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Golden light. Like a mocking of the sun. No warmth, no feeling of comfort provided by the piggy bank filled with money that hung from the ceiling and illuminated the big hall like a tease. Taunting the players that needed that money so badly. Feeding into some people's greed to get more. More than just the amount of money that filled the pig right now.
Those who were willing to pay the price of a life being taken, just so the pig could get fatter. Gi-hun had seen it all before. Knew how the outcome would be. Knew that hell would break loose. He needed a plan.
"Gi-hun?"
Young-il's soft, warm voice broke him out of his train of thoughts. Though his sudden appearance right behind Gi-hun had quite startled him. "A-ah.. I'm fine. Don't worry."
Eyes, dark like the deepest level of the ocean, studied him intently. Gi-hun flushed under the intense gaze for a moment. He had never seen eyes so dark and sharp before. Which at the same time could be so warm and soft. Warming his chest in a way he wasn't used to anymore. He was growing really fond of his new friend.
"You need to sleep. I can take over. Otherwise you might be at risk tomorrow. Who knows what kind of sick games await us. We need our strength in order to protect our group," the younger man reasoned. Concern in his hushed, deep voice.
Gi-hun turned to look at his teammate and pressed his lips into a line. A little downwards smile forming on his face. Young-il was so thoughtful and kind. Gi-hun was glad to have him on his side. "Okay," he agreed. Reaching out to pat the shorter man's shoulder. Young-il was a strong man. He could feel the muscle under his hand as he gave the shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
It truly was a good thing that he was on Gi-hun's side. Who knew how things would have been if Young-il had never approached him and would have stuck to the circle team instead.
On his way to his bed, Gi-hun could feel the other's eyes bore into his back and turned around to give him another reassuring smile. Well, the best smile he could muster. He was still nervous for the other. He just hoped Young-il would manage the night watch alone. Gi-hun tried to suppress the sudden need to protect the younger man from everything bad. The former winner knew way too well how these sick games treated kind souls like the younger man. But of course he also knew how capable Young-il was.
He could do this. Gi-hun trusted him.
When he realized how long they had been holding eye contact, Gi-hun awkwardly waved at him. Young-il chuckled amused and waved right back. "Good night, sleep well, Gi-hun..."
A wholesome moment in this hellhole. Jung-bae had mentioned how the intense staring without blinking had seemed a bit off to him, but Gi-hun didn't mind. Hadn't really noticed it anyways. Maybe that was how Young-il showed his gratitude. Eyes are the mirrors of the soul for a reason.
Once his head hit the stiff pillow, Gi-hun allowed himself to relax and take a deep breath. He had not realized how exhausted his body and mind had become.
I'm getting too old for this shit, he thought before his eyelids grew heavy, and he eventually fell asleep.
Peace and quiet.
His dark, half-lidded eyes scanned the room. Only some distant snores of other players could be heard in the big, cold hall.
In-ho sighed and looked over to Gi-hun's sleeping form once more. Far more entertaining than having to pretend to care about protecting others from a nightly attack that could break out every second. Of course, In-ho was the only one who knew exactly when that moment would be.
He suppressed a dark chuckle. No, not yet. He couldn't laugh yet. But it was itching in the back of his throat like strong whiskey. His current situation required a lot of self-control. To play along. To play innocent. To play right into Gi-hun's fantasy and give him a false sense of security. It was addicting. To know that he was gaining his trust. More and more. Each passing day.
Without knowing who the 'oh so kind and sweet' Young-il really was. A wolf in sheep's clothing. One might think, that the former winner would have learned not to trust the number 001.
'Turns out you're still as naive and oblivious as you were those years ago', In-ho thought as he watched Gi-hun toss and turn in bed, like he had a nightmare. In-ho's wicked grin spread when he heard the other whine. 'Still pathetic despite all the effort to appear rough and tough. You're still afraid... terrified. I can smell the raw fear on you...'
In-ho's hand wandered to his crotch to smooth down the erection that threatened to form. Not once did he look away. Not once did he blink. He needed to see all of it. Gi-hun suffering when he was awake and even when he was asleep. It was too good to be true.
He suddenly remembered an interesting detail he had overheard the other night. When Gi-hun and that friend of his had talked about it during their night watch.
'Jung-bae...' In-ho's eyes darkened with jealousy, only thinking about that guy. When he had mentioned that Gi-hun used to cry in his sleep. Could it be? In-ho had to see that for himself. Needed to see Gi-hun's unconscious form cry bitter tears.
Silent as a cat, he crept towards the sleeping man. Watching him sleep has been his favorite treat, besides being this close to Gi-hun and being able to watch him get his hope shattered in real time. Over and over again. The taller man had his eyebrows furrowed upwards, and sure enough, he was crying in his sleep. Tears rolling down his cheeks.
In-ho groaned aroused and moved into the bunk. On top of the sleeping man to get a closer look. His hand returned to his cock to give it a squeeze. He needed to wreck this man so bad. 'Patience now', he reminded himself and leaned down to inhale Gi-hun's scent. A full body shiver immediately went down his spine. A thrill of excitement as he leaned down further and licked a long, wet stripe along the taller man's neck.
Gi-hun's adam's apple bobbed in his sleep and a broken little whimper formed in the back of his throat. It took all in In-ho not to bite down on that tempting neck. To feel that pulse point throb between his sharp teeth. He had another tempting thought.
Careful, in order not disturb the others slumber, he brought his hand under the blanket. Feeling for Gi-hun's knee. He let his curious hand wander up the tense leg, squeezing the muscle there. Once he reached the inside of the thigh, he briefly dug his nails into the flesh. The sensation only protected by the tracksuit pants, but enough to provoke a reaction.
"Mmgh..." Gi-hun moaned and threw his head to the other side. In-ho needed to hear more of it. His hand slowly moved to the balls to fondle them for a moment. He smirked to himself when he felt how they tensed. 'Someone's pent up'. His fingers gently traced Gi-hun's growing length through his pants, and he leaned down once more to inhale the intoxicating scent. Arousal.
He kissed and softly nipped along Gi-hun's outstretched neck, careful not to leave any marks... just yet...
'Patience, patience...'
It was just so hard when the object of his obsession was right underneath him. Vulnerable, helpless, unconscious, crying.
"P-please..." Gi-hun whined in his sleep. His hands grabbing at the blanket. His hips bucking up into nothing and his neck stretched for more kisses. Too good to be true. Touch starved and pent up? What an interesting, delicious mix.
In-ho continued to toy with his unconscious body. Mapping his skin. Everything he could reach. And it set Gi-hun body on fire. His hips moved in a desperate manner. Like he was trying to get In-ho's hand back on his trapped cock. A little damp spot forming where the tip almost peeked out of the waistband. He was right where the Frontman wanted him.
"Gi-hun? Gi-hun, wake up," he whispered. His voice going an octave higher and softer, as he spoke close to the older man's flushed ear.
"Hah- wha-" Gihun gasped. He was still dizzy from abruptly waking up. Waking up from a weird dream. His eyes were a bit blurry and to his embarrassment he realized that he must have been crying in his sleep. Dark, concerned eyes watched him. "Y-young-il? What happened?"
The shorter man tilted his head to the side and carefully reached out to place his wrist against Gi-hun's warm forehead. "You had a nightmare i believe. Are you okay? Your face is all red and hot."
The former winner blinked a few times, still catching his breath as his body slowly woke up. He was sweating a bit, but he also felt-
Fuck.
As the younger man patiently waited for an answer with that gentle, concerned expression, Gi-hun realized in horror that he was rock hard. 'How the fuck do i explain that my dream about failing and dying all alone turned into a wet dream?!'
"I-i-i uhm..."
"Do you have a fever? Should i call someone to help?" Young-il suggested, about to get up, when Gi-hun grabbed him by the shoulders and made him sit down again. This poor, innocent man. Gi-hun felt like a pervert being hard and this close to the other man at the same time.
"N-no! I mean, no, i'm fine- it's just... i'm a little shaken up- from that dream that's all." God he was such a bad liar. He pulled the blanket up to cover himself, but sharp eyes followed the movement immediately. Young-il gasped surprised and his cheeks flushed. His lips still parted as he looked up at Gi-hun with big eyes.
Gi-hun wanted to cry again. Instead he whimpered defeated and hung his head low in shame.
Inho's eyes turned half-lidded and a wicked grin spread on his face. Taking in the pathetic and endearing display before him. When Gi-hun carefully raised his head, In-ho's eyes shifted doe-eyed again. Allowing to sparkle in the dark and allowing warmth into them. He tried to mimic how Jun-ho would look at people. Kind, warm, cute.
It was working. Gi-hun inhaled sharply and stammered out an excuse, an apology. He looked like he was on the brink of tears again. Good. "I-it's okay Gi-hun... it's natural. You have no control over this," he cooed.
Young-il was too sweet for this. This was wrong on so many levels. How he tried to calm Gi-hun down, telling him this was okay. And the worst of all was that Young-il's warm voice, his gentle eyes and flushed cheeks only made his erection worse. "I'm sorry..."
"Gi-hun-Hyung, do you feel lonely?"
Hyung...
His chest warmed immediately and his heart made a little jump. The way the younger man had said it so sweetly and so-
"Y-young-il," Gi-hun whispered and squeezed his eyes shut with a pained expression. "You're too good for this place."
The younger man leaned forward a bit. His eyes briefly dropping to Gi-hun's lips. "Am i? Hyung?"
Gi-hun felt his own eyes drift down to the other man's lips. "Yeah..."
Was he leaning in, or was it Young-il? It was both of them. Oh god. Why was his heart beating out of his chest right now? Why did Gi-hun find himself scanning Young-il's handsome face as dark eyelashes fluttered closed and lips parted in anticipation? Lips that just looked so kissable and willing right now.
"It's okay, Gi-hun. Here, let me," the younger man whispered against his lips and gently, almost shyly palmed his throbbing cock. Rubbing it through his sweatpants.
"Fuuuuck- Young-il," the older man choked out a wanton moan, blushing like a fucking teenager when the other let out a soft giggle.
"Shhh Hyung, you might wake up the others."
"Sorry, fuck... it's just been a while..."
Young-il gave him another sweet smile. But now it was more playful than before. He cut the rest of the distance between them and placed a soft open-mouthed kiss to the corner of Gi-hun's mouth, who inhaled sharply.
He couldn't take it anymore. Young-il was so gentle with his touch and the ghost of a kiss, dancing at the edge of Gi-hun's mouth almost felt like a little tease. Desperation and yearning for touch overcame him all at once, and Gi-hun made a needy sound. His hand was trembling when he cupped the back of Young-il's neck and pressed their lips together. Hungry, no starved for it.
He was still crying to his shame. Fresh tears of relief or desperation, he wasn't even sure anymore. Too overwhelmed by the sensation of Young-il's mouth willingly opening up under his. Accepting the encroachment of his tounge. How the younger man softly moaned into his mouth as Gi-hun kissed the poor man senseless. No self control in himself. It felt too good and addicting.
Young-il's hands pawed and grasped at his jacket after a while. He was probably getting short of breath. It took all in Gi-hun to pull back and take a break. They were both panting heavily and Gi-hun realized that he had pressed the shorter man into the mattress beneath him during their hectic and rough first kiss. "S-sorry i-"
"I-it's alright," Young-il whispered with a dazed smile and opened his arms, "take what you need, Hyung~"
"Fuck... what are you doing to me, Young-il," Gi-hun all but whined. Painfully aware that his dick was throbbing painfully in his pants, and how strong legs opened around his hips. Welcoming him to rest between them. Gi-hun cursed under his breath and all but fell into the other man's arms. Burying his face into the warm neck to inhale the scent. Young-il smelled so incredibly good. So fresh and something else he couldn't quite put his mind on. A nice smelling fragrance still lingering on his skin.
Gi-hun moaned and placed feverish kisses all over Young-il's neck. Moving his hips to desperately rub his erection against Young-il's own. "Hah... t-thank you for- ahh... I'll- I'll make it up to you," Gi-hun promised. His voice a bit slurred and heavy with arousal.
Young-il hummed sweetly and affectionately stroked a hand through his hair. The loving gesture was enough to make Gi-hun cry again. He missed this so much. Missed having someone to share intimacy. Gi-hun sobbed into the shorter man's neck and humped against him and Young-il just laid there and let him. Encouraging him to take what he needed. He really was too kind and sweet.
"Image how- mmh~ things would be when we get out of here together," Young-il whispered. A really nice thought. The only hope Gi-hun could hold onto in this place. How their group would escape together and how he would see Junho and everyone on the outside again.
"Yes, I would- ahh... I would love that so much, Young-il. So much, fuck~"
"Mhm," the other hummed in agreement and continued to play with Gi-hun's hair, giving it a little playful tug. It caused hips to stutter and grind harder and faster against him. In-ho smirked and decided to rile the former winner up more. It was just too much fun. "I would let you fuck me, Hyung," he moaned right into Gi-hun's flushed ear and tightened his legs around slender hips.
"God, Young-il~" Gi-hun moaned and panted. His eyes threathening to roll back into his skull. Helplessly turned on by that thought and the naughty promise spilling from the younger man's lips. Whispered so hotly in his ear. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time.
In-ho grinned at the strong reaction and the way Gi-hun started to tremble above him. Men like him were so easy. Some sugar coated words. Whispering sweet, naughty things and they were done for.
He reached beneath them to pull his shirt up enough to expose his chest and Gi-hun leaned back a bit to see what the other was doing, just to get a look at trained pecs and hardened nipples. Young-il smiled at him and bit his lower lip. Watching him through his messy bangs. "Come here," he whispered and pulled Gi-hun's face towards his chest, who groaned and immediately latched onto a nipple. He would take everything Young-il was willing to give.
"Gi-hun, ahh~" God those moans would be the death of him. Hearing the other man moan his name like that made his cock twitch uncontrollably. The hand in his hair tightened and Young-il was all but pushing his chest towards Gi-hun's mouth. The thought of making Young-il feel good really did it for him.
"Does that feel good?" He asked softly. His voice deep and warm as he switched over to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
"Really good, Gi-hun Hyung," Young-il panted and rolled his hips up to grind back eagerly. "You're gonna make me cum soon."
Gi-hun was sure he was about to loose it. God he needed to see that. See and hear the younger man climax like he was watching something he wasn't supposed to. "Fuck, Y-young-il- I'm getting close too."
The man underneath him giggled quietly and pulled him up to wrap his arms around his neck. "Mhh.. bet you are. I love the way you throb against me. Makes me so excited."
Gi-hun choked back a loud moan as his ear was attacked with little love bites, before cold air was blown to it. He couldn't fight the whole body shiver and just trembled in pleasure. He pressed himself flush against Young-il and let his hands roam down his body instead. Cupping the man's ass as he humped him like a dog in heat. He was grateful that the lights were off and people were asleep.
Young-il's body was nice and warm, but his fingers were kind of cold. He shivered as they traveled under his shirt to caress his back. It felt so nice though. Despite the coldness sending shivers down his spine.
"Please i-" Gi-hun begged, squeezing his eyes shut to keep his orgasm at bay. "I need to pull my cock out or... I'll probably make a mess in my pants," he admitted with a breathless chuckle that broke into a strangled gasp as Young-il dug his nails into his back and slowly scraped them downwards. 'He's like a cat' Gi-hun thought.
Suddenly, Young-il manhandled him and switched their positions so fast that it left Gi-hun dizzy. He gasped and blinked up at the man in his lap, who pressed him into the mattress. "Woah... you're fast as a cat too," Gihun murmured and placed his large hands onto strong thighs.
Young-il chuckled sweetly and reached for Gi-hun's waistband. Finally pulling his cock out, before doing the same to his own. He licked his palm and pressed both lengths together. Making them both moan at the sensation. He started stroking them both off amd moved his hips back and forth. Allowing himself to chase the pleasure that has been building inside him.
"Can you uh... choke me?" The taller man suddenly blurred out, and it took all in In-ho not to groan deeply and possessively grab that slender neck and feel the fast heartbeat as he choked the other man out. No. He needed to be careful. Gentle.
Instead he tilted his head a bit and gasped softly. "Choke you? Hyung, you're quite perverted, are you?"
The teasing comment made Gihun's face hotter. He gave the younger man an apologising grin, before taking his hand and placing it on his throat. "Please..."
Young-il inhaled weirdly and then pressure was applied to Gi-hun's throat and his eyes rolled back. "Oh fuck- just like this Young-il, ahh-"
They continued like this. Gi-hun twitching from the lack of oxygen and Young-il rubbing them off. Their precum mixing and making the slide easier. It was messy. The wet sounds seemed loud in the dark, but Gi-hun was far too gone to care about being caught like this.
With another man riding on his lap. Getting then both off while choking Gi-hun who panted like some dog.
He didn't care if the other players or any of the guards saw. Or even if that bastard, the frontman saw him like this-
"Ngh~" Gi-hun whimpered at the thought and tipped his head back as his orgasm washed over him in large thunderous waves. The hand on his throat loosened and traveled to his chest for support instead. Gi-hun's vision was a bit blurry and he blinked rapidity to catch the erotic sight of Young-il coming on top of him. Moaning out Gi-hun's name as their cum spilled into his hand.
He looked lovely. His hair a mess. His cheeks flushed. He looked wild in a sense. Something Gi-hun couldn't quite but his finger on.
Young-il looked at his hand and then into Gi-hun's eyes as he panted from his own release. Catching his breath. "Ah uhm... I think I have some tissues from the bathroom somewhere here," Gi-hun whispered. About to gently lift the younger man off of him and search for them, but Young-il just brought the hand to his mouth, while holding the eye contact, and hummed as he licked his palm clean.
"Young-iiiiil," Gi-hun whined and covered his eyes his his arm.
This man was going to be the death of him.