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Dongsik has long been accustomed to the deep, resonant timbre of Joowon’s voice.
He recalls the first time he heard Joowon speak as if it was yesterday. The underlying—and somewhat forced, at least to Dongsik’s ears at the time—authoritativeness in the cadence of his voice provided a welcome reprieve from the cacophony of noises and complaints from the ahjummas he’s been dealing with. Others often say that truths are bared from a person’s eyes, but Dongsik has always found more of them buried in Joowon’s tone.
There is a tremble of worry beneath all of Joowon’s accusations boldly thrown at him during those first few weeks; fierceness in his gaze, threats in his hands, but always—always—a certain depth of vulnerability in his voice. It made his taunts somewhat difficult to say, but never let it be said that Dongsik is incapable of doling out his own brand of cruelty.
Then that worry is directed to him. By then, Joowon’s eyes or hands or voice that used to spell things out for Dongsik becomes difficult to read. He has prided himself in his ability to size people up easily and accurately, suppressing any second thoughts or doubts in favor of trusting whatever his instincts are telling him. But his understanding of Joowon’s actions is, by then, clouded by doubt and recklessness and the overwhelming urge to destroy and take, take, take what they all robbed his sister of. Juwon’s logic and motivations escape him, and he’s left listening instead to Joowon’s baritone and wanting him to say more, more, more until Dongsik does not have to think about anything else but his eyes and his hands and his voice.
And then his hands are cradled by Joowon’s, and Dongsik fears that his actions will not let him hear Joowon’s voice again. The handcuff is snapped on his wrists, tenderly so, and Joowon hides his eyes from him and all Dongsik wants to do is look at his face and hear him talk.
Dongsik has long been accustomed to the deep, resonant timbre of Joowon’s voice. But that does not mean its effect on him has stopped. Not even a year apart could make him forget. Resisting is difficult. And when Dongsik decided to wait for Joowon, it only made him crave more.
And Joowon doesn’t disappoint. Where he hesitates to touch, he speaks instead. Always so polite, with his Dongsik-ssi paired with words that make Dongsik laugh or smile or chuckle; even when the words are meant to scold him—those make him smile more, actually, and no amount of teasing from that punk Oh Jihoon could dim it.
It’s common to hear Joowon being polite and calm, authoritative even; Dongsik often hears his concern beneath his annoyance, affection in his exasperated huffs and nagging. 'Lee Dongsik-ssi, you should lessen your intake of raw noodles and instant foods, they’re not good for your health.’ And he must've realized how effective his naggings to Dongsik are when he's touching him too. So Joowon learned to pair his words with gentle hands. His ‘Good morning, Dongsik-ssi’ now comes with arms around Dongsik’s waist. The ‘I’ll see you later’ comes after a kiss. The ‘What do you want to eat?’ with a hand on Dongsik’s arm, or hand, or that one time at the lake house in front of all of their friends, on his thigh.
It makes him wonder, how Joowon would react if—when, Dongsik centers himself—how Joowon would react when he sees that.
A couple of months later, Dongsik got his answer.
They’re in the living room of the Lee residence in Manyang, now renovated and slowly earning back its lively atmosphere. During the day, natural light steadily streams into the rooms of the house, the breeze carrying with it the faint smell of the flowers Dongsik has taken to planting in the garden again, the occasional laughter of children and chatters from the residents passing by flows into the house. Joowon often stays here even before their relationship evolved into something more, one that their friends bragged about seeing coming from miles away.
Still, their relationship has taken a rather slow pace, one that Dongsik wouldn’t have any other way even if it took them a good six weeks to do anything below the waist. He enjoys making out with Joowon on the couch, pressing his body against his even with all the layers of clothing between them. He enjoys it even more when Joowon takes control and sits on his lap, arms wounding around Dongsik’s neck as they kiss.
The television—now brand new, a flat-screen smart TV or whatever that Joowon bought—is playing some rerun of a period drama. But Dongsik’s attention has long been trained on Joowon, and the way the inspector is fidgeting; hand clenching and unclenching, shifting in his seat, one, two, three, four taps of his foot on the floor; all tell-tale signs that something is bothering him—no, Dongsik backtracks, something he thinks is embarrassing is bothering him—and that he is working up the courage to speak.
“Dongsik-ssi.”
“Hm?”
That elicits a frown from Joowon. And Dongsik answers with an amused twitch of lips. “Sorry, Joowon-ah. What was that?”
“I—” A blush creeps from Joowon’s neck to his cheeks, and Dongsik has to stop himself from cooing at the sight. Ah, his Han Joowon still gets so shy. He’d tease him endlessly if it were any other case than the one Dongsik thinks Joowon might be onto about. Instead, he waits for Joowon to say what he knows the inspector has been gearing up to say since two nights ago when they were grinding against each other, cumming in their pants like a couple of teenagers. Dongsik still remembers the disgust in Joowon’s face. To be fair, the feeling after the high had come down was uncomfortable.
“Dongsik-ssi, last time…”
“Yes, Joowon-ah?” He prompts, smiling that shit-eating grin that always gets on Joowon’s nerves.
“Stop it.” Joowon huffs, batting at Dongsik as if to push him away. He puts his hand up to shield his face, and he must’ve felt how hot his cheeks have become judging by the way he frowns at his hand as if it offended him.
Cute.
Dongsik decides to take mercy on his lover, and huh, isn’t that quite a thought… his lover—
“As I was saying, Lee Dongsik-ssi.” There is a determined lilt to his voice now, contrasting beautifully with the reddening of his ears. Dongsik smiles, no longer withholding the full force of his affection reflecting in his eyes. “Two nights ago… on your— is that— I mean,” Joowon fumbles. Not entirely new, but mixed with surprise, fascination—and if Dongsik allows himself to believe, lust. “Is that a piercing?”
Dongsik decides to play some more, truly enjoying the flush creeping up to Joowon’s cheeks, wondering how it looks from where it began... in his chest... his neck.
He turns towards Joowon on the couch, draping an arm lazily over the back, his fingers ghosting the back of Joowon’s neck. “Whatever do you mean, Joowon-ah?”
“Oi, Lee Dongsik-ssi!” Joowon barks, frowning and huffing. Dongsik loves him. “Aish, forget—“
In a flash, he maneuvers Joowon on his back and settles between his legs. The couch fits them better now, Dongsik replaced it after the first month when all they’ve been doing is making out with each other. All the ‘Lee Dongsik-ssi, that couch is not good for your back. You should sleep on a proper bed.’ must’ve gotten to him, even if Dongsik interpreted it as getting a new couch so he could lie better with Joowon in it.
Joowon is looking up at him now, lips parted and eyes a little wide. His hands are on Dongsik’s chest and shoulder, one leg already curled around Dongsik. Dongsik traces his broad shoulders with his gaze, that gray sweater paired with black pants truly looks unbelievably good on him; he could just eat him up.
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik whispers, eyes remaining fixed on Joowon’s face, looking for any signs to back off. Dongsik likes and respects their pace, likes that he can check in with Joowon to know what he is and isn’t comfortable with. Still, Joowon needs a little push sometimes. Dongsik knows. Just like now. But one word, one sign, and he would back off. He knows that too.
He hooks Joowon’s legs on his arms, exposing the younger man to him, and Dongsik delights at the gasp it earns him even if Joowon tries to stifle it by biting his lips. Joowon now has the back of one hand covering his lips, and the other reaching for Dongsik who kisses the palm of it and nuzzles into it.
“Joowon-ah, whatever do you mean earlier, hm?”
“You know what.”
Dongsik smiles, grinding his hips against Joowon’s. Oh, he’s hard now, very much so; Dongsik slows his movement, feeling the same stirrings pool in his gut. He closes his eyes and keeps kissing Joowon’s hand—each finger, his palm, his wrist, his thudding pulse. He feels the way Joowon’s heartbeat skips against his lips, and doesn’t stop himself from smiling.
“Lee Dongsik-ssi.”
That voice has taken the familiar lustful lilt to it, a bit deeper than usual; almost breathless. Still, Joowon hasn’t lost the formality—that endearing formality that he still speaks with—which just won’t do for Dongsik. He wants him writhing and moaning and groaning beneath him, wants him to gasp and stutter Dongsik’s name as he tries to catch his breath, wants him loose and pliant and oh so, so gorgeous with those dark eyes and plush lips. And if Dongsik makes it really, really good, Han Joowon might even cry.
He looms over Joowon now, who moves his hand to Dongsik’s hair and is trying to pull him down for a kiss. Raising his eyebrows, Dongsik smirks and resists the pull. He’ll kiss Han Joowon when Han Joowon manages to say what he wants.
Instead, his gaze flickers to the way their crotches meet, grinding his hips against Joowon’s aborted thrusts. If he moves a little lower, just a tiny bit lower—
A gasp, “Dongsik-ssi.”
“Hm?” Dongsik smiles. Close, so close. “You still haven’t answered my question, Joowon-ah. Whatever do you mean by a piercing, hm?”
Dongsik knows Joowon can feel it, six bumps on otherwise smooth flesh. His pants are thin enough to show the faintest outline of the jewelry Dongsik favors.
It’s not like he’s been shy with it around Joowon. More like he’s been waiting for Joowon to bring it up. Although knowing him, the police inspector in his Han Joowon probably already did extensive research on Dongsik’s piercing and decided that he likes it or they wouldn’t be here on the couch like this.
Slowly, meaningfully, Dongsik moves his hips as if he’s fucking him. He feels Joowon raise his head to watch, feels the sight turning him on with the way his hold on Dongsik’s hair tightens. Dongsik chooses this moment to kiss Joowon’s cheek—tenderly so, almost innocent and in contrast with the way he wants to fuck deep and hard into him. Tracing a line of kisses to his jaw, Dongsik shifts to bite Joowon’s earlobe; hears him gasp in response, his leg moving to pull Dongsik closer to him.
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik says, moving his kisses to Joowon’s neck, resisting the urge to mark the smooth, unblemished skin. He bites at his collarbone and dips his tongue as if in apology on his jugular notch. Feels Joowon swallow before he speaks.
“Dongsik-ssi,” Joowon pulls him off of him by the hair and Dongsik lets him, “When did you get it?”
Humming, Dongsik stops his movements as he considers the question, listening if there is more to it. Dongsik loves that about Joowon too, loves that he can understand more than others normally could.
“The first one I was, maybe eighteen,” Dongsik laughs at the memory, brushing the strands of hair away from Joowon’s forehead with his hand, not even resisting the urge to plant a kiss there before he continues. Joowon turns towards his touch like a sunflower to the sun. “Dad found it hilarious that I couldn’t keep it a secret long enough for it to heal because it hurts so bad,” Dongsik laughs, burying his face in the space between Joowon’s neck and shoulder as they stretch their legs out, then feels Joowon wrap his arms around him as Dongsik settles on top of him. “Mom got mad at me though. Yuyeon was confused but she caught on quickly enough when Mom kept scolding me and giving me those leaves to help it heal better. I tried it once to appease her but it hurt even more, so I just went with what the guy at the parlor said.”
He feels Joowon’s lips twitch where it’s pressed to his forehead, relaxing. “It was supposed to be Jeongje’s little rebellious streak. He and Jihwa were supposed to get a tattoo and me a piercing, but he backed out at the last minute so it was just Jihwa and I; nearly got us banned at the Oh household.”
“But,” Joowon frowns a bit, hand shyly gesturing at the vague direction of Dongsik’s crotch. Oh, Dongsik wants to tease him so badly. “But it wasn’t just one.”
“Yes. The rest I got when I was around thirty-two, maybe thirty-three. First couple of years in the RIU,” Dongsik grins at him, rising from his hold, “I lost a bet and rolled with it. Got it together with my first partner.”
That does it then. Dongsik lets Joowon maneuver them until Joowon is sitting on his lap, one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his neck, his thumb tracing his jaw. Dongsik smiles at him. “It’s not like that. I meant work partner.”
“You used to call them your ‘wife’.”
Dongsik slides his hands from Joowon’s thighs to his hips, “None of them nags like a wife though, unlike you.”
“No.” Joowon huffs, shifting until his ass is sitting on Dongsik’s dick, now very much hard. Dongsik suppresses a groan, blinking up at Joowon instead. Joowon, who is looking like what he’s going to say next is physically embarrassing him; nose scrunching in determination, a little line forming between his brows that Dongsik wants to smooth out with a kiss. “Did you— have you— I mean, Dongsik-ssi…”
“I have been with other people after I had it,” Dongsik answers, thumb rubbing circles on the strip of skin peeking from the raised hem of Joowon’s sweater, “Nothing permanent, some kind of got scared of it actually.”
And with his characteristic determination, Joowon says, “I’m not.”
And as if it bears repeating with Dongsik, Han Joowon says again, “I’m not scared of it. Actually, I…” He takes a deep breath, and Dongsik watches his throat bob as he swallows, feels him shudder on top of him, feels his thighs tighten around him. Their gazes meet, “I want you to fuck me with it.”
“Fuck, Joowon-ah,” Dongsik groans, burying his face on Joowon’s chest. The way Joowon said it sent shivers up his spine, that deep voice asking Dongsik to fuck him, paired with dark eyes boring into Dongsik like he wants to claim him.
Maybe he does. Dongsik has long suspected Joowon to have a possessive streak. Before, it manifested in the way his eyes sometimes flashed when someone got a bit too close or threatened Dongsik. Now, it manifests as the hand on the small of his back, on his thigh, the lingering touch on his shoulder, and the even more apparent lack of space between them.
“Lee Dongsik,” Joowon calls, and Dongsik raises his head to kiss him. Deep and filthy, the kind that leaves both of them breathless; him even more so, as Joowon sneaks a hand between them and inside Dongsik’s pants. The lack of underwear didn’t seem to faze Joowon at all, and Dongsik breaks the kiss to throw his head back on the couch when Joowon traces a thumb along the barbells, thumb lightly catching on one of the balls on the top ladder.
Dongsik shivers when Joowon speaks, can feel his lips move against his neck, breath hot and tingling, “Does it make you more sensitive?” A confirming hum, “It’s called Jacob’s ladder, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you get one here too?” Joowon asks, thumb now moving to the head of Dongsik’s dick, circling where a piercing would be, the pad of his thumb coming off wet with Dongsik’s precum. “I read it’ll feel even better.”
“You certainly did your research, Joowon-ah.” Another moan cuts him off, “I’ll get one there too if you’d like. But these are enough, trust me.”
Joowon raises an eyebrow, a challenge to prove. Dongsik wants to devour him.
The ghost of a familiar cheeky smirk graces Joowon’s lips as Dongsik rises to kiss him, “If you say so, Dongsik-ssi.”
“Aigoo, what a cheeky brat you are, my Han Joowon.”
They make quick work from there, with Dongsik pushing Joowon off of him and kissing him the rest of the way to the bedroom. The television they were supposed to be watching is shut off with one protest from Joowon, and then Dongsik stirring his worry over it with a bite on his neck, lapping at the little marks his teeth left behind, sucking lightly until red blossoms on Joowon’s clear skin. Joowon is a moaning, gasping mess in front of him, pulling and pushing at Dongsik’s clothes, his hand tracing a hot trail up and down his back alternatingly groping Dongsik’s ass and chest.
Not for the first time, Dongsik guides Joowon on the bed; but certainly the first time with the intention of fucking. Joowon looks up at him, lips half-open and eyes dark with lust. If he speaks, Dongsik knows his voice will be deeper than usual, taking a husky, breathless edge that never fails to drag Dongsik in.
“Shirt,” says Joowon, tugging on Dongsik’s top, “Now.”
The demand sends a thrill up his spine, “So demanding, Joowon-ah.”
“Then mine too,” Joowon tugs at his top, and Dongsik watches the rise and fall of his chest before pulling his shirt off. For Joowon though, he takes his time.
He takes the space between Joowon’s legs again, smiles at the way Joowon immediately wraps them around his hips, and pulls him in with it. Dongsik holds himself above Joowon with an arm near his head, one hand squeezing his thigh, thick and strong; Dongsik wants its weight on his shoulders, wants them clenching around his head and neck.
A short whine catches his attention, and Dongsik smiles before kissing Joowon again. Dongsik slows them down with a nip on his lower lip, moves the hand from Joowon’s thigh to cradle his jaw instead, thumb brushing his cheekbone. Joowon opens up to him then, moans so sweetly when Dongsik uses his tongue and drapes his body over his. That was something Dongsik had learned too: how much Joowon likes it when Dongsik covers his body with his and holds him close.
Gently, Dongsik pulls away from Joowon’s lips, trailing kisses to his cheek down to his neck instead. His hands travel up beneath the gray sweatshirt, fingers skimming along Joowon’s flanks and making him giggle a bit, laughter replacing the gasps and moans and just as delightful to Dongsik’s ears.
“Dongsik-ssi,” Joowon calls, his fingers trailing from Dongsik’s pecs to his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. Dongsik kisses him again, then follows his silent commands as they both strip every garment off of their bodies.
And then he is the one on his back on the bed with Joowon on top of him, fingers wrapping around his cock; softly, almost scared if Dongsik didn’t know better. His focus zeroes in on every hitch in Joowon’s breath, the twitch in his dick when his forefinger rubs the balls of the barbells poking out of Dongsik’s piercings, the stutter in his breath as his tongue peeks out of those pink lips as if he wants to—
A groan is coaxed out of him when Joowon’s tongue laps at the length of his cock, circling the head before moving down the rows of piercing; the tip of his tongue slipping between each knob and sending shocks of pleasure through Dongsik’s body.
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik moans again, fingers brushing through the thick dark locks as Joowon sucks lightly on the head. Dongsik watches him swallow his precum, watches as he tries to take in more and more of Dongsik’s dick in his mouth, teeth catching on one knob of his piercing that makes Dongsik hiss at the combination of pleasure and pain. He wonders, then, where Joowon learned how to do this. No, more importantly, how Han Joowon—the same Han Joowon who wouldn’t dare touch anything he deems dirty—would willingly go down on someone.
He watches Joowon make his way down his shaft, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, the tip of his tongue teasing more precum at the slit and moaning loudly as it drips on his tongue as if— fuck— as if—
Dongsik pulls him off of him by the hair, gripping the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming. Joowon is whining against him, pink lips shining with a mix of saliva and Dongsik’s precum, blush staining his cheeks and so, so, beautiful, with those dark eyes now darker with arousal.
”Do I taste good, Joowon-ah?”
Another whine, big hands grasping at the top of his thighs as Joowon tries to move away from Dongsik’s grip on his hair. “I don’t know, Dongsik-ssi. Why don’t you let me wrap my lips around you and find out?”
The words were said so grumpily and in that typical Han Joowon tone that it startles a laugh out of Dongsik, “Aish, and they say Han Joowon doesn’t know how romance.”
”Who—“
Dongsik cuts him off with a kiss on those pretty lips, shoving his tongue inside when Joowon gasps and scrambles to push himself up with a hand on Dongsik’s chest. He pulls away just as quickly.
”Go on then, Joowon-ah. Swallow it all down— fuck, yes— like that, jagiya. You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Joowon groans around his cock, eyes closing. It’s good, too good; wet and sloppy, exactly how he likes it. And Joowon is moaning around his cock like he enjoys having it in his mouth, stretching his lips around the girth and running his tongue on the underside, hand pumping where his mouth couldn’t reach.
He lets out soft, approving hums that Dongsik wonders if he’s even aware of making as he purses his lips against the tip, suckling on the head. The wet, slurping sounds of Joowon’s mouth as he takes him deeper rings in his ears, and Dongsik has to grip the sheets with both hands to stop himself from thrusting. Pleasure lances through him in constant waves, making his toes curl, and igniting a familiar burn in his gut. Fuck. He watches Joowon’s lips—previously red from his kisses, now redder from straining around his cock—suck at each knob of the piercing lining the underside of his cock and fucking trembles at the sight. Dongsik moans, throws his head back at the electrifying pleasure and wraps a hand around his cock to stop himself from cumming.
“Dongsik,” Joowon whines, pulling at Dongsik’s wrist. Dongsik looks at him, “I want more, Dongsik-ssi. Let me.”
Fuck, but Joowon looks so wrecked already. Spit-stained lips, eyes wet with unshed tears, his cheeks red, and his hair tousled from all of Dongsik’s pulling. He licks his lips and looks from Dongsik’s face to his cock, and Dongsik finally notices the hand Joowon has between his thighs.
“Are you gonna cum from sucking me off, Han Joowon?”
Another whine, tongue peeking out to catch the precum on Dongsik’s cock, and moaning at the taste of it, eyes fluttering closed like he’s tasted nothing better. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this, Joowon-ah.”
Those dark eyes bore into him, then; fierce and demanding, pupils blown wide with lust. “Give it to me, then. I can take it. I like it, Dongsik-ssi.”
“Yeah?” Dongsik huffs a laugh. He should’ve known that hearing lust in Joowon’s voice could be enough to make him cum, and staves off another orgasm by sitting up and pulling Joowon above him. Dongsik wraps a hand around Joowon’s wrist to stop the younger man from jerking off. “You like sucking cock, Joowon-ah?”
“Only yours,” Joowon says, nodding and unaware of how his admission nearly made Dongsik cum again. What a cheeky thing to say, Dongsik thinks, burying his face on Joowon’s neck and placing a gentle kiss on his pulse before biting at it. “Only yours, Lee Dongsik-ssi.” What a remarkably Han Joowon thing to say.
Han Joowon squirms on his lap until his cock lines up with Dongsik’s, and begins grinding against it. Dongsik lets him, lets Joowon place both of his hands on Dongsik’s shoulders as he presses closer to rub their cocks on each other and their abdomens, lets him feel each ridge of the piercings he seems to like so much until he’s close to cumming—shaking, hiding his face on Dongsik’s neck and mouthing at the tender skin, his thighs clenching around Dongsik, nails digging on Dongsik’s back—then pulls him off of him.
A sound much like a sob is ripped from Joowon, and Dongsik looks up at his lover and sees him biting at his lower lip, blinking back tears. “Dongsik! I’m close, so close—” Joowon whines again, fist grabbing and pulling at the hair on the back of Dongsik’s head and making the older man grunt at the pain.
“Lee Dongsik!”
“Not yet, Han Joowon.” Dongsik flips them, lying Joowon back on the bed, and kisses him again; hot and hungry. Dongsik swallows his frustrated cries and slows them down because damn it Dongsik will take his first time with Joowon—languid and perfect, befitting of his prince. He’d take his time tasting himself on Joowon’s tongue. He’d take his time making his Han Joowon drown in pleasure that he can’t decide whether he’d want Dongsik close or away from him, and that is when Dongsik will let him cum.
One hand drifts down, fingertips ghosting over a nipple until it stiffens; Dongsik pinches it between his thumb and forefinger then, enjoying the way it makes Joowon gasp and slack off in his kissing. Dongsik breaks the kiss as Joowon arches towards him, looks down to meet Joowon’s dazed stare for a second before shifting to nip at his ear—a playful bite, hot breaths raising goosebumps on Joowon’s skin and eliciting a deep moan that Dongsik can feel rumbling in the chest pressed against his.
God, Joowon is so beautiful. Dongsik loves kissing those cheeks, a little round and full now than when he first came to Manyang—a sign that he’s been eating well. The bags under his eyes are no longer as dark and prominent unless he pulls an all-nighter at the station or when he misses going home for some stake-out; instead, his eyes now easily curve into half-moons when he smiles, momentarily hiding those black pools like the night sky Dongsik likes to peer into so much. Unable to resist it, Dongsik presses a chaste kiss on Joowon’s cheek, then his lips too when Joowon turns to him.
He continues the path down, replacing the fingers on his nipple with his mouth, while the other he gropes with his hand and hears another deep moan from Joowon, hips bucking against Dongsik and making him groan at the wetness of his cock against his torso. Dongsik loves it when he’s like this—vocal and loud; the opposite of how he usually is and just for Lee Dongsik.
Gently at first, Dongsik sucks on the nub, flicking his tongue at it until Joowon keens against him, back arching and pressing for more. “Dongsik-ssi, Dongsik,” Joowon gasps, one hand gripping Dongsik’s biceps and the other digging onto his back, blunt nails denting crescents and streaks of red where they scratch and scramble for purchase, confused whether to hold close or push away.
“So sensitive, Joowon-ah,” Dongsik says, his own voice dropping low and turning heated. “You like it rough, don’t you?” A grunt in reply as Dongsik bites on a nipple before sucking on it again. “What if I make you cum just from this, hm? Joowon-ah, look at me.”
Knowing he would, Dongsik shifts his attention to Joowon’s other nipple, running the flat of his tongue on it before biting— “Fuck, Dongsik.” Dongsik grins, there we go. He had wondered whether Joowon would lose it enough to speak in English, and the feeling of being right is second only to the satisfaction of feeling Joowon’s dick twitch against his.
Joowon's voice is deeper when speaking English, Dongsik notes. Or perhaps he's too aroused. He needs more data then, he decides, grinning.
He continues his ministrations—alternating between each pec, marking his way up Joowon’s neck, then kissing him again. He keeps at it until Joowon is almost sobbing beneath him, rubbing his dick against Dongsik’s stomach, “Feels good. ‘s too much, Dongsik, fuck.”
Dongsik hums and kisses him again; hard and deep, coaxing Joowon’s tongue to play with his and leaving the inspector panting. Fuck, all those makeout sessions with Joowon really made Dongsik like kissing. Kissing Joowon specifically. Those dark eyes flutter open when they part and follow Dongsik as he shifts on top of him; kissing and biting at his stomach, leaving marks until he reaches Joowon’s dripping cock.
“Dongsik,” Joowon whispers, pulling at Dongsik’s hair.
“I got you, Joowon-ah,” says Dongsik, hooking one of Joowon’s legs on his shoulder, while the other he holds down. Joowon opens up so prettily to him. He plants soft kisses on Joowon’s inner thigh, not quite leaving a mark just yet, and then looks up at him. “Do you want me to stop? I will, if you tell me to.”
“No! No, no, I trust you. I want you, Dongsik.”
Dongsik smiles and presses another kiss, on Joowon’s knee this time. “I want you too, Joowon-ah.” Then he moves closer to where he knows Joowon is anticipating him to be, leaving a trail of bites and marks in his wake. It’s a wonder Joowon is not yet reprimanding him for it, and Dongsik isn’t usually a biter, anyway. Huh, probably only with his Han Joowon then.
He lets his breath ghost over Joowon’s cock and feels his arousal rise even more at the twitch it gives as if enticing Dongsik to work on it already. He places one last kiss on Joowon’s thigh before taking his dick in his mouth, tongue swirling around the tip. He watches Joowon bite at his lips to muffle his moans and gives a disapproving grunt before taking him deeper, hands moving to Joowon’s hips to halt his thrusts.
Dongsik sets a languid pace at first, enjoying the girth and heaviness of Joowon’s cock in his mouth. Each suck ends with his tongue teasing the tip, and Dongsik is rewarded with precum and a deep, appreciative moan. Above him, Joowon is writhing on the bed, near incoherent words slipping between his cries, hands scrambling on the sheets until one of them finds its way to Dongsik’s hand and holds them.
“Fuck, Dongsik,” Dongsik pulls off of him then, shifting his attention to his balls instead, “Your mouth feels so good. Keep going just like that— ah—” Their gazes meet and Dongsik uses the tip of his tongue to tease the glans on the head, knowing the corners of his lips are curving into a smile at the absolutely wrecked look Joowon is giving him; cheeks flushed, gasping and moaning, eyes wet with tears he refuses to shed.
Dongsik swallows him down again, bobbing his head up and down in earnest. He feels his arousal rise along with Joowon’s, feels the heat across his body as Joowon moans louder and louder. Their gazes meet again, and Dongsik lets go of his hip, letting Joowon thrust into his mouth and sneaks a hand up to grope and squeeze his chest, pinching and twisting a nipple; mixing pain and pleasure that he knows Joowon likes. Dongsik closes his eyes, senses filled up with Joowon’s scent, Joowon’s taste, Joowon’s touch. He groans at the feeling of Joowon’s short, quick thrusts in his mouth, his own hips bucking against the sheets when Joowon cards his fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly.
“Fuck, fuck, I think I’m gonna— Dongsik— shit, fuck—“
Joowon’s thighs clench around his neck, heels digging on his back, and fuck, Dongsik feels like cumming too with the way Joowon is moaning so unabashedly as he chases his orgasm in Dongsik’s mouth. Hot, he looks so fucking hot with his arched back, head tilted to the side to look at Dongsik before the pleasure gets too much that he has to close his eyes and throw his head back to the pillow, his throat exposed, shoulders shaking. Dongsik wants to see him come undone again and again—with his mouth, his hands, his cock. Wants him spent and panting with pleasure that Dongsik gives him.
His other hand finds Joowon’s before Dongsik sucks on the length in his mouth, going deeper and swallowing—
“Dongsik-ssi!”
Hot cum fills his mouth and Dongsik swallows it down, feeling some of it escape past his lips as he continues bobbing his head up and down. Joowon is still holding him by the hair and Dongsik relishes his tight grip, his thighs around his neck and head, thrusting his cock in his mouth as he keeps cumming and cumming. Han Joowon’s moans echo in the bedroom, and Dongsik hears his name between each of them, repeated almost in a chant until it turns into a whine. But he doesn’t pull Dongsik off of him, carding his fingers gently through his hair instead, and Dongsik feels fondness—like the warm rays of the sun on a good day—flood his senses before he lets up, licking Joowon clean.
Gently, Dongsik moves Joowon’s legs off of his shoulders and onto the bed, smiles at the gentle tremors of pleasure dancing on his inner thighs, and kisses them both before sitting up. His own arousal is a persistent current in his gut, and Dongsik relieves some of it by jerking his cock, kneeling between Joowon’s legs that the inspector spreads even wider for him. Dongsik feasts at the sight; marks littering the smooth skin of Joowon’s thighs, the softening dick that stubbornly gives a twitch, the trimmed hair in his groin, that toned stomach, thick arms laying on his side before one reaches for Dongsik.
“Come here, Dongsik-ssi.” Joowon commands, and Dongsik moves his gaze to his chest—messy with red marks and bites from earlier, nipples probably just as sensitive.
A voice that sounds surprisingly like Joowon reprimands him in his head as his stare reaches Joowon’s neck. Those marks are definitely higher than the collar of his police uniform. But a more primal voice purrs louder in satisfaction at the marks. They do make quite a possessive pair.
Dongsik wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand before holding himself up by the headboard; still fully aware that Joowon might not want to kiss him after cumming in his mouth. But Joowon pulls him close by the back of his neck and who is Dongsik not to surrender under his touch? Dongsik, whose fist is pumping faster now, eyes closing in pleasure as Joowon brushes his hair back with a gentle hand and kisses his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks, full lips brushing against his in a ghost of a kiss and fuck, he was only supposed to take the edge off but—
“Don’t cum yet, hyung. I want you to cum inside me tonight.”
“Fuck, Joowon-ah,” Dongsik buries his face on Joowon’s neck but follows his instructions. Staves off his orgasm with a hand on the base of his dick and muffles his groans by biting Joowon’s shoulders. He feels his entire body quaking and Dongsik feels weak at the pleasure lingering at his edges as he forces his body to hold back.
Every sinew in his body feels wound tight and Dongsik can only shiver and follow the rhythm sung to him by Joowon. One that ebbs and flows, lapping at his senses and reminding him of its presence.
When the moment subsides, Dongsik finds himself chuckling, little huffs of laughter that have Joowon pushing him up and off of him. Dongsik grins down at him.
“What’s funny?”
Dongsik hums. His body is still tingling, but his orgasm is now but a mere undercurrent outshined by the lightness in him. “Joowon-ah,” he begins, tone serious but light enough to be teasing too.
“Joowon-ah, did you just call me ‘hyung’?” Joowon flushes an endearing red, and Dongsik leans down to kiss his cheeks, “Ah, but it sounds really good coming off of my prince’s lips.”
“Shut up,” says Joowon, his hands coming up again on Dongsik’s hair. The older man sighs at the touch, “You like it.”
“I do,” nodding, Dongsik realizes how he pretty much has Joowon folded in half. Dongsik looks at him and Joowon merely raises his brows; aigoo, he wants to kiss that smug look off of his face, wants to see those features twist in pleasure again. Dongsik is already leaning down before he remembers.
He makes to pull away but Joowon stops him with his legs, heels resting on the small of Dongsik’s back, one hand curled on the back of his neck and the other on his arm. “Hyung, where are you going? Kiss me already. Then hurry up and fuck me.”
“Joowon-ah,” Dongsik hesitates, gently easing Joowon’s legs from him so he can stretch them; a flicker of worry crosses Joowon’s features, and Dongsik hurries to soothe it by running a hand up and down his thigh. Aigoo, Joowon-ah is so cute. “I was just worried you might not want to kiss me after all that. It might not be sanitary—“
“I don’t care.”
“Are you sure?” Dongsik sees a flash of hesitation on that handsome face before Joowon nods; determined.
“Keep this up and I will do all kinds of dirty things to you,” Dongsik gently rubs his nose against Joowon’s, grinning. “My Joowonie.”
“Hyung.”
Dongsik kisses him then, groans in relief at the feel of Joowon’s tongue in his mouth—like he’s chasing the taste of his cum. They kiss like that for a while, deep and needy, with Dongsik biting and sucking at Joowon’s lower lip until Joowon does the same thing to him. Dongsik chuckles before pulling away.
He sits back on his heel, runs his fingers through his hair and brushes them back away from his forehead.
“Face down, ass up, Joowon-ah. I want to eat you.”
And just like that, Joowon reddens again. Dongsik patiently watches as a blush creeps from his chest to his neck and then to his cheeks; watches as Joowon tries to cover his face with the back of his hand and arm but can’t resist peering at Dongsik like he’s checking if the older man is being serious. Warm affection rushes through Dongsik, and his hand twitches at his side, wanting to reach out.
He feels the heavy weight of the trust Joowon gives him even more in times like this. While the mundane everyday things they do—making sure each other is eating well, sleeping well, and in Joowon’s case, not overworking himself—occur easily for Dongsik, sex has always felt different.
Lee Dongsik knows sex is a messy, messy affair. More than that, the surrendering that often comes with it is what Dongsik ponders upon the most when it comes to Joowon.
Will Han Joowon let himself be perceived, so much so that he will allow himself to lose control and let go? Will Han Joowon enjoy the intimacy, the touches that Dongsik knows he does not let just anyone do to him? Will he receive such touches well, when they come from Lee Dongsik?
Will he let Lee Dongsik take him? Lee Dongsik who is used to sharing and doling out kindness to just about anyone, but is afraid of taking for himself because he knows all too well that he might not let go—not after everything?
Will Han Joowon stay?
Dongsik does not know how much to take, can only know that giving has never been a problem for him, especially so with Han Joowon. With Han Joowon, he will give anything and everything. With Han Joowon, he might take anything and keep everything; might just keep him.
With a shy, almost furtive nod, Joowon follows his instructions and Dongsik groans at the sight. Immediately, he covers Joowon’s body with his, pressing on his back with his chest and grinding his cock teasingly on Joowon’s ass. He’s rewarded with a moan, and Joowon reaches back to pull him closer by his thigh, thumb gently rubbing the scar of the bullet wound that is thankfully not acting up. And if he focuses hard enough, Dongsik thinks he can feel Joowon’s touch on the otherwise numb skin.
Dongsik kisses him on the cheek again, licks at the line of his jaw up to the shell of his ear. Joowon opens up to him, leaning his head to the side and Dongsik obeys the silent command to kiss his neck; wet, open-mouthed kisses that leave Joowon panting and moaning softly against the pillows.
“How lucky I am,” Dongsik murmurs as he kisses his shoulders. He licks the sweat at the back of Joowon’s neck, feels the inspector shiver against him, and starts a path of warm, firm kisses down the length of his spine. “So lucky, Jowoon-ah.”
As someone who has only known the feeling of being drunk, Dongsik wonders if this is what being drunk in love that those in the RIU liked to brag so much about feels like. For so long, Dongsik did not let himself feel love—or at least, fooled himself enough to not label any romantic affections as love. Love has never been a fickle thing for Lee Dongsik. It is consistent and difficult to reign in, to control. The quaint, little town of Manyang knows that you could do and say just about anything to Lee Dongsik and he would have near infinite patience to tolerate it. But touch or look at those that he loves the wrong way, and he’ll maim before those people even realize what is happening.
Lee Dongsik’s love has always been warm and present, but it is difficult to reign in and control. He can be difficult to reign in and control.
What could easily be said, he’d rather go the roundabout way. The games, the metaphors. The smallest change in his gaze, and the slightest shifts in his smile that clouds what he truly means. He dances around his emotions like a highly coordinated waltz of four left feet. What could be a simple thing to others, becomes a little bit complicated to him.
And he knows. He knows that when he loves, he loves whole and intensely. It is both his greatest and worst trait. His father used to find it amusing and told him it’s a good thing to love and to keep it up. His mother worries about him. Yuyeon-ah used to do the same.
It was like that even after what happened some twenty-odd years ago. He loved intensely, dedicated himself a little too much, and barely left crumbs for himself.
But it doesn’t have to be. Not anymore. With Han Joowon, he’s starting to realize that loving doesn’t have to be difficult. It comes easily—a little too easily in fact. Loving too much doesn’t have to be a bad thing when Han Joowon bares himself and tells Dongsik that he loves too much too.
When his kisses reach the small of Joowon’s back, he looks up at Joowon to see if he’s comfortable. Their gazes meet over the shoulder of the younger man, and Dongsik slows his movement; deliberately, leaving enough room for Joowon to stop him.
But Joowon only presses against him, arching his back and moaning when Dongsik splays his hands on his ass, kneading the thick flesh and spreading them apart.
“Hyung,” Joowon’s voice sounded so soft, despite the deep timbre, “Hyung, don’t tease.”
And just like that, all thoughts of teasing flew from Dongsik’s head. He flattens his tongue against Joowon’s hole and feels him twitch against him, hearing a hitched groan as he laps at it. Groaning at the feeling of the fluttering hole in his mouth, Dongsik grabs Joowon’s ass with both hands and spreads him wider; feels his own cock twitch against his thigh as Joowon trembles and presses back into him.
Circling his tongue around the rim, Dongsik catches Joowon’s seeking hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb as Joowon whimpers above him, using their hold to pull Dongsik closer; asking for more. Dongsik obliges, spearing his tongue until it slips inside Joowon, moans at the clenching around him and Joowon using his own hand to spread himself wider.
He had worried that Joowon would find this too uncomfortable, would find sex to be not worth the mess. But, fuck— the sight of Joowon’s back curving as he presents himself, the fingers of his hand brushing Dongsik’s cheek as he opens himself up and Dongsik presses his face closer, the other hand grasping Dongsik’s and urging him for more—
It’s good, too good. And Dongsik loses himself in the act, spit dribbling to his chin as he all but fucks Joowon with his tongue; alternating between dipping inside and circling and sucking the rim.
“Dongsik,” Joowon gasps, his voice shaking, “Dongsik-ssi.”
Saliva drips from Dongsik’s mouth as he lets up with his ministrations. Moving his tongue up and down the cleft instead, thumb massaging at Joowon’s perineum until Joowon is bucking against him and Dongsik licks a hot stripe up and down to his hole before plunging his tongue in again, sneaking the tip of a finger along with it and feeling no resistance.
Dongsik sucks at the rim before pulling back to stare at the way Joowon’s hole is sucking his finger in. He huffs a fond laugh at the sight. Fuck.
”Look at you, Joowon-ah,” He squeezes Joowon’s hand in his, “You take a finger so well, I bet you’d take my cock even better, hm?” Dongsik leans down, pressing a kiss at the small of Joowon’s back, dipping his tongue at the two dimples on the top of his ass, before speaking again, “My prince is such a good boy.”
“Shut up— hyung, Dongsik—“
”Yes, Joowon-ah?” Dongsik sits up then, rubs his dick against Joowon’s thigh, and earns more of his attention as the piercings graze his sensitive skin. Their gazes meet as Dongsik reaches for the lube on the nightstand and the younger man opens his eyes to follow his movements.
And then Joowon is reaching out to him, brushing his hair back before wiping his chin. “Ah, you know me, Joowon-ah. I’m a messy eater.”
Joowon scrunches his nose, then physically shuts Dongsik up with the hand on his face and pushes him away. How charming, Dongsik thinks, laughing a little before placing a kiss on Joowon’s nape.
He pours the lube into his hand before pushing a finger inside of Joowon, “Relax, Joowon-ah. I’ve got you.” Dongsik places a gentle kiss on the space between his shoulders, the sharp angle of his jaw, kisses the shell of his ear before flicking his tongue on the lobe; waiting for Joowon to relax.
When he does, Dongsik pumps his finger in and out of him, groaning at the wet glide and Joowon clenching around him. He shifts closer, peppering kisses on his back and murmuring praises as he adds another finger; gently spreading them and pressing back deeper whenever Joowon arches against him.
“So hot like this, Joowon-ah, so fucking pretty,” Dongsik sits up, stares at his fingers going in and out of Joowon’s ass, three now and pumping faster, matching the rhythm of Joowon’s moans and whimpers, “Look at you, you’re sucking my fingers right in. Greedy little thing you are.”
Joowon peers at him over his shoulder, lips parted, and Dongsik is immediately leaning down closer to him, gaze darting at Joowon’s eyes then to lips, “What do you need, Joowon-ah? Tell me. Like this, hm?”
Dongsik fucks him faster now, the wet squelching sounds growing louder and louder. And Joowon only nods, writhing and shoving his ass back to meet Dongsik’s fingers. Strands of hair are plastered to his forehead, and Dongsik resists the urge to brush them back and kiss him in favor of hitting that spot that makes Joowon moan the loudest.
“Don’t stop— feels good, fuck— right there!” says Joowon, and Dongsik savors each word; sending a small thanks to that time he learned English thinking it would make him sing better. “Again, again, do it more, hyung.”
And then Dongsik pulls off, ripping a sob from Joowon. Dongsik shushes him, kissing his arm and shoulder as he turns him around, dips his tongue between his collarbone as Joowon wraps his arms around him, legs splayed open.
“Feels so empty, hyung,” Joowon whines, raising a leg as if to show Dongsik what he means. “Dongsik-ssi.”
Dongsik curses, his heart thudding in his chest as he reaches for a condom on the nightstand. He has reached for one until the world tilts and Dongsik finds himself on his back with Joowon on top of him. He shudders at the drip of lube from his lover’s ass to his cock, and stares at it, fuck—
“What are you doing, Dongsik-ssi?”
Joowon’s voice is a rumbling assault on his ears—deep and sure, gravelly with lust. “Didn’t I say…” Dongsik gasps as Joowon bites at his lower lip, and tugs at it before sucking it. “Didn’t I say that I want you to cum inside me?”
Dongsik trembles beneath him, feels his heartbeat pick up speed, and wonders if Joowon can feel it beneath his palm. He thinks he could cum just from this alone: Joowon’s ass brushing against his cock, his weight on top of him, and that voice whispering the sweetest, filthiest shit Joowon would blush fiercely just thinking about in broad daylight.
“Are you sure? We are clean, I know. But are you sure?” Dongsik grins, raising his eyebrows and leaning up to ghost his lips near Joowon’s. The younger man follows him as he lies back down to the bed.
“It’d be messy… and wet…” Dongsik licks his lips, then smirks when he sees Joowon’s gaze dart from his eyes to his mouth. “You’d feel each piercing along your walls, feel how hot and heavy I’d feel inside you.” Dimly, he wonders if this is affecting Joowon’s mysophobia, but Joowon only grinds his ass against Dongsik, movements slow and deliberate as he rubs his perineum on the underside of Dongsik’s cock, the head bumping against his balls.
“Tell me,” Joowon gasps, one hand still lying over Dongsik’s heart while the other grasps at his jaw, his thumb placed over Dongsik’s lower lip.
Dongsik hums, kissing the pad of his thumb before sucking it. He holds Joowon’s hips with both hands and moves him on top of him, feeling the wet glide of lube leaking from his hole along his cock, “I’d reach deep inside, maybe one of the piercings you like so much will graze over that spot that makes you moan so loud, and you’ll clench around me—tightly, just like earlier with my fingers.”
“Your cum… hyung,” Joowon’s eyes are turning the most delicious shade of desperate as their gazes meet, “I want it.”
“You tell me how, Joowon-ah. Do you want me to pump you full of cum,” Dongsik places a tender kiss on the corner of his lips, hands stilling Joowon on top of him. “Or do you want to ride me and take all that you want?”
Above him, Joowon shivers, stifling his moans by kissing him. Dongsik indulges him then, opens his mouth for him, nips at his lower lip, and sucks at his tongue until Joowon pulls back.
“Like this first, hyung. I want to look at you,” says Joowon, straddling his hips and planting a hand on Dongsik’s chest. “And I want you to watch me take your cock for the first time.”
Fuck. “Okay, okay. I will.” Dongsik agrees, breathless. “You have me. Anything you want, Joowon-ah.” He holds the hand Joowon has on his chest, while he uses the other to steady him. Returning the small smile Joowon gives him.
Heart hammering in his chest, he moans—a low sound from the back of his throat that makes Joowon look at him—as Joowon applies lube to his cock. Dongsik feels light and soft. Feel like he’d burst—from pleasure, from the affection flooding his chest—when Joowon lowers himself down his cock, handsome features twisting in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Like Joowon wanted, he watches his cock disappear inside him, the wet sound of lube making the sight even more lewd. Gaze darting between the mesmerizing sight to Joowon’s dark eyes that are fighting to stay open, mouth parted at the feeling of Dongsik’s cock inside him. Dongsik wonders if this will turn Joowon on even more too. Would he like what Dongsik is seeing? Would he watch himself in a mirror getting fucked, see through his own half-lidded eyes how pretty he looks with a cock on his ass?
Dongsik shudders at the thought. For later, much later.
”That’s it, jagiya, nice and slow.” Dongsik mumbles, feeling like his thoughts are screeching to a halt. It’s hot. So hot and tight inside Joowon who is clenching around him even as he goes down—counterproductive but so, so fucking hot. And his gaze too—heated and burning, as he takes in every expression crossing Dongsik’s face. “So fucking hot, Joowon-ah. You feel so fucking good.”
Joowon’s moans fill the room, breaking only with gasps of Dongsik’s name. He bucks his hips once when he’s taken all of Dongsik in, whimpering, eyes fluttering closed. Dongsik thinks he hears a whisper of Dongsik-hyung as Joowon all but collapses on top of him, ass sitting flushed on his crotch, thighs trembling on his sides.
Dongsik reigns in the urge to thrust into the near-overwhelming tightness around him and runs a hand up and down Joowon’s back instead. His touches meander to the curve of Joowon’s ass, his hips, his flanks… until one reaches his nape and turns Joowon up towards him where he kisses those pair of plush lips. He gets carried away easily then, especially so by Joowon making such sweet noises against his lips, hand moving to hold Dongsik’s face.
When Joowon breaks the kiss, Dongsik moves his lips to place wet kisses on his neck instead, sucking little marks and biting. And then Joowon is sitting up, panting a little and shuddering. Dongsik groans as he watches him, feels his cock slide deeper into Joowon as he begins to move—slowly, circling his hips as if getting used to the girth of Dongsik’s cock.
And then Joowon is bouncing on his cock, quick and eager, moaning with his head thrown back. Dongsik watches him, enraptured by the sight. Joowon’s neck and chest are littered with marks from his mouth, his thick thighs cage Dongsik in by his flanks, his arms flexing as he balances himself by holding onto Dongsik’s chest. Pleasure courses through him, and Dongsik can feel his toes curling, groans punch out of him every time Joowon goes down on his cock.
“Tell me, jagiya, does it feel good, hm?” Dongsik runs a hand from his thigh to his chest; his hand wraps loosely around Joowon’s neck, and he feels him shudder at the touch, his pulse quickening even more beneath his thumb. Later, later. Dongsik files the information away. Later.
“You like my cock?” A nod, followed by a whine as their gazes meet. “You bounce so prettily on top of me, Joowon-ah, so fucking hot.”
“Dongsik-ssi!” His hands curl on Dongsik’s chest, scratching down as he jolts when he drops down at a certain angle and Dongsik knows he must be feeling the piercings nudge at his prostate then—each time he goes up and down. His thighs are quivering, and Dongsik feels himself grin as Joowon loses himself in pleasure.
“Feels so fucking good— ah, shit— fuck— fuck, don't want to stop,” Joowon says above him, voice ragged and breathy, “More, Dongsik-ssi, give me— give it to me.”
His gaze darts again to their hips, watching his cock disappear inside Joowon’s body and where Joowon’s cock is bouncing as he moves. Dongsik’s hold on his hips tightens, then. Distantly, he wonders if Joowon is aware of how he’s mixing his languages up—even the occasional Japanese curse slipping in.
Dongsik wonders if he can make him beg, then. His Han Joowon, already so fucking pretty with his flushed cheeks and red lips and teary eyes, hair mussed, and skin decorated with Dongsik’s marks. He feels himself getting close to cumming at the thought.
And then Dongsik is moving. He holds Joowon’s hands in his and shifts them on either side of his head, bringing their bodies closer. Immediately, Joowon is hiding his face on his neck, muffling his noises but still letting Dongsik hear so clearly how he wants him to “Give it to me harder, Dongsik-ssi— I want it deeper, fuck— oh shit, I can feel it right there, right there, right there—“
Joowon is still riding him, hips working until Dongsik stills him by hugging him close. Joowon feels warm like this—heavy and solid on top of him, squirming as he chases his pleasure. Dongsik pounds into him then, plants his feet flat on the bed as he fucks up into that tight ass, eliciting a deep moan from both of them. Joowon is pulling at his hair, his other hand sneaking under Dongsik’s arm and holding onto him by his shoulder.
The hold Joowon has on him lets him set a better pace, fucking quick and steady, barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth but so, so aware of Joowon’s commands. Each ‘slow down, hyung, go deeper’ and ‘harder, please. Please fuck me harder, hyung' and 'fuck, like that, like that feels so fucking good’ dictate Dongsik’s thrusts and he is left shuddering with his own pleasure at each snap of his hips—toes curling, the familiar heat coiling in his gut and threatening to overwhelm him in waves—rising, and rising, and rising.
But Joowon is getting there first. Dongsik can see it, hear it, and feel it in him. Joowon’s voice is a little high and frantic now, and he is scrabbling with his hold on Dongsik, meeting his thrusts with his own.
Dongsik hears a sob and almost stops. But Joowon’s words reel him in, breaking through the moans and whimpers. A sweet, sweet “Please, please, hyung, I’m so close. Your cock feels so good inside me, please. Please, I want to cum.”
“You’re gonna cum just with my cock, aren’t you, Joowon-ah?" Dongsik groans, his grip on Joowon's hips tightening just a fraction, might even be enough to leave a bruise. "Just with me fucking you? What a fucking cockslut you are. That’s it, jagiya, cum for me.”
And then Joowon is cumming on top of him with a groan of Dongsik’s name. He’s shaking, his hold on Dongsik tightening, and his ass clenching as Dongsik fucks him through his orgasm, feels Joowon pulsing around his cock as his orgasm ripples through him. Dongsik fucks him hard and deep like he wants until he’s whimpering and biting at Dongsik’s neck, his cum pooling on their stomachs; wet and warm. There’s so much of it, and Dongsik licks his lips, wanting to taste it again.
”Good boy, Joowon-ah. I’m so fucking close too,” Dongsik groans, hugging Joowon even tighter to him. One of his hands moves to squeeze Joowon’s ass, thrusts turning erratic and losing rhythm. “Tell me, tell me—“
”Inside,” Joowon gasps against his cheek. The heat building in his abdomen is distracting with how good it feels, but Dongsik can feel the words more than he can hear them, “Cum inside me, Dongsik-hyung.”
And then he’s pulling Joowon to him harder as he thrust up, burying himself inside as everything dissolves into pleasure, drowning him in shockwaves across his body and leaving his vision black until all he could focus on is Joowon cupping his cheek and pulling him close to kiss his jaw; the slick, squelching noises as Joowon rides him again, milking him of his cum and heightening the pleasure even more—until Dongsik thinks he can no longer move, whining and turning his head to catch Joowon’s lips in a kiss.
They come down slowly then. Languidly. Dongsik’s hands are back to meandering across Joowon’s body, touching and touching and touching while Joowon kisses him—almost too chastely after what they just did. Dongsik lets him. Basks in the gentleness and the sheer quietness of everything, the thoughts halted until all there is is Joowon’s lips on his, Joowon’s back beneath his palm, his hips, his thighs, Joowon’s chest pressing against his, Joowon’s hair tickling his temple as their kisses turn deeper again, Joowon’s ass clenching around his softening cock like he wants to keep him inside.
Eventually, they part. Dongsik blearily blinks up at Joowon, closing his eyes and then opening them again to clear his vision. He smiles when he sees Joowon looking down at him. “Hello, young master.”
The corners of Joowon’s lips curve into an almost smile, and Dongsik keeps his gaze on them until they turn into a full one. “There we go. Hi, Joowon-ah.”
”Hello, Dongsik-ssi.”
Dongsik giggles at Joowon following the silly little greeting, feeling light and warm. His heart feels so light and yet so close to bursting that all he can do is hug Joowon close to him again.
And the young master lets him. They bask in each other for a beat, and then another. Dongsik closes his eyes again, running a hand gently up and down Joowon’s back.
“Dongsik-ssi,” Joowon whispers in the small space between them, his breath hot against Dongsik’s jaw. “Dongsik-ssi, I can feel your cum dripping out of me.”
The words spark something in Dongsik, “Aigoo, Joowon-ah. if I’m any younger I would fuck you again if you keep talking to me like that.”
Joowon pushes himself up and stares down at him again. No, he’s glaring this time, and Dongsik grins at him. The hand he has on Joowon’s back is now on his ass, and his fingers easily find his hole.
”You’re not that old if you could— ah!”
Moving his fingers slowly, Dongsik revels at how wet it is inside Joowon. His gaze focuses on Joowon’s face, the stuttering breaths, how he tries not to hide his face at each loud, squelching noise from Dongsik fucking him with his fingers. His dick twitches between them, and Dongsik is about to reach out before Joowon shakes his head.
”Do you want to shower now?” Dongsik carefully slips his fingers out when Joowon nods.
Joowon walks to the bathroom first, and Dongsik gives himself a moment to breathe and center himself before standing up and quickly changing the sheets. Joowon is right there, still here. There’s no need to think that he’s leaving.
When the bed is made with fresh sheets, he slips into the shower too. And all thoughts of Joowon leaving after such an eventful night are dispelled from his mind as they wash each other up. Joowon is quiet in front of him, soft. And he hums—purrs, really—when Dongsik dries his hair with the hair dryer that Dongsik only got for him. His fingers card through the thick locks, and massaged his scalp. Dongsik wonders if Joowon is even aware of the smile still gracing his lips.
And when Joowon settles into bed with him again, Dongsik knows that same smile is reflected in his own lips.
He turns towards Joowon, tracing his features in the now dimmed light of the room with his eyes. Joowon now has his eyes closed, lying on his side with one hand facing palm up between them.
“Well, how’s that for the first time, Joowon-ah?” He teases, resting his cheek on the back of his hand “Did I meet your expectations?”
“No.”
“No?” Dongsik knows he’s pouting, and before the insecurities still residing in his mind rear their ugly heads, he continues in a tone light enough to still be a tease. “I do accept constructive criticism, you know. Feel free to—“
”You exceeded it.”
Dongsik sputters, almost sitting up but stops himself when he sees Joowon’s lips quirking into a smile. “W-what?” He immediately regrets speaking. The shocked stutter is too embarrassing after all that he said earlier during the ‘throes of passion’ in this very same bed.
”You exceeded it. It was amazing, Dongsik-ssi.” Joowon opens his eyes. Dongsik can see the drowsiness in his features, but Joowon is smiling now and touching his face, their gaze meeting. “I love you, you know.”
The words hit Dongsik like a punch directly to his solar plexus. Stealing the breath out of him, commanding his thoughts to a sudden halt until all his mind could see was Han Joowon. Joowon’s eyes look at him like he understands, Joowon’s hand cradling his face so tenderly, Joowon’s slow, steady breaths as sleep steadily claims him.
He speaks, in a manner he’s known for the longest time: with humor and deflection. It’s not what Joowon deserves but—
But Dongsik doesn’t know if he can, and maybe Joowon does understand and there are so many thoughts racing in his head right now and so much fluttering in his stomach that it’s going to reach his chest and then maybe up his throat and choke him until he can say the words back because that is exactly what he is feeling too.
But instead, he says, “Aigoo… I don’t think I’ve ever fucked someone so well they started saying they love me.”
Joowon frowns, “Who?”
”What?” Dongsik stutters again, and Joowon must feel the heat of the blush on his cheek, “Joowon-ah.“
”Who else are you fucking, Dongsik-ssi?”
Dongsik’s eyes widen, and then he’s chuckling. Fits of giggles that he hides on Joowon’s palm that he holds closer to his face, “Ah, well if you must ask, Joowon-ah. There’s this one police inspector…”
Joowon huffs, turning to lie on his back and facing away from Dongsik, but still letting Dongsik keep his hand. Dongsik smiles, pressing a kiss on his palm. “Well, this police inspector is a pretty prince hailing all the way from Seoul and I really really wish he would stay so we can keep kissing like the past few weeks but he just turned away from me after I apparently fucked his brains out.” Joowon’s hand in his twitches, and he continues, voice filling in with more mirth. “I was actually wondering if he’d like to cuddle considering how much his mysophobia didn’t mind the dirty stuff I did to him earlier and I was really hoping he would indulge—“
Joowon smothers him with a kiss then, guiding Dongsik’s arms around him before burying his face on Dongsik’s neck again. Dongsik hides his smile in his hair, breathing in as he hugs Joowon close. Warmth spreads through him again—tender in the way it cradles him. So much so that Dongsik thinks it’d be easier to return the words Joowon said to him.
”Keep me, Lee Dongsik-ssi.”
The silence of the house seems to settle with Joowon’s request, with Joowon’s sleep-addled voice, with Joowon’s breaths against his skin, and the thud of his heart beating against his chest like it wants to escape and be held in Dongsik’s rough, calloused palms. And it makes Dongsik think that maybe, just this time… just this time…
“I love you far too much to just let you go, Joowon-ah.”