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“Please…I’m begging you…”
Shin is woken up by a distressed sound next to him.
“You’re all I have, Shin.”
“Saint?” Shin turns towards Saint, reaching to grab Saint’s arm.
A single tear streams down Saint’s face as he continues to squirm in his sleep.
“Saint!”
“Please…”
“Saint, wake up!” Shin tries to shake him but to no avail.
Saint releases another plea, “Shin…please…I don’t want to lose you again!”
“Oh, Saint…” Shin whispers, biting his cheek to keep himself from tearing up.
They’re back in the school’s gymnasium again, their faces illuminated by the one dim light that stays on after hours.
“I told you that we’re done here. Go!” Shin points at Saint as if he were an owner abandoning his dog.
“Please, Shin, I need you in my life!”
“But I don’t need you.” Shin replies, eyes absent of any warmth.
Saint falls to his knees, hugging Shin’s legs.
Shin tries to move away. “Let me go!”
He knows how pathetic he looks, but he can’t lose Shin.
Not again.
Arms grab him from behind, loosening his grip from Shin’s legs.
Shin starts to walk away, disappearing into the darkness.
“Please, don’t leave me!”
“It’s too late, Saint, I’ll never forgive you!”
“No, let me go! I have to go after him! Please, no! Shin!”
Saint awakes with a gasp.
He looks around in a panic, finally calming down when his eyes land on Shin.
“Shin?” He sits up in their bed, his hand clasping Shin’s tightly.
“Nightmare again?” Shin asks, to which Saint sighs and nods.
“Yeah,” Saint hastily wipes away the wetness in his eyes with his other hand, “about that night. I think it all came back again when your leg acted up the other day.”
“It’s been over 5 years, Saint…my leg is 99% fine,” Shin squeezes his hand, “plus it’s normal to get injuries as a football player.”
“Besides, you’ve seen all my trophies, right?” Shin winks.
“Yeah I was there when you won them, dummy.” Saint rolls his eyes, flicking Shin’s forehead.
Shin glares at him before they burst into laughter, alleviating some of the tension in Saint’s body.
That nagging feeling remains in the pit of his stomach though, waiting to be satisfied.
“Shin,” Saint mumbles, “can you-,” Saint doesn’t have to finish off his sentence for Shin to know what’s up.
“Saint…are you sure?”
“Please. I need it again.”
“Is this what you really want?”
“Yes.”
“You remember what to do if it gets too much, right?”
“Yeah,” Saint confirms.
A few hours later:
When Shin returns to their room, Saint’s in the same position he had left him: on his bed, wrists tied in front of him, blindfolded, and with a cloth wrapped around his pretty lips. Only now there’s a shear layer of sweat on his forehead, and one stubborn loose strand of hair laying atop it. Soft muffled gasps escape from his lips as the constant buzzing from the vibrator continues.
There’s just something about Saint - the strong, intimidating ‘Tsunami’ - laying there only in his underwear, pliant, hands clenched, waiting for his next move, that causes a weird fluttery feeling to settle in Shin’s stomach.
It makes his blood run south.
Shin knows that Saint can very easily undo himself from the restraints, but instead Saint’s been so, so good waiting patiently for him to come back.
Saint’s head tilts slightly at the sound of him closing the door behind him. A muffled whimper escapes his lips.
“Sorry, puppy,’ Shin apologises, though he doesn’t sound apologetic at all, “I saw someone I knew and chatted with them for longer than expected.”
Shin slowly makes his way to Saint, watching as he begins to squirm.
He removes Saint’s blindfold, revealing the desperation in his orbs and his wet eyelashes.
Saint pants as Shin removes the cloth from his mouth.
“P-please,” he manages.
“Please what? Use your words, puppy.”
“Need you…now.”
Shin raises his eyebrow. “Hmm…do you think you deserve it?”
Saint doesn’t answer, dejection in his eyes as he looks away.
“Didn’t think so. Get up, move,” Shin nudges his waist, forcing Saint to get off the bed.
He guides Saint off, sighing as Saint struggles with his shaky legs and tied hands.
“Ah, do I have to do everything myself?”
He kicks the back of Saint’s knees, letting him sink to the ground with a groan. Shin leans down and grabs Saint’s hair, pulling it back harshly.
“I should punish you for what you did to me.”
Saint gulps, feeling Shin’s breath against his ear.
“You think you can waltz back into my life and expect me to forgive you just like that?”
“Shin-“
“I told you not to say my name. You have no right to call me that.”
A whimper escapes Saint’s lips.
“You can do anything to me, phi, as long as I can still be in your life. Please. I can be anything you want, phi, serve you however you want.”
Shin moves to face him, inching closer, so Saint can’t avoid his intense gaze. Saint holds his breath, mouth opening slightly.
“Anything?” He hooks his finger under Saint’s chin, as Saint’s vision goes out of focus, eyes hazy.
“Hey,” he gives Saint a light slap on his cheek, “focus on me, puppy. I asked you a question.”
Saint leans into his hand, as if savouring Shin’s touch.
“Y-yes, anything, phi.”
Shin smirks.
Shin closes his eyes, humming in pleasure. The feel of Saint’s mouth around his cock almost makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. He can sense the moment Saint’s throat relaxes as he consumes him whole, the corners of Saint’s eyes shimmering with tears.
“That’s it,” his grip on Saint’s hair tightens as he guides him, “so good for me, puppy.”
He knows this Saint would stay here all day if he could.
But not today.
Shin pushes Saint off before he can come, the latter whining as his lips leave Shin’s length.
He stares down at Saint. “What do you say to this?”
“T-Thank you,” Saint rasps out, “thank you so much, phi, I’m v-very grateful.”
Shin glowers at the sight of Saint’s pretty lips, pink and swollen. A string of saliva trails down his chin. His eyes shift down, focusing on Saint’s erection and precum soaking his underwear.
Shin caresses his hair softly, feeling Saint follow his hand. “You’ve been so patient waiting for me. I think you’ve been through enough. Do you think I should reward you for your behaviour?”
“Yes…please, phi,” Saint utters, breathless in his response.
Saint lets Shin guide them back to the bed. Peeling back his underwear, Shin removes the vibrator from Saint, earning a desperate whimper.
Shin begins rewarding Saint’s thighs with kisses, before moving away, causing Saint to whine at the loss of his touch.
“Be patient,” Shin moves to get something from the drawer, but Saint stops him.
“I gotta prepare myself, puppy,” Shin furrows his eyebrows as Saint shakes his head.
“But I want you to take me,” Saint murmurs, before he hesitates, quickly adding on a, “i-if you want to, phi.”
“Hmm,” Shin pretends to think for a while, as if teasing Saint, before he responds. “Because you've been so obedient, I’ll let you choose this time. I’ll grab a con-”
“No…don’t need a condom.”
“Are you sure?” Shin checks, looking into his eyes carefully to confirm his choice.
He hears the shaky plea from Saint, who reaches for Shin impatiently, “Yes. Want…to...feel you.”
Shin grabs his hands, removing the tie around his wrists. Saint melts as the other leaves soft kisses over the reddened marks.
He positions Saint’s wrists around his neck before lifting Saint’s leg up, wrapping it around his waist. Shin mouths his neck and collarbones, sucking on them lightly, Saint shivering as Shin’s lips linger over his skin.
Saint’s breath hitches as he feels the tip of Shin’s cock, teasing him in painstakingly slow thrusts, before his hole is finally filled by Shin.
“Ahh- yes- phi!”
Shin pounds his hips moving in a steady rhythm as Saint holds himself against Shin’s body, only incoherent noises leaving his lips.
Both of his legs wrap tightly around Shin’s body, squirming as he adjusts his legs to the right height. Once he finds the right position, he pushes Shin’s head up, crashing their mouths together. Their tongues move against each other hungrily, with Saint gasping each time Shin jolts against him.
After a while, Saint breaks the kiss to catch his breath, earning a low groan from Shin.
“Aow, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, puppy?” Shin goes back to sucking on his collarbones, leaving his mark. “Making me do most of the work?”
Saint throws his head back, too caught up in his euphoria to make a remark, feeling the edges of his vision whiten.
“F-feels…so…good, Shin,” his brain manages to form something coherent, his eyes brimming with tears. “Fuck, I’m- gonna come!”
“Yes, Saint, come for me, baby,” He soon feels his load being released, crying out as it messes his thighs and the sheets beneath them. Shin meets him right after, pulling out of Saint just as he comes.
Saint sinks into the sheets as the high settles down, panting breathlessly. He focuses on the moles which adorn Shin’s glistening skin while the other cleans them up, hands gentle and caring, taking care of Saint like a delicate flower.
Shin places soft kisses on Saint’s forehead, Saint fully relaxing as Shin’s breath tickles his skin. “I love you so much, Saint. You did so well today. And I’ve said it multiple times…you’re the most important person in my life. I will never ever leave you.”
Saint is so lucky to have him.
Shin thumbs the tears on Saint’s face, wiping them away as a warm feeling washes over him. That knot in his stomach has disappeared, replaced by Shin’s touch. What Shin did to him today definitely helped, though he knows this may not be the last time.
“I hope I wasn’t too harsh this time,” Shin mumbles.
Saint grabs one of Shin’s hands that’s still on his face, a cheeky grin on his tired face. “Mmm, I like when you’re being mean.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Shin groans, leaning into Saint’s neck, pink spreading across his cheeks.