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“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
Woo Jin-chul isn’t sure what kind of face he is making, but it’s definitely not his iconic stoic one. “Me?” he says, tone amused. He walks up to the podium and dodges around the spilled monster blood. “You’re making me sound like a bad boyfriend. Of course I am...concerned by your predicament.”
A lie, and they both know it.
In Jin-chul’s defense, there is no need to be concerned. Sure, Sung Jin-Woo, a national-threat level hunter, has been strapped down to a marble sacrificial altar by golden chains, but Jin-chul also knows that Jin-woo could get out, if he truly wanted to.
“Your concern is heartwarming,” Jin-woo says in the same tone, muscles flexing as his outstretched arms strain against the golden chains.
It’s pretty impressive they’re holding. The dungeon was an A-class one, but Jin-chul’s positive it borders on S. Which six months ago might have been concerning. Now, it’s a run-of-the-mill date spot.
The dungeon boss has escaped the castle, heavily wounded. The only reason it got away is because Jin-chul had been the one to accidentally trip the trap that currently holds Jin-woo imprisoned. At the time, it had been terrifying to see Jin-woo push him out the way. Now that there is no clear sign of danger, Jin-chul feels more amused than anything.
“My hero,” Jin-chul coos, taking on the same tone of Jin-woo’s numerous fans. His boyfriend grimaces and flexes again, as if to get away from Jin-chul’s teasing. Can’t have that. “How should I reward you?”
Jin-woo’s eyes drop to Jin-chul’s lips. Cute.
“On a scale of one to ten,” Jin-chul asks, fingers dancing over Jin-woo’s bare arm, “how uncomfortable are you?”
“As comfortable as I can be if I’m understanding what you’re implying,” Jin-woo answers, a bit too fast.
Jin-chul smirks. Then he gets up on the altar himself, straddling Jin-woo’s waist. “Good. It’s not every day we encounter an item that can hold back our fearsome S-ranker.” He loosens his tie from his neck, shrugging off his blazer. Office attire isn’t appropriate for a date, but in his defense, Jin-woo had teleported out of nowhere and kidnapped him into one.
“Kinky,” Jin-woo says, but his voice waivers, taking on a hungry tone as Jin-chul’s skin is revealed with each button.
Jin-chul leaves the shirt on, though hanging open, a lesson learned after having to hastily leave their position due to a monster attack or the dungeon closing unexpectedly. It’s the same for his pants, he unthreads his belt but only leaves his pants unbuttoned, for now. He grinds down, tapping on the growing bulge pressing against his thigh. “You seem to like it just fine.”
Jin-woo bucks, but the chains are wrapped thoroughly around his body. It barely even shifts Jin-chul. “Yeah,” Jin-woo breathes, and Jin-chul feels fire spark in his belly.
“You look especially tempting like this,” Jin-chul murmurs, leaning over Jin-woo, arms on either side of his head as he moves in for a kiss. Their lips barely brush, Jin-woo straining up, and Jin-chul keeping just a hair’s breadth away.
Jin-woo makes a frustrated sound, tongue out to lick Jin-chul’s bottom lip. Jin-chul takes the hint, pressing their lips firmly together, letting Jin-woo’s tongue snake in. He leans his body down, draped over his lover, moaning softly. When Jin-woo’s hips begin to press up, Jin-chul takes his cue, pushing away.
Adorably, Jin-woo tries to follow, but is blocked. Jin-chul watches greedily as Jin-woo frowns as he realizes his impediment and then strains against the chains again.
“Come back,” Jin-woo whines when his movement doesn’t do anything.
Jin-chul shakes his head, moving to sit back up properly. “Begging already? We haven’t even started.”
Jin-woo’s eyes follow Jin-chul like a predator, not leaving a single movement unnoticed as Jin-chul grabs a packet of lube from his wallet and shoves his slacks and briefs down to his thighs in one move. He keeps Jin-woo clothed for now, but he does lean over him, hand braced on Jin-woo’s firm chest, to position himself to get his hand behind him to stretch himself out.
“Come up higher,” Jin-woo demands, “let me suck your nipples. The marks are already gone.”
“Baby,” Jin-chul purrs as he sinks two fingers inside, making his voice breathless, “we’re going at my pace.”
Jin-woo looks torn between liking that answer and protesting. He bites his lip, eyes glowing blue for a second, before it fades back down. Jin-chul slips a third finger in, exhaling in slight pain.
“I think - ah - there’s still some of your cum from this morn - ah!”
Jin-chul cries out as Jin-woo properly bucks, the altar and chains both groaning. It makes Jin-chul inadvertently arch back to keep his balance, sinking his fingers in deeper.
“Jin-chul,” Jin-woo demands.
“Brat,” Jin-chul responds, but chastisement is less biting with how it’s exhaled on a moan. “Be good.”
“I’m always good,” Jin-woo whines, for once sounding his age. He squirms in his binds, the small bit of slack he’s found used to rub his bulge against Jin-chul’s ass. The jeans are rough and the sensation isn’t exactly pleasant, but the neediness his boyfriend is displaying is.
“Hmm?” Jin-chul makes a ponder sound, taking his fingers out of his ass and placing them on Jin-woo’s chest. “Are you?” Jin-chul’s lube smeared fingers leave stains as he gropes Jin-woo’s abdomen, making an appreciative sound at how the chains strapped against Jin-woo push his pecs up just enough to make them look like mounds. He doesn’t get a lot of purchase between the crosses of the chains, but it’s enough to get a palmful of Jin-woo’s left pec and squeeze, rubbing over his clothed perked nipple until Jin-woo is moaning.
“My reward,” Jin-woo reminds, voice breathless but demanding all the same.
Jin-chul cocks his head to the side. “If that’s what you want,” he tells his lover, trying and failing to keep the teasing out of his voice. Jin-woo looks at him suspiciously but is distracted by Jin-chul’s ministrations.
Jin-chul uses that distraction to make quick work of Jin-woo’s own pants. The chains won’t allow for Jin-chul to strip him, so he goes for only what’s necessary, popping open the button of Jin-woo’s jeans, and fishing Jin-woo’s cock out of the slit of his boxers. He pays only enough attention to push the teeth of the zipper down out of the way before he smears the rest of the lube on Jin-woo’s cock, holds it steady, and sinks right down.
“Fuck!” Jin-woo gasps.
The sight of his lover’s pleasure is addicting and Jin-chul greedily drinks it all in, Jin-woo’s head thrown back, eyes scrunched tight, veins straining against his neck as he tries to buck up. It’s a nice distraction from the pain of penetration, keeps Jin-chul interested enough to swivel his hips and feed Jin-woo’s cock deeper into himself, one slow inch at a time. He hardly ever gets to stay on top and he’s going to milk this for all it’s worth.
“You’re shaking,” Jin-chul teases, leaning down a bit with his purchase on Jin-woo’s chest. He arches so he can lay over the length of Jin-woo while keeping his cock inside, licking up a bead of sweat from Jin-woo’s cheek. A lock of his hair escapes its gel hold from his sweat, tickling against Jin-woo’s lips. Jin-chul blows it out of the way.
Jin-woo whimpers and the sound goes straight to Jin-chul’s dick.
“Move,” Jin-woo says, voice strangled. He turns his head to try and kiss Jin-chul, but Jin-chul deftly moves away.
“I am moving,” Jin-chul tells Jin-woo, lifting up just enough to sink back down on Jin-woo’s cock, slowly. It’s brutal on his knees but Jin-chul is trained to push discomfort to the side. It’s worth it for the way Jin-woo keens needily, hips making minute movements in a mimicry of fucking. It’s so cute, Jin-chul finds himself fully hard again, just from the sight alone.
“You know what I mean,” Jin-woo protests, trying very obviously to sound composed, to keep his voice even. Can’t have that.
“Do I?” Jin-chul asks innocently, clenching his muscles and leaning back entirely to get Jin-woo completely sheathed inside.
Jin-woo makes a sound akin to a sob, jerking against the restraints. Jin-chul can feel his flex of muscles in his thighs, the protrusions of the chains leaving imprints on Jin-chul’s ass and thighs from how hard Jin-woo is trying to press up.
“My Jin-woo,” Jin-chul can’t help but coo at the pathetic sound Jin-woo makes. He rolls hips tauntingly, in slow undulations, clenching hard on the base of Jin-woo’s cock. “You’re all the way up here,” he breathes, hand pressed against his lower navel.
Jin-woo pants, a bit of drool escaping the side of his mouth as he hungrily watches Jin-chul’s hand as he slowly rubs his lower tummy. The hanging remnants of his shirt get in the way, but it adds to the appeal.
“M-More,” Jinwoo moans.
Jin-chul feels a surge of arousal at how affected his normally unflappable boyfriend sounds. Only he gets to see this side of his lover and it makes him possessive, greedy. He wants more. “Of course,” he coos, shedding some of his own carefully untouchable persona to let out the type of man who enjoys bullying his lover. He places his hands on Jin-woo’s stomach, using it to push himself up so he’s only got the tip of Jin-woo’s cock in his hole. “Like this, baby?” he purrs, clenching down hard on Jin-woo’s tip.
“Hyu - ” Jin-woo cuts himself off with a moan, arching again and giving Jin-chul such a pretty, pretty view of Jin-woo’s eyes going dazed as his mouth goes slack.
Keeping this position is a strain, so Jin-chul slowly sinks himself down again, keeping his inner walls clamped as tight down as he can manage it. It makes him moan softly at the unbearable pressure, but his own sound is drowned out by Jin-woo’s pleading sound.
Jin-chul breathes carefully, sinking down and rocking in slow, teasing motions. Enough to get Jin-woo desperate, but not enough friction. His own pleasure is muted, sparks bursting from time to time when Jin-chul accidentally guides Jin-woo’s cock to press against his prostate. He tries to steer clear, wanting to last longer than Jin-woo. He plans to take Jin-woo to his limits after all. This slow wind-up serves a double-edged purpose of teasing Jin-woo and also warming Jin-chul up. Each time Jin-chul fucks himself down, Jin-woo goes a bit deeper.
“You’re almost all the way,” Jin-chul mutters, hand back on his lower stomach. He can feel Jin-woo so deep in him, knocking against that second hole.
Sometimes, when Jin-woo is particularly riled up and loses control, he’ll bully himself right past that second sphincter and ruin Jin-chul’s hole completely. Jin-chul has yet to do this on his own terms and he admits it’s nearly as pleasant as Jin-woo’s animalistic passion. There is an extra edge to this, knowing he’s pushing the both of them to their limits, watching Jin-woo struggle as the control is wrenched away from him and he’s left to just feel .
Jin-chul can’t resist it. He moans softly, hovering back over Jin-woo, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to Jin-woo’s throat, chin, cheeks and brows. Jin-woo writhes, thrashing his head to chase after Jin-chul’s mouth, making wounded noises as Jin-chul purposefully avoids him, fingering back to plucking Jin-woo’s swollen nipple.
“Jin-chul,” Jin-woo growls, cut off into a whine when Jin-chul drops down particularly hard. Jin-chul’s ass and thighs are bound to be red from the thrusting and abrasive friction of Jin-woo’s pants and chains. The thought gets him hotter.
“Hmm?” Jin-chul makes an inquisitive sound, making small abortive thrusts with just half of Jin-woo’s length. When Jin-woo squirms and arches up, Jin-chul thumbs away Jin-woo’s drool. “Was there something my baby wanted?”
Jin-woo’s eyes had fluttered closed at the gentle touch, open again in a daze as he locks eyes with Jin-chul. It makes Jin-chul’s stomach flutter, sparks flying up his spine at how desperate and needy Jin-woo looks. It makes lust shoot through him, his neglected erection drooling over Jin-woo’s shirt. “Please,” Jin-woo moans. “Please, hyung, no more teasing.”
Jin-chul shudders, exhilaration making it hard to catch his breath. He greedily drinks in Jin-woo’s face, the vulnerable arch of his throat as he bares it for Jin-chul. “Oh, Jin-woo-yah,” Jin-chul can’t help but say. “Of course, anything.”
Jin-chul pulls off Jin-woo’s cock once again, until only the leaking tip is kissing his rim. Jin-woo whines in protest, but Jin-chul hushes him. “I’ll take care of you,” he assures, then fucks himself down in a powerful slide that pushes Jin-woo right back down into the altar. The strength makes the altar creak, but Jin-woo only moans, loud and unabashed, writhing as Jin-chul gets up and does it again and again - and finally -
This time Jin-chul is louder than Jin-woo, crying out as Jin-woo’s cockhead spears that second hole. He shudders, the penetration too abrasive and leaving him stunned. Without Jin-woo to force himself out and in, Jin-chul is left to properly feel for the first time how deep this kind of penetration is. He shakes, unable to move for a second, clawing at Jin-woo’s stomach until Jin-woo’s shirt rips down the middle.
“So good,” Jin-chul moans, voice cracking. The sensation is too much to bear sitting still so Jin-chil starts bouncing. Each thrust bullies itself deep, making him gasp in pain and pleasure.
Underneath him, Jin-woo is going wild, crying out with broken, breathless gasps as he tries to shove up. He goes no where, body forced back in place and leaving him no other recourse but to writhe.
“So good for me, Jin-woo,” Jin-chul praises, trying to go faster. He fucks himself down harder, keeping Jin-woo’s hips pinned and aims for making each stroke longer and to reach as deep as possible. It makes his insides boil with heat, pleasure sparking up his spine, the sensation enough to nearly drown out the obscene noises they’re making.
But Jin-chul has discovered a kink for hearing Jin-woo’s desperate moans and he tunes into them now. His young lover looks close so Jin-chul doubles down, muscles clenching tighter, grinding down hard to press into Jin-woo’s pelvis. “Come for me, Jin-woo-yah,” Jin-woo orders, gasping. “Fill me up.”
“Hyung, hyung,” Jin-woo sobs. Jin-chul greedily looks down as his lover thrashes, face going slack in pleasure as he cums right inside of Jin-chul.
Jin-chul let’s Jin-woo have it, but as soon as Jin-woo’s body slumps and the tension drains, Jin-chul grabs hold of Jin-woo’s waist again for purchase, clamping down tight as he fucks himself up and down focusing on the sensitive head of Jin-woo’s cock.
“W-wait,” Jin-woo exclaims, voice punched out with lust and breathless. It makes Jin-chul’s ear tingle, filled with possessive want to hear it again and again. “Jin-chul hyung, it’s too much!”
But it doesn’t matter. Jin-woo’s an S-class hunter and in his prime. All it takes is a few well placed thrusts and massaging with his inner walls to get the softening length inside him to firm up.
Jin-woo makes a strangled chuckle, full of wanton abandon. “Hyung, you’re just using me - ” he gasps, a throaty moan leaving his lips when Jin-chul takes him deep again, “like a dildo.”
Jin-chul smiles shakily, now unable to stop the rhythm of his own bouncing, pleasure singing through his veins. “You like it.”
Jin-woo doesn’t respond, his eyes are nearly black with desire.
Can’t have that. It feels impossible to stop, so Jin-chul does the next best thing, letting his legs push up a bit too much until Jin-woo’s cock pops free.
They’re both panting. Jin-chul’s hole clenches around nothing and his nerves cry out needily. He’d been close. Shakily, he reaches for Jin-woo’s erection, marveling at its wet sheen. “Say it,” he demands, fist pumping Jin-woo’s length. He keeps a careful grip, nothing enough to get Jin-woo off, as sensitive as he is.
Jin-woo grunts, brows furrowing in petulant anger as he stares at Jin-chul.
“Don’t be a brat,” Jin-chul chides, taking on his aloof persona as he drags two fingers up and down Jin-woo’s pulsing length. He spends a moment to the rub the tip, drinking in the way Jin-woo’s pelvis jerks and his thighs strain. “I have you at my mercy, I can take as long as I want.”
They don’t, the monster should be dying relatively soon, and with that, the dungeon will close. But it adds a nice edge to the game, adding another limit to push against.
“Jin-chul,” Jin-woo hisses, swiveling his hips to try and push into Jin-chul’s grasp. “Hurry up!”
“What happened to ‘hyung’?” Jin-chul purrs, laving his tongue up Jin-woo’s neck. “Why aren’t you being a good boy, hmm? All I asked is for you to tell me you like it. Maybe I should take you with my mouth instead? Would that be better? Or,” Jin-chul’s hand leaves Jin-woo’s cock and he sighs, “maybe you’re right. We should focus on getting out of here - ah!”
Jin-chul might have taken his teasing too far, he realizes. The leg he had outstretched to get off the altar makes him lose balance as Jin-woo growls , the air saturated in potent energy as the chains screech as they’re pushed against the marble altar, the portion by Jin-woo’s arm actually breaking. The sudden change in angle throws Jin-chul against Jin-woo’s chest, but he quickly scrambles back as Jin-woo’s muscles flex and he wrenches his arm loose, the marble altar giving way first. Jin-chul’s mouth hangs open, completely in shock as Jin-woo sets his upper body free, once again at a loss at how to process that pure strength. It has him throbbing in want, and he’s so distracted by his need he completely misses his cue.
When Jin-woo’s too cold hand grabs his bicep, Jin-chul jolts, brought back into the moment and realizing that most of Jin-woo’s upper half is now free. He sits up, dragging Jin-chul forward like he weighs nothing, until Jin-chul is properly straddling Jin-woo’s hips again.
“You’re not going anywhere ,” Jin-woo snarls, hand fisting into Jin-chul’s hair and wrenching it to the side.
The sound Jin-chul makes when Jin-woo sinks his teeth into him is pathetic. A howl and a plea wrapped into one. Jin-chul feels his untouched cock kick, threatening to spill from the show of possessive violence alone.
If that was bad enough, his mind goes completely blank when Jin-woo’s strong hands grasp his hips and manhandle Jin-chul on his cock, sinking into Jin-chul like he’s nothing more than a sleeve.
“Jin-woo,” Jin-chul struggles to say, but his tongue feels too heavy and the name sounds slurred. He can’t catch his breath, gasps spilling from his open mouth as Jin-chul uses his arm strength to fuck Jin-chul up and down his cock at a relentless pace.
Jin-woo’s hips are still trapped, he can’t thrust up so he compensates by using Jin-chul like a fleshlight, forcing him up and down Jin-woo’s cock just by using his arms. It makes Jin-chul’s head go hazy, unable to process the sudden turn of events, body going limp to Jin-woo’s command, like a prey submitting to a predator.
Like this, Jin-woo rails him deep and relentlessly, each press in and out dragging against his prostate. In seconds, Jin-chul’s hard fought control is wrenched away.
“Jin-woo,” Jin-chul sobs, arms around Jin-woo’s neck as he crests, orgasm slamming into him and making him spurt across his stomach, untouched. It’s rare for him to find his climax untouched like this and it makes his nerves sing in confusion, something Jin-woo happily takes advantage of.
“No!” Jin-chul gasps, pushing against Jin-woo’s shoulder as his lover releases one hip to grab Jin-chul’s flagging cock. “No, I just came - Jin- woo - ” his plea is cut off by Jin-woo mercilessly dragging his thumb over Jin-chul’s sensitive head like how he had done earlier.
Jin-chul unwraps his arms from Jin-woo’s, hand going down to try and pry Jin-woo’s hand away. Even with one hand, Jin-woo has no problem keeping Jin-chul bouncing on his cock and the use of his over tender walls is driving Jin-chul insane.
Before his hand can reach Jin-woo’s wrist, a golden chain wraps around Jin-chul’s.
For a moment, Jin-chul has no idea what’s going on. Then, the world shifts and Jin-chul writhes as his sweat soaked shirt meets the cool marble, chains wrapping around the length of his arms and dragging them up and over his head as he’s splayed on his back.
Jin-chul’s bleary eyes barely manage to focus on the glow of Jin-woo’s hand as he uses his authority. The chains on his hips have come undone and Jin-woo is getting his legs under him. Jin-chul can’t see any further details, eyes losing focus as his body arches, mercilessly driven to another orgasm as Jin-woo fucks into him harder with the new angle, hand never stopping.
“Hyung,” Jin-woo purrs, kissing Jin-chul’s flushed face, tongue out to catch Jin-chul’s tears, “you’re right, I like it a lot. But I think I’ll like this even more.”
Jin-chul whimpers.
Hours later, Jin-chul is being carried out of the closing dungeon, irritatedly avoiding Jin-woo’s affectionate lips.
“It’s still bad ethics,” Jin-chul protests, voice hoarse with all his screaming. He can’t speak too loud but Jin-woo doesn’t need to strain to listen, not with Jin-chul’s head limply resting against his shoulder. “You shouldn’t feed healing potions to a dying monster just so that it can stay alive long enough for us to fuck it out.”
Jin-woo presses a kiss to Jin-chul’s throat. “It was going to die anyway, what’s the harm of keeping it alive for a more purposeful use?”
Jin-chul glares as much as his tired eyes can manage. There should be a lecture about empathy and higher moral ground somewhere in there, but instead, Jin-chul finds himself tensing as Jin-woo jumps out of the gate and back to Earth.
The sound of clinking resounds in the air.
Jin-chul mustered the strength to peer over Jin-woo’s shoulder, eyes wide in incredulous bemusement at the sight of golden chains threaded through Jin-woo’s jeans. How had he missed that?
“You didn’t!” Jin-chul hisses.
Jin-woo’s smirk is smug. “Of course. We had so much fun, might as well bring the toy along.”