go of his hair—touch sliding down to the back of Dongsik’s neck, his shoulder, his chest. The fabric of the suit Dongsik is still wearing feels soft, and if Joowon focuses hard enough, he could probably feel each strand with how sensitive he still feels.
He feels untethered, yet present. Almost floating. He nods to say he understands but Dongsik is already shifting beneath him, and Joowon uses the hand on his chest to raise himself up, the scant lighting of the room showing the glistening cum on his torso and Dongsik’s hand.
For a moment, Joowon stares at the mess on his body, stares at how Dongsik has loosened his fist around his cock, how Dongsik gathers the cum on his hand between his fingers. Joowon licks his lips at the sight, waiting for Dongsik to do something, to say something. The anticipation tastes sweet, wrapped around him and tickling his neck.
“Clean it,” says Dongsik, offering his hand to him. “Use your mouth, Han Joowon.”
Joowon bites his lip at the command, feeling his cheeks burn hot as he wraps a hand around Dongsik’s wrist, the other on his forearm, before lowering his head towards Dongsik’s waiting hand. The mix of shame and lust ignites in him again, steadily growing familiar and stronger that Joowon has to fight the urge to close his eyes at its onslaught; looking instead at Dongsik—at his lips, the strong jut of his chin, his bright brown eyes now almost black and blown with lust.
He holds Dongsik’s gaze as his tongue peeks out and grazes his middle finger, catching the cum until Joowon withdraws for a moment at the clean yet slightly bitter taste, before diving back in, wrapping his lips around Dongsik’s middle and index fingers. Dongsik tears his gaze away first, dark eyes focusing on Joowon’s lips. And Joowon does not miss his hum, his breaths turning heavy as Joowon drags his tongue along the length of his finger.
Dongsik’s other hand settles on his hip, and Joowon closes his eyes at its warmth paired with Dongsik’s still clothed erection pressing against his inner thigh. The taste of his own cum is only secondary to the weight of Dongsik’s fingers in his mouth, how it settles heavily but not heavy enough on his tongue, pressing at the roof of his mouth with each swallow. He splays a hand over Dongsik’s chest, and swirls his tongue down the length of his fingers before wrapping his lips tight and sucking.
Relishing at the deep groan rumbling on the chest beneath his palm, Joowon settles himself on Dongsik’s erection, grinding against the hardness until Dongsik groans again, the hand on his hip guiding his movements.
“Is that what you want, Joowon-ah?” Joowon releases his fingers with a pop, nodding. He angles his head to catch Dongsik’s thumb in his mouth, shuddering as Dongsik traces his lips with it, spreading cum and spit. “How eager. On your knees then, darling.”
Joowon gasps, licking his lips. He stares at Dongsik for a bit before he raises himself to stand, watching as Dongsik throws a pillow on the ground between his open thighs. Without waiting for a command, Joowon removes his pants and lets it fall, stepping over it before sinking to his knees.
And then Dongsik is cupping his cheek, his thumb brushing across a cheekbone and Joowon couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean to his touch. Warm. Rough. Yet still so, so gentle that it breaks something inside of him because how could he be gentle? How could Dongsik, despite everything, be so gentle with him?
With his heart hammering in his chest, Joowon pulls away from the touch and moves his hands to tug Dongsik’s belt and pants open. He sees the hand previously caressing him fall to the couch and looks up at Dongsik.
“Go ahead then,” The smirk is back on Dongsik’s face, “Be a good boy and wrap those pretty lips around my cock.”
Dongsik’s cock is thick and hard in his palm, heavy. He takes a deep breath and looks up again at Dongsik, seeing the challenge in those eyes and still smirking lips. There is something else there too, but Joowon turns his gaze away before he could name it. Instead, he licks his lips and wraps a hand around the base as he lowers his head, eyes closing when his tongue catches the pre-cum pooling at the tip. Dongsik’s sigh spurs him on then, wrapping his lips fully around the head and sucks.
He savors the sweet, sweet moan from Dongsik—given so generously that Joowon can’t help but want to hear it over and over. He licks down the length, looking up as he does only to see Dongsik already look at him with hooded eyes, his lips parted. And when Joowon swirls his tongue around the head, teases the slit with the tip of his tongue, so does Dongsik’s moans taste even sweeter.
“That’s right, darling. Nice and slow,” Dongsik’s moans fill the room while Joowon takes him deeper and deeper into his mouth, wrapping his hand where his mouth can’t reach. “You’re doing so well, Joowon-ah.”
Joowon moans a reply, pausing and taking a breath as the head of Dongsik’s cock hits the back of his throat. The praise swerves right into his gut and Joowon can feel his arousal stir in him again. He sneaks a hand between his thighs as he bobs his head, sucking and moaning around the length; the filthy, squelching sounds of Dongsik’s cock in his mouth chorusing with the man’s groans.
“Joo— Joowon-ah. Fuck. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Joowon’s name has never sounded so beautiful when coming from Dongsik, even more so when weaved into a moan that leaves him shuddering. He looks up again, tongue sliding up the underside of Dongsik’s cock until it catches the head and Joowon purses his lips against the slit, sucking pre-cum and humming as it pools on his tongue. He lets Dongsik watch him swallow, his eyes fluttering closed when Dongsik holds his cheek, thumb brushing against Joowon’s lips stretch around his cock.
“I’ve always thought you’re pretty, Joowon-ah. What I didn’t account for is how much prettier you can get.”
With a moan, Joowon tilts his head and kisses the side of Dongsik’s cock, smearing pre-cum and saliva on his cheek as he makes his way down, laving his tongue on the balls tightening beneath. Dongsik’s hand grips his hair then, and Joowon takes one on his mouth, shuddering at the heightened volume of Dongsik’s groans as he sucks, switching to the other before going up again and swallowing down the length.
Joowon lets himself get lost in the pace—hollowing his cheeks and swallowing around Dongsik’s dick, using his hand where his mouth can’t reach; speeding up and up and up until it turns sloppy and a trail of spit is falling down his chin and messing the front of Dongsik’s pants.
When Dongsik’s grip on his hair tightens, Joowon pulls his hand away and lets Dongsik fuck his mouth. He shudders at the wet sounds, at the spit mixed with pre-cum trailing down his chin to his chest as Dongsik’s thrusts turn sloppy, erratic, yet still measured enough that Joowon can feel him holding back.
He opens his eyes then, glaring up at Dongsik. The man huffs an amused breath, pulling him away from his cock. Joowon rests his cheek against his thigh, feeling the soft fabric of his trousers against his skin. “You really have such gorgeous eyes, Joowon-ah. I can tell what you want just by looking at them. You want more, hm?”
Joowon nods, pressing his swollen lips on Dongsik’s cock again. “Do it faster. Make it rough. I can take it.” Then he opens his mouth, puts the head of Dongsik’s cock on his tongue, and looks up.
Above him, Dongsik curses. Joowon keeps his eyes open as Dongsik begins to thrust into his mouth, his senses are filled with Dongsik’s cock and Dongsik’s moans and Dongsik’s hands gripping his hair and pushing him down his cock until Joowon’s eyes water and he’s nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess and it feels so fucking good to having nothing but Dongsik, Dongsik, Dongsik.
“That’s it, darling. Your mouth feels so damn good around my cock,” Joowon swallows, and is gifted by another loud groan from Dongsik. “You’re a real natural at this, Han Joowon. You should see how fucking pretty you are. Fuck.”
Joowon blushes at the praise, wrapping a hand around his dick and jerking himself off in time with Dongsik’s thrusts. His other hand grips Dongsik’s thigh, urging him to keep going. He whimpers around the cock in his mouth, hips bucking against his hand as pleasure courses through him.
“Be good for me and take more, hm?” Dongsik’s voice cuts through the haze and Joowon moans in reply. He’s drooling around Dongsik’s cock in his mouth and Joowon couldn’t give a damn except taking more, more, more of what Dongsik wants to give. The wet, squelching noises of his mouth drowning the sound of his hand jerking himself off, the mess of pre-cum making each glide of his hand smooth, still feeling the ghost of Dongsik’s hand on him earlier.
Dongsik grazes his hollowing cheeks with a thumb before moving to grasp the back of his neck, and Joowon groans at the roughness of the grip combined with the one on his hair, trembling as his nerves light up in excitement and anticipation. He controls his breathing to match Dongsik’s thrusts, whimpering when Dongsik begins to hold him down to his cock.
Tears brim on his eyes, falling down his cheeks and onto Dongsik’s thighs as he gags on his cock. His free hand reaches for Dongsik’s waist, pulling at the fabric of his clothes to encourage him. More, more. Joowon hears and feels Dongsik’s groans each time his cock hits the back of his throat and Joowon swallows around him, his own pleasure steadily crescendoing with each second Dongsik surrounds him with his scent, his touch, his voice.
“I said you can take more. Deeper, Joowon-ah. I want you choking on my cock as you cum.”
And then Joowon is closing his eyes as his orgasm hits him for a second time. Pleasure erupts from his center—stronger and longer than the first one, ricocheting across his nerves and making him sensitive; and feels so, so sweet that all Joowon could do is surrender to Dongsik’s touch, to Dongsik’s moans as Joowon gags and drools around his dick, Dongsik’s voice singing praises of how good he feels, how fucking beautiful he looks cumming with Dongsik’s cock stuffed in his mouth, messy like a pretty little whore he’s begging to be. Joowon shudders, a strip of his cum shooting up to his stomach, leaving thick dribbles in his hand still pumping his cock as he milks himself until he trembles and pulls away.
He whimpers when Dongsik guides him off of his dick, replacing Joowon’s mouth with his hand. Joowon follows his cock, licking his lips and still wanting it inside him. His gaze flickers to Dongsik’s face and watches him jerk off instead, leaning forward and opening his mouth to wait.
“Breathe, Joowon-ah,” Dongsik groans looking down at Joowon, sweat beading on his brows and making strands of hair stick to his forehead. Joowon licks his lips at the sight. “Fuck, I’m close.”
“On my face, Dongsik-ssi.”
Dongsik’s surprised laugh cuts through his moans, and Joowon soaks up each sound, each desperate buck of Dongsik’s hips towards his hand.
“Still not enough, hm?” Joowon shakes his head in reply, bringing his hand—messy with his own cum, and tries to take Dongsik’s cock in his hand again, but the man catches his wrist. “I know it isn’t, darling. But if you want me to treat you like a whore, you have to start begging like one.”
Joowon swallows, feeling the familiar haze of lust at the words, making things easier yet even more embarrassing to say.
“Please.”
“Hm, please what?” Dongsik’s hand slows down on his cock, fingers curling around the base. “I need you to be more specific, Joowon-ah.”
“Please, Dongsik-ssi. I—“ Joowon swallows, eyes darting from Dongsik’s eyes to his cock. He feels even more untethered yet wanting still. Unsure which he wants the most. “I want your cum. On me. In me. I don’t care. Mark me. Bite me. Anything, please. Please, Dongsik-ssi.”
The feeling of shame at his own greediness rears its ugly head again. But Dongsik is pulling him up before it consumes Joowon whole, his hands feeling like a pair of hot brands on his arms, yet calming to the touch as he maneuvers Joowon to lie on the couch. His mouth feels warm and wet—and greedy too—as they mark Joowon up.
“Very good, darling. Thank you for telling me,” Dongsik says, flicking his tongue at Joowon’s nipple before taking it in his mouth. Joowon cries out at the mix of pain and pleasure, panting as Dongsik guides his hand between his own thighs, spreading his cum on his inner thigh.
Joowon’s moans grow louder at each mark sucked on his skin, trailing from his jaw down to his neck, he feels like a blank canvas being painted—no, like he’s being re-painted into something new with each touch of Dongsik’s lips on him. He arches his back, pressing himself closer to Dongsik, only to moan when Dongsik presses right back—a solid weight on top of him, shielded by the clothes Joowon picked out for him to impress his father with. He whimpers at the reminder, closing his eyes.
“Focus on me, Joowon-ah,” Dongsik says, his lips hovering over Joowon’s. “Only me.”
Joowon blinks up at him, gaze lowering to his lips and wants— he wants— “Okay. I will, Dongsik-ssi.”
And then Dongsik is pulling away, rubbing his nose against his—a ghost of a kiss that Joowon hadn't known he's been craving—before shifting a little to lick at the tear tracks on his cheek. Joowon gasps at the feeling of his tongue on him, and manages to stop himself before he begs for a kiss.
“Good boy.”
Lowering his head, Joowon shudders at the gust of Dongsik’s hot breaths on his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps that all Joowon could do is tilt his head to the side, begging for more. And Dongsik gives, scattering marks and bites on his neck, his shoulders, his chest.
“This isn’t enough, but it should do.” Dongsik murmurs, moving down and licking and biting and sucking at Joowon’s inner thigh until they glisten with his spit and Joowon’s cum. “Be a good boy and tighten those thighs for me, alright?”
Joowon nods, following Dongsik’s lead and resting his legs on his right shoulder. His eyes widen when he feels Dongsik’s cock sliding between his thighs, gasping when Dongsik begins to thrust, the head of his cock nudging at his hole and leaving him breathless.
“Dongsik,” Joowon stutters, moaning. He clenches his thighs and Dongsik groans. “Dongsik-ssi, oh—“
“Hm, fuck,” Dongsik’s thrusts turns erratic, fast yet sloppy. “Like that, darling. I’m so fucking close, Joowon-ah. Shit.”
Joowon whimpers, arching his back as he clenches his thighs around Dongsik’s cock. He focuses on Dongsik before him, the heat of his body seeping through his suit and pressing against Joowon’s legs, the open fly of his pants nudging against his ass, the open collar exposing his throat and fuck—
Dongsik pushes his legs off of his shoulder then, and moves towards Joowon’s face, his knees bracketing his chest. Joowon looks up at him, licking his lips before opening his mouth. He watches Dongsik jerk himself off, his other hand braced on the arm of the couch above Joowon’s head, and Joowon takes in every detail of him: his curls framing his face, his parted lips speaking nothing but Joowon, Joowon, Joowon-ah, his gasps—
“Oh fuck— I’m gonna cum,” Dongsiks groans, and Joowon pulls him closer by the waist, tilting his face up. “I’m gonna— Joowon-ah—“
Warm streaks of cum paint his face, and Joowon closes one eye as it hits him, dribbling down his nose and cheeks, some catching on his mouth. Above him, he sees Dongsik’s lips parted in a groan, eyes barely open and looking at him. Joowon locks eyes with him and swallows the cum in his mouth.
Dongsik moans, nudging the head of his cock on Joowon’s lips. “Good boy.”
Whimpering at the praise, Joowon takes Dongsik’s cock in his mouth again, licking at the remaining cum on the head before sucking it lightly.
“Ah, Han Joowon.” Dongsik pulls back, and Joowon lets him, taking one last look on his face before he closes his eyes.
His body feels light with satisfaction. His mind blissfully blank. Joowon feels the familiar warmth of Dongsik’s hand cradling his cheek and leans into it, humming when he feels the man wiping his cum from Joowon’s face with his fingers. He opens his eyes then and grasps Dongsik’s hand around the wrist, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting the slightly salty cum and licking Dongsik’s hand clean of it.
“What an insatiable prince you are,” says Dongsik. But Joowon feels him shove his fingers deeper into his mouth and hums, eyes opening wider and looking up at him.
Only for you, Joowon wants to say. That, and more. So much more. But Dongsik is looking at him like he knows already, like he knows and— and he—
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Not yet, Joowon wants to say, Stay. But Dongsik is already moving to stand and Joowon closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch him walk away.
He gives himself a minute to put everything back up again, and another to form a plan. He forms a plan while listening to Dongsik in the kitchen, and what must be the bathroom—the sound of water turning on and then off, the soft thuds of his footsteps stopping then resuming again.
He needs to get dressed and walk back to his car. Drive back to Seoul. That’s it. If he starts thinking of everything else then—
“Here, Joowon-ah.”
Joowon opens his eyes and finds Dongsik close to him again. He lets him guide him up to sit, lets him drape his blazer across Joowon’s shoulders before kneeling at his feet, bringing a wet cloth to wipe at the mess of cum and sweat and tears on Joowon’s face.
Joowon takes him in again; the gentle arch of his brows, his lightly pursed lips, the set of his jaw, and the slope of his nose. But he avoids looking at Dongsik’s eyes, suddenly seized by the fear of what he will find there. Or not find in there.
“Do you still keep the bag of spare clothes in your car?” Dongsik asks in a whisper, shifting his ministrations to the mess on Joowon’s thighs.
“Yes.”
“Okay,” Dongsik finishes up then, hurried yet still gentle. Joowon lowers his head, hiding. “Bathroom is on the last door through that hallway. I’ll get your fresh clothes and wash the old ones.”
“Dongsik-ssi—“
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik cuts him off, a hand cradling his cheek again. Joowon resists the touch leading him up, shaking his head. And so when Dongsik nudges his legs open and leans closer instead, Joowon has nowhere to look at but his eyes. “Stay.”
“Stay,” Dongsiks says again. “Here, with me.”
The shower is a little too cold than what Joowon is used to, but it quickly warms up when Dongsik joins him. His worries wash down the drain along with the mess of the night, yet Dongsik’s touches remain soft and light. This way, he finds that he fits perfectly on the crook between Dongsik’s neck and shoulders—not just a perfect place to hide from the world, but also the perfect place to rest.
And in bed, when Dongsik holds him close against his chest, when Dongsik doesn’t say anything when he places a kiss over his heart, Joowon’s heart and mind finally, finally, settles.